Page 34 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

LEVI

“ I ’d know that look anywhere,” I told Quinn.

“And what look’s that?”

“You got dumped. And it happened at the worst possible time.”

Quinn turned, and I expected him to run from me. He tended to flee practically anytime I had a point, and I readied myself to snatch his wrist and anchor him in place. Thankfully, my stepbrother-to-be didn’t run this time. Instead, he kept pacing restlessly.

“Okay, fine,” he said. “That’s exactly what happened, if you must know.”

“This wouldn’t be a good time for an I-told-you-so, would it?”

“No, actually, it would be the perfect time, Levi.”

“Well, I told you so.”

He grunted with frustration, seeming to struggle not to throw his hands in the air.

“You’re better off knowing he’s unreliable now rather than later,” I said. “Trust me.”

Quinn huffed. “But it’s a surprise. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, you know. Jeff and I couldn’t have been more cut out for each other. This was supposed to work out.”

“This is what happens when you tell yourself you’re cut out for someone. If you really are meant to be together, you shouldn’t have to tell yourself anything. You should just know.”

And then Quinn’s eyes met mine. That told me everything I needed to know without a single word being said. I glanced over my shoulder, found clusters of wedding guests nearby, and knew we needed to get out of there.

“We need to talk,” I said. “Come with me.”

I stopped myself short of actually taking Quinn’s hand and leading him away.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“You’ll see. I’ve got to show you something.”

Quinn followed me downstairs to the church basement. It was an addition to the church that’d been built twenty years ago, and the priest had told me that the space was used mostly for Sunday school and a nursery.

Leading Quinn to the end of the hall, I opened the door to a Sunday school classroom, invited him inside, and closed the door behind us.

Then our eyes met, refusing to part. And then we fell into each other’s arms, our lips locking immediately, like the loss of self-control was the world’s greatest pleasure.

Grunting sounds erupted from my mouth in my greed to taste Quinn’s lips, but Quinn was just as loud as I was. I knew by now that Quinn Standish could swear not to want something and act like he truly believed it, but he actually craved it more than anything.

Then I scooped Quinn up into my arms, carried him across the room, and dumped him onto a couch pressed against the far wall. From there, we fell into each other’s arms again and my tongue dove into his mouth. I hungered for the ginger-haired nerd as if our lips hadn’t met for a century.

He put his hand on my chest, feeling my pecs through my shirt like he’d never touched me in an intimate way before.

When I took his hand and placed it on my crotch, I worried he might pull back and say that we couldn’t take things so far.

Not just because the wedding was set to begin shortly.

Not just because we were in church , for crying out loud.

He might just resist the old habit of giving in to me.

Deep down, I knew he wanted this every bit as much as I did.

As Quinn massaged my crotch, I found myself growing rock-hard in his hand. I couldn’t help that, either. I reached down below Quinn’s waist, feeling his already hard cock in my hand, then squeezed and kneaded it. His lips broke away from mine as he gasped. He wanted more, and I knew it.

At that moment, I knew I had Quinn Standish in the palm of my hand, figuratively and literally.

I kissed his cheek and then buried my face in his neck, letting him feel my hot breath. His head thrust back from the rush of pleasure. If Quinn hadn’t fallen completely under my spell before, he was drowning in it now.

I reached for Quinn’s belt, unbuckled it, lowered his fly, and pulled his cock out of his pants.

For a while, part of me thought I might never see it again.

Deep down, I knew I would, but I still regarded it with a sense of longing.

My head dove down below Quinn’s waist, instantly taking his cock wholly into my mouth.

My head bobbed up and down as I sucked his length greedily.

Quinn cried out as if oblivious to the fact that someone could walk in on us at any moment. Sure, the area seemed deserted enough, but people could’ve come looking for us, and I couldn’t guarantee we wouldn’t be caught.

I listened as Quinn’s breathing picked up. It was music to my ears, but I didn’t want him to come right away. Besides, I had my own needs I wanted satisfied. So I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and stood back to let my stepbrother-to-be take care of the rest.

He unbuttoned my pants, lowered my zipper, and eased my pants and underwear down, revealing my cock. He eyed my member like he’d never seen it before. I knew damn well Jeff’s dick couldn’t have been anywhere near as big and juicy, and Quinn would feel glad for this treat.

Quinn took my hard-on in his hand and stroked it back and forth with an air of curiosity, just like he had the first time he’d seen it. Then he offered up a series of gentle tongue strokes to the head and shaft. Stroking it further, he wrapped his lips around the head and drew it into his mouth.

I put my hand on the back of his head, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth, until the tip touched his throat.

To his credit, he hung on, never gagging.

Then I put both hands on the back of his head, throwing my hips into action and face-fucking him.

I listened to his gulping sounds as his hands reached around and clutched my ass.

Oh my God, his mouth felt so fucking good. Sure, he’d blown me several times before, but none of those blowjobs had felt this perfectly smooth and silky. My breathing picked up and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was going to come whether I liked it or not.

“Holy fuck,” I said. “Here it comes.”

I gave Quinn the chance to pull my cock out of his mouth in case he didn’t want to swallow, but he kept his lips wrapped around it. Tension mounted below my waist until I exploded in his mouth.

But I wasn’t done with Quinn. I would never finish and leave him hanging. So I pushed him back down onto the couch and took his cock into my mouth once more.

You would’ve sworn I’d never stopped blowing him, because he’d stayed as hard as ever. Plus, my head bobbed up and down in his lap only a few times before his breathing sounded labored again.

He moaned loudly several times, and then his cock flooded my mouth with cum and the loudest moan I’d ever heard from him tore out of his mouth. I swallowed, but kept his cock in my mouth long after the orgasm had concluded.

After, I glanced up at Quinn, whose breathing had slowed. His eyes had fallen half-shut. He looked completely spent from trading blowjobs, but I couldn’t let him zone out on me now.

“Come on, dude,” I said. “You’ve got to get up. We’ve got somewhere to be.”

Quinn practically dragged himself up off the couch.

He threw his tuxedo coat back on hastily, but he still looked like a total mess. I helped him fix his hair—for what good it would do—and he helped straighten my clothes out.

“You think anyone’s going to notice what we’ve been up to?” he asked.

“Dunno, but do you really care if they do?”

Quinn shrugged like he didn’t care after all he’d been through. That was exactly what I liked to see.

I stood and stared at him. I just couldn’t help myself. At that moment, I didn’t think I’d ever been more in love with Quinn Standish. But this moment represented more than that. I must’ve understood, in that moment, that Quinn had finally acknowledged he was in love with me, too.

But when would he say it, for Christ’s sake?

I leaned in to kiss him again, but the moment my lips brushed against his, notes of organ music drifted into the basement.

“Shit!” Quinn said. “They’re about to start without us!”

And as we raced upstairs, we were oblivious to the fact that our flies were still wide open.