Page 50 of Puck Love

We pumped our hips wildly and sucked face like it was our job. There was nothing gentle or tentative here. Neither of us held back, and it was glorious. I’d never let loose with lovers…not like this. There’d always been a measure of control in place. I was a big dude and I tended to get carried away. I didn’t want to hurt or overwhelm a woman…but Jake? He could take it. And give it.

Jake scratched my sides and hooked his leg between mine. I didn’t fight him this time. The spaced-out, sex-hazed glint in his eyes was too fucking much for me. I wanted to study him, see where he took this next…how far he was willing to go.

“Do you want to take your shorts off?” he panted.

“Mmhmm. Nice wet spot,” I taunted, my gaze drifting from his half-hooded eyes to the precum drenching his boxer briefs.

He chuckled. “You’ve got one too. Geez, Trinsky. I’m beginning to think you really want me.”

I flipped him over so fast he landed on his back with an “Oomph.” I attacked his mouth, tongue-fucking him to the rhythm of the sway of our hips.

“Take everything off,” I gasped, rolling sideways to give him room to wiggle out of his briefs while I did the same.

I chucked my shorts in the general direction of the hamper and started to dive for him again but stopped at the last second.

Holy crap.There was a naked man in my bed.

A naked Jake Milligan, to be precise.

This was the same little shit with zero sense of humor who called foul at the slightest shove on the ice and who’d labeled me a renegade miscreant. It was the same guy who’d distracted me at the worst possible moment during a pivotal championship game. He was the last person I should want like this. The very last.

Yet…he looked pretty damn good with his golden hair on my pillow, his toned abs with all those dips and valleys, and the perfect V line pointing like an arrow to his thick, veiny cock. He had a scar on his hip and a jagged one across his upper right thigh, but otherwise, his skin was unblemished—no tats and only a few freckles and a smattering of hair on his chest. His pubes were well manicured, like mine. And yeah, he had a nice long, thick dick.

I swallowed around the ball of desire lodged in my throat, my hand hovering over his length.

“Touch me, man. Do it,” he dared.

I lifted his cock, sliding my thumb from his base to his slit. I rubbed precum on his crown, testing its consistency and volume like a fucking scientist. A lot of precum had to mean he was turned-on. He was writhing under me now, his gaze searching mine, pleading for me to make a move.

So I gripped him firmly and stroked up and down, up and down. Jake hummed his approval and closed his eyes.

“Eyes open,” I commanded, releasing him to reach for the lube I kept in my bedside drawer.

Jake obeyed. “Don’t stop. Jerk me off.”

I showed him the bottle and poured some on my palm, slathering it on both of us. Then I got back to work, jacking myself with my left hand, Jake with my right. I kept a steady pace, reveling in the novelty of new discovery. He liked a rough hold at his base and his crown was super sensitive. So were his balls. I let go of my aching dick to fondle his nuts while I stroked him.

If his low groan and the flush of pink across his chest were any indication, he loved it. He arched into my touch, wordlessly asking for more. So I tightened my hold and upped the tempo.

Yeah, he liked that too. Jake lifted his hips, exposing his pucker to me, and oh fuck, that might have been the honest-to-God sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

For the record, I’d had a lot of sex with many beautiful women, and I’d started early. Nothing much surprised me. Anonymous hookups in dark alleys, blowjobs in limos, orgies in posh living rooms with multiple female partners…affirmative. I’d been with plenty of women who’d liked anal sex, and I’d been happy and horny enough to give it a try. What’s not to like?

But again…this was Jake. And even though he said he wanted everything, I felt like I needed a written invitation to touch him there.

“I’m gonna put my finger on you…right here,” I warned, setting a single digit on his entrance. “Just like that. Does that feel okay?”

Jake inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck.”

I pressed his opening, oh so gently, applying pressure as I jacked him. My poor cock was bobbing hopefully between his thighs, but it would have to wait. This was all about Jake.

“You like this?”

“Yeah,” he choked out.

“Have you ever fingered your hole?”

He frowned as he licked his lips. “I’m not answering that.”