Page 57 of Puck Love

I chewed the inside of my cheek, holding my smile hostage for a beat. “That’s al-most a compliment.”

“Fuck, I know. And the concerning thing is that this new perspective is making me soft.”

“How so?”

“Not sure. I just have this overwhelming desire to flatten you against the nearest wall and stick my tongue in your mouth.”

“Do it,” I dared.

Trinsky gave me a brief once-over. “You’re sitting. The logistics are wonky. How do I get you off the barstool and all the way to the wall without tripping? I’ll probably look like I’m trying too hard.”

“I’ll make it easier for you.” I stood, leaning one hand on the island.

“Okay, geez, now I’m nervous.”

I snickered as I grabbed his chin and kissed him.

The connection was sweet and tentative, and more subdued than the fiery, manic exchanges we’d perfected recently. Trinsky sucked my tongue as he pushed away from the island and shuffled me backward till I collided with the stone archway.

“Ouch.”

He gave a sheepish laugh and maneuvered us to a flat surface, fusing our mouths and molding his body to mine. I expected him to morph into a caveman, yanking off his T-shirt and humping my cock. But no…it was more soft, leisurely kisses, more tender caresses. I melted into him, draping my arms over his shoulders.

Trinsky sucked my bottom lip and set a hand on my chest. “I want to try something. If you hate it, tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered.

He licked my jaw, hands splayed under my tee, tweaking my nipples. I hummed, raising my arms at his grunted command. Trinsky bit my neck, then my shoulder, fingers ghosting my sides, and slipping to my belt.

“I wish you’d left the swim trunks on,” he mumbled, unbuckling and unthreading my belt.

Yeah, me too.

I tried to help, but Trinsky was two steps ahead of me. In a matter of seconds, my shorts and boxer briefs were at my feet, and my cock was bobbing between us.

“Touch me.”

“I will, but…let me do this.” Trinsky dropped to his knees and looked up at me, gripping my shaft like he meant business.

“What do you—oh. Oh, fuck.”

“This is me tasting cock for the first time.” He licked me from root to tip, sucking my crown experimentally.

I opened and closed my mouth. “Do you like it?”

“Don’t know. I’ll need another taste.” He repeated his efforts…a lick, a suck, and added a few pumps of his fist.

I raked my fingers through his hair, my breath coming in jagged rasps as I took in the incredible sight of Mason Trinsky on his knees for me, blowing my dick and my mind. I might not survive this.

Sure, I’d probably had better, more thorough BJs, but this was him. This was us, figuring each other out, grappling with desire we hadn’t quite come to terms with—no judgment, no expectation.

There was freedom in admitting we didn’t know what we were doing, but we just wanted to try.

“You’re good at this,” I praised reverently, tugging his hair. “You like sucking cock, don’t you? Take more. That’s it. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck.”

Trinsky swallowed half my length and gagged. He tried again, stroking me as he sucked. Saliva dripped onto my balls and that was hotter than I’d ever thought it could be. He was messy, but I really fucking loved it. My balls tightened and my spine tingled. Shit, I wasn’t going to last.

He twisted his tongue and slurped me to the root, releasing me with a pop. “You’re gonna come. I know you’re almost there, and I love that I can tell. I can take it if you want to fuck my mouth. Try it, Jakey. Try to fuck me.”