Page 21 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

QUINN

I skipped school for two days in a row. I’d all but banned myself from my phone because I knew I’d find texts from Jeff.

You know, the ones I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) answer.

I couldn’t reply because of the constant conflict in my heart and soul.

A decision I never should have had to make loomed on the horizon, and I volleyed back and forth between going for it and staying put.

Of course, staying put would’ve been the safest move. The part of me that’d enjoyed a taste of what could be made me consider my options. I could choose Levi, but I understood the risks.

And I’d never been a risk taker. If I were smart, I’d pick Jeff and avoid disaster.

Smart meant nothing when I looked across the kitchen table at Levi and looked at his hulking arms and powerful chest. I couldn’t help thinking about what he’d told me about his dad.

Levi had experienced his share of troubles, I now understood.

I’d experienced my share of pain too, which meant I had more in common with Levi Dunn than I’d ever known.

I wanted him. Sure, I’d fought every temptation that crossed my mind, but that didn’t stop desire from budding and blooming.

So far, neither of us had said a word about the other night when we’d snuggled up on the couch.

We hadn’t touched the fact that we would’ve wound up naked together again if I hadn’t bolted.

Finally, I said, “We’re getting pretty close to the wedding. Have you gotten RSVPs for the all the invitations?”

“Two-thirds. That means I’m waiting to hear back from a shitload of people.”

“God, don’t they know we’ve got plans to solidify?”

Levi shrugged. He’d acted differently the last few days when I’d passed him in the house. He hadn’t seemed as strong and determined as before, but now I saw something in his eyes. It was a fire that burned hotter than any look I’d seen from him before.

He couldn’t focus on wedding plans any more than I could, but neither of us had tackled the topic we both wanted to discuss. Levi being Levi, he took the bull by the horns.

“You know, that was a bullshit move you pulled the other night,” he said.

I froze.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to?—”

“Well, sorry isn’t good enough. I thought for a moment that you really wanted me.”

“I did, but?—”

Shit! Now that I’d said it, I couldn’t take it back. Not with how Levi Dunn operated.

“What I mean is, I was feeling something,” I said, “but I got really scared in the moment, and I didn’t know how?—”

“Then maybe it’s time to face your fears.”

“Come on, Levi, you know it’s not that simple.”

“Why not? I thought we had an understanding.”

And we did, in a weird way. Levi had opened up to me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. He’d shown me a side of himself I never would’ve believed existed. His muscles and smile made him hot, but his vulnerability made him beautiful. In that moment, I could have fallen for my old bully completely.

And then I came to my senses.

When I talked myself back into reality, I reminded myself that I wanted Jeff and only Jeff. I wanted to be with someone who used his mind. I’d never pictured myself with a hockey player, especially one who’d made my life so miserable.

But that was all talk. It meant nothing. When I looked across the table at Levi, I knew I’d hurt him. Apparently, I’d done the impossible. Guys like him didn’t have feelings, right?

Part of me wanted to change my mind and give myself to him completely.

The Levi Dunns of the world held that type of power over guys like me.

I reminded myself again that I wanted someone more like me, a guy my speed who cared about books and grades.

I didn’t need to get caught up with a guy who got turned on by taking a hockey puck to the face.

“I don’t know, Levi,” I said. “I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I did what felt right in that moment. I wanted it, I really did, but the problem is?—”

Levi’s foot touched mine, his toe rubbing against my sole.

That shut me up better than interrupting me with words.

And then his enormous foot—a size thirteen or fourteen for sure—covered mine completely.

I tensed up, loving every minute despite knowing I needed to resist. For a moment, I felt like a prisoner of my own desire.

And I felt myself grow hard again, something else I simply couldn’t control.

“What is it, Quinn? What’s the problem?”

I paused and drew a deep breath. Sure, I could resist Levi Dunn, but I knew he’d tear down every barrier in his path.

“I just think…we should slow down…think things over, and…”

I could say no more. The intense look in Levi’s eyes told me he didn’t really want an answer anyway. He would do the talking, but words weren’t necessary in his world.

And then his hand landed on my lap, rubbed my leg, and reached for my crotch. He squeezed the bulge of my cock hard enough to make me gasp. I couldn’t hide my pleasure now. Levi could read the ecstasy on my face like a book. If I’d meant to change my mind before, I sure as hell wouldn’t do it now.

As Levi looked deeper into my eyes, my resolve melted away like butter on a hotplate. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him now, but I couldn’t make the move.

My old bully must’ve sensed it, because he jumped up from the table and pulled me to my feet. He reeled me in until my chest pressed against his, and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his cock poke against my leg, and I wanted it inside me again in the worst fucking way.

Levi paused before kissing me deeply and passionately. His tongue dipped into my mouth as he cupped his hand around the back of my head. I tried to do the same with him, but he was so big. That, or my arms weren’t long enough.

And then it hit me: my dad and his mom had gone out grocery shopping, but they could return at any moment. They’d see us playing tonsil hockey in the kitchen—or doing a lot more than that, possibly—but I didn’t care. Besides, once we got going, I wouldn’t stop Levi until he finished his business.

Crazy as it sounds, the idea of them walking in on us turned me on.

But I made a mistake: I reached for Levi’s belt and tried to unfasten it.

He pushed my hand away and his lips broke away from mine.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Going after your cock. What does it look like?”

“That’s what you think.”

And he held me in place. I paused, feeling completely puzzled.

Finally, Levi said, “You can have my cock when I say you can have it. You can have this tasty, juicy meat when you’ve earned it like a good boy.”

Oh my God, I would’ve expected to hate anyone who spoke to me that way. But I didn’t. It stoked my fire, which confirmed that Levi Dunn was the exception to just about everything.

And then he grabbed my crotch again, squeezing like my erection could’ve possibly wilted in the last few seconds.

Then he unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and pushed my pants right down to my ankles.

I stepped out of them as my cock stood fully erect.

Then he lifted my shirt over my head, leaned in, and took my nipple in his mouth.

I rested my arm on his broad back. He nibbled and flicked my nipple with his tongue before planting kisses across my chest and down my stomach.

Then he crouched down, taking my cock deep into his mouth and supporting my balls with his left hand. With his right, he worked up and down my hot, wet shaft in screwing and twisting motions.

“Oh, fuck.” I ground the words out, mostly from pleasure, but also the ever-present fear that he’d make me come far too early. I might have been inexperienced, but I doubted any other mouth could feel as incredible as Levi’s.

Only then did I realize how easily I’d fallen into the moment. Lust? Check. Hard-on? Check. On the verge of premature ejaculation? You’d better believe it was a check.

I hadn’t checked off those boxes at Jeff’s house. Okay, maybe the lust part. I did consciously want to make love to him. He was gorgeous and definitely my kind of guy. But I couldn’t have checked off the other two boxes no matter how hard I tried. With Levi, those things just happened effortlessly.

Somehow, Levi’s mouth felt even warmer, wetter, and silkier than before.

My fingers swam through his hair as I embraced his head.

I know how weird that sounded, but I had to do everything I could to withstand the pleasure he was giving me.

Levi wasn’t just skilled; he was practically a master.

My stepbrother-to-be kept me on the edge of orgasm every moment, but never quite let me come.

Even still, I couldn’t take the risk. I needed him to slow down and let me catch my breath.

“Have I earned it?” I asked.

He pulled me out of his mouth. “What was that?”

“Your cock. I want it. Have I earned it like a good boy yet?”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor like a man about to embark on serious business.

I looked below Levi’s waist. Somehow his cock looked larger than before. It seemed to point straight at me, daring me to take it into my mouth.

And I was up to the challenge.

“On your knees,” he said.

I lowered myself, but apparently not fast enough.

“I said on your knees! Now!”

I dropped to both knees as fast as I humanly could. Then I took his cock into my mouth, nearly gagging on it like I had the first time, but I wanted to show him I’d improved.

I tried working his cock with my hand like he’d done to mine, but I couldn’t wrap my fingers the entire way around his meat. That didn’t stop him from groaning here and there. I knew he could feel it, but I wanted him to experience the same insane pleasure he’d brought me.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before dipping it back into my mouth and tickling the underside of his balls.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said. “That’s it. Keep doing that. Uh-huh. That’s a good boy.”

Hearing those words didn’t just turn me on, it made me feel good. It gave me a sense of accomplishment, in a weird way.

Then he grabbed my head with both hands and face-fucked me hard.

Reaching around his waist, I cupped his ass and helped him thrust. Not that he needed it.

I wanted to show him I could handle all he could give me without gagging.

Part of me actually thought I could make him come by using my mouth.

I would’ve been proud of myself had I pulled it off.

Levi withdrew from my mouth suddenly and pulled me back to my feet, as if switching gears on instinct. He kissed me deeply, now using his tongue sloppily, before breaking away from the kiss again. He spun me around, cleared the whole kitchen table in one swipe of his arm, and bent me over it.

I knew what was going to happen. With no lube handy in the kitchen, I knew Levi wouldn’t run upstairs for some, not if it meant interrupting the moment.

I heard him spit into his hand before feeling his finger slowly enter my ass.

My breathing quickened because it reminded me so much of our first time.

I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me again.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Levi position himself behind me.

He parted my legs and then spread my ass cheeks.

And then a pause. A moment later, I felt his enormous cock penetrate my hole.

I bowed my head, squeezed my eyes shut, and gritted my teeth. Like before, I sensed some pain and discomfort at the very beginning, but only felt pleasure once he was completely inside me.

Levi pushed back and forth, picking up steam in no time.

I worked my ass into the rhythm with him.

My stepbrother-to-be grabbed my shoulders and rammed his cock into my ass as hard and fast as he could.

I cried out with pleasure, but I wanted to show him what I was made of.

So I backed into his cock as he thrust, listening to the sound of skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room.

“You like that, huh?” he asked.

“More!”

“I don’t think you can take it, bro.”

“Yes, I can. Fuck me harder!”

So Levi fucked me as hard and fast as he could, his hands practically glued to my hips. I had to show my old bully that I could take everything he dished out…and a hell of a lot more.

I wanted him to know that Quinn Standish would always pose a challenge.

And then he pulled out of me and turned me over.

I stared up at the lights hanging above the kitchen table as he draped my legs over his shoulders and entered me again.

Thank God I could see his gorgeous face now.

This time, I lifted my head and sat up a little.

Then I threw my arms around Levi’s neck, allowing him the best position to fuck me hard and deep.

Only then did Levi’s breathing quicken. The athlete in him had a ton of stamina and would always be able to go the distance.

I watched his pecs tense, knowing I could watch that sight forever.

When his face reddened, I knew he was fucking me as fiercely as he could.

Only when Levi trembled did I understand that he was about to climax.

He delivered another flurry of hard, fast thrusts before exploding inside me.

He withdrew from my hole, crouched down beside me, and took my cock into his mouth. He used his hand like before, but only needed a few quick strokes up and down my shaft to make me explode.

I cried out from the orgasm as Levi kept me in his mouth and swallowed.

I wanted to lie on the kitchen table for as long as possible, soaking up the moment. No, I wanted Levi to scoop me into his arms and carry me upstairs to bed. When I looked up at his smiling, satisfied face, I wondered how I’d ever run from him.

“Get up,” he said.

“Why can’t we just stay here?”

“Just shut up and do what I told you. Someone’s gonna be home any minute.”

And then I heard the faint sound of a key entering the lock of the front door.

“Oh shit!” We said it practically in unison.

Then we scooped up our clothes and dashed into the dining room.

We practically tripped over ourselves as we stepped into our jeans.

With our shirts pulled on, we did our best to smooth the wrinkles out of our clothes.

As my dad and Levi’s mom shuffled into the kitchen, we sneaked upstairs.

Sure, they didn’t see our wrinkled clothes or flushed faces, but I was sure they’d wonder why the placemats and salt and pepper shakers were scattered all over the floor.