Page 62 of Puck Love

I grabbed a condom, added more lube, then lined my cock at his entrance and pushed.

I moved a centimeter at a time. So slow, it was painful…but worth it. I’d never been more in tune with a lover’s body. Seriously. I studied his expressions, measuring his every inhale and exhale for clues as I coached him to relax and coached myself not to slam home and plunder his hole like a Viking berserker conquering something that wasn’t supposed to belong to him.

And that wouldn’t have been right ’cause being with Jake like this—inside him, surrounded by him—felt like a gift. He wanted me, he trusted me. Me.

My arms trembled on either side of his head now. I was balls deep in a hot, tight channel, sweating bullets as he squeezed my cock in a vise grip.

He licked his lips. “It hurts.”

“I know.” I pressed a chaste kiss on Jake’s brow. “It’ll feel better when I move. Can I?”

“Yeah. Just…”

“Slow. I got you.”

I pulled out almost all the way, and surged forward again. Jake’s breath hitched and his groan oozed with cautious pleasure. I curbed the inclination to ask if he was okay and followed my instincts. I thrust a little harder on the next pass, rolling my hips as I captured his mouth.

He moaned, lifting to meet my next thrust and the next as he sucked my tongue and grabbed my ass for purchase. Our steady pace fell apart in a matter of minutes. I couldn’t get enough of him. Every push and pull sent shivers all over my body. I was a tingling jumble of sensation, and Jake seemed to be right there with me.

“Christ, you’re so fucking big,” he gasped, snaking his hand between us to grip his cock.

“Too much?”

“No, it’s good. Keep going.Mmm, that’s it. Yeah…fuck, yeah.”

Holy shit, this man was killing me. I pistoned my hips…fast and steady.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” I panted.

“Ungh…I’m—oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

And that was the end of me too. I roared through an epic orgasm, bucking and pounding into Jake’s ass, clinging to him like a damn koala in a windstorm.

I couldn’t move, which seemed to be a recurring post-sex theme with us.

“Are you okay?” I mustered the effort to brace my weight on my hands so I didn’t squish him.

Jake flashed a megawatt smile and nodded. “I’m unbelievably okay. That was…incredible. And damn it, I wish you could see this view.”

It took a second for me to figure out what he meant. I followed his gaze to the mirrored ceiling and…my tongue almost fell out of my mouth. I rolled sideways, pulling Jake with me, still impaled on my cock.

“Fuck me. Look at us.” I lifted my leg and tilted my pelvis. “I wish I had a bionic penis. I don’t want to stop fucking you.”

“I think Viagra helps with that.”

I glowered as I slipped out of him and tied off the condom. “I do not need Viagra, smartass.”

Jake snickered, hooking his leg over me to keep me close. “No, you don’t. That was amazing. Seriously. I loved it.”

I beamed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Can I…you know…”

“Fuck me?” I supplied, pulling his chin as he started to glance away, his cheeks pink. “Are you embarrassed? Hey, you’re not allowed to be embarrassed with me. We’re in this together, you know?”

Jake’s eyes softened as he combed his fingers through his hair, regarding me with a funny look I couldn’t read. “For a big hockey jock, you say some sweet things…Mason.”

My heart flipped and somersaulted in my chest. Maybe it was the compliment or the way he said my name. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it, so I reverted to normal defense tactics.