Page 40 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

LEVI

T hat was the best night of my life. No, I’m not exaggerating.

I didn’t think winning the national title could’ve topped it, even if I’d been a starter in that game.

This was special. I’d planned out all the things we were supposed to play by ear, killing spontaneity, but it hadn’t hurt.

I just wanted my first date with Quinn to be picture perfect.

And I got my wish. The smile that never left Quinn’s face told me everything I needed to know. It kept me from making even one misstep the entire night. Sometimes unspoken things communicated more than words ever could. That told me our relationship had already climbed to the next level.

In movies, nights like this one would lead to a marriage proposal. Or a promise. I’d be lying if I said both hadn’t crossed my mind. Again, I felt like I couldn’t make a misstep. I didn’t know what our next move would be, but I definitely knew what I wanted when we arrived home.

Yeah, yeah, that part of me hadn’t changed, but I thought Quinn would want the same thing.

Once inside the front door, I scooped Quinn up in my arms and carried him upstairs. He couldn’t stop laughing, and I couldn’t quit basking in the beautiful sound.

“You’re going to give yourself a hernia,” he said.

“No way. Do you know how much I can bench press?”

He didn’t answer. It didn’t matter anyway. I marched down the hall to my room, opened the door, and dumped my boyfriend onto the bed.

My boyfriend. What an awesome word to use. Until then, I’d felt stuck with calling him my stepbrother. Boyfriend sounded so right.

He jumped up off the mattress and stood on his tiptoes to try to kiss me. I leaned down and met his lips. Then I wrapped my arms around him, squeezed, and lifted him up off his feet.

When his hard-on brushed my leg, I realized I was sporting a massive boner of my own—one that wanted freedom. I slid my blazer off, tossed it to the floor, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

Quinn’s hand found my crotch, and he eyed the bulge hungrily. I’d never seen him act so assertive before, and I wanted to think his time with me had inspired this new attitude. I also noticed a new confidence in his eyes that made me proud as fuck.

“See something you like?” I asked.

“I’m about to.”

He squeezed and kneaded my crotch, making me wait for it. My hands explored his shoulders and back—I couldn’t get enough of his body.

Then he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slowly unzipped my fly.

He’d learned a lot in the last few months, I can’t lie about that.

Like, he didn’t just snatch my cock out of my pants and stick it in his mouth.

Instead, he leaned forward, kissing the throbbing bulge in my underwear, licking and nibbling on it, making me gasp with pleasure.

Even better, it made me tense up, dying for him to reach the next stage… but he made me wait.

After driving me crazy, he eased my pants down to my ankles so I could step out of them, but he still wouldn’t free my cock.

He rubbed his face against my bulge, licking and nibbling some more, teasing me.

Finally, his fingers dipped into my underwear, peeling them down slowly and allowing my cock to spring forth.

Quinn eyed my bare cock and licked his lips like he was seeing it for the first time. Then he gripped my meat, stroked it back and forth, brought it to his lips, and touched his tongue to the tip. He then flicked the head, swirling around it, causing tingling sensations in my knob.

Oh my God, he was going to kill me before he even got started.

He nibbled on the tip some more before admitting the head past his lips, warming it with his hot spit. After several minutes of treating my cock like a sucker, he opened his mouth wide and devoured as much of my meat as he could.

His head moved back and forth as he used his free hand to twist and screw up and down my wet length.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “Fucking right. That’s a good boy. Keep that up. Just like that.”

I closed my eyes, meaning to soak this up and enjoy as much of it as humanly possible. Quinn’s fingers tickling the underside of my balls told me that shouldn’t be hard.

For the first time (possibly ever), I worried I might come early. For real. None of the girls (or guys) who’d ever blown me had ever done that so fast. Yes, it meant Quinn had developed skills I couldn’t believe, but I wanted to make sure I lasted long enough to finish this job.

“Hold on, hold on,” I told him. “Slow down.”

But my boyfriend wouldn’t be deterred.

I pulled out of his mouth, but he went back to the well for more.

So I pulled him to his feet, kissed him deeply, and then pushed him down onto the bed.

Oh my God, you wouldn’t believe the mischievous smile that appeared on his face.

It said that he had me right where he wanted me. I totally believed him, too.

He unbuttoned his shirt and struggled to escape it, so I helped ease him out of it. Then I planted kisses up and down his chest before flicking his pink nipple with my tongue. When I nibbled on it, Quinn’s hands caressed the back of my head.

Moments later, I buried my face in his chest, licking it, and then planted a trail of kisses down his stomach until I ran into his belt buckle. Once I unfastened it, I helped him out of his pants and eased his underwear down.

His beautiful cock pointed straight up at me, and disappeared into my mouth right away.

“Mmm yeah,” he said.

My head bobbed up and down over his pelvis, bathing his cock with my tongue. I savored the taste of my boyfriend’s cock until I finally felt him squirm. That told me he could come early, like I nearly did, and I needed to slow down.

“Oh God…” Quinn said.

He probably didn’t want to admit that he was so close to exploding, not after displaying his new skills, but I understood. Quinn was only human.

I took his cock out of my mouth, stroking it to keep it nice and hard.

“You ready for the good stuff?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I opened the drawer of my night table and fished out a lube bottle. Popping the cap, I squirted it up and down my cock like ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, then slathered it all over my length. Quinn took the bottle and greased his hole.

“Bend over!” I ordered. “I’m really gonna give it to you now.”

My boyfriend smiled hugely. He hopped onto the bed and pointed his ass straight up, inviting my cock to bury itself inside him. So I spread his ass cheeks open and my cock burrowed inside until my tip met his hole. Then I eased it deep within until my cock had sunk completely into his ass.

A long, drawn-out groan issued from Quinn’s lips, just like every other time I’d fucked him.

My hands practically glued themselves to his hips as I worked slowly, loosening him up before gaining speed.

When I clamped my hands onto my boyfriend’s shoulders, fucking him hard and fast, he thrust his head back in pleasure.

I basked in the sound of skin slapping against skin, my body now slick with sweat. I freed one hand, raised it high, and brought it down on Quinn’s ass cheek. It made a loud, cracking noise. My boyfriend cried out in what I knew damn well was pleasure.

“Again!” he cried.

So I gave him my hand again, leaving a print on his ass cheek. I loved that we could be so free right now. It totally wouldn’t be like this once our parents returned home from Boston.

I needed to slow down. Sure, I had stamina, but even I had my limits. When I withdrew from Quinn, he stood up and invited me to lie back on the bed. Flat on my back, my cock pointed up to the ceiling, and Quinn mounted my hips, sliding onto my cock with ease.

I fucked him hard and fast again, jackhammering him. Before, this would’ve been too much for my boyfriend to take, but now he took my cock like a seasoned pro.

My muscles tensed, my breathing picked up, and I noticed the changes in Quinn’s face. Instead of pleasure, he wore what appeared to be a look of panic, but I knew he didn’t feel scared. I understood his climax was imminent, and readied myself by fucking him as hard and fast as I could.

Quinn’s hand clamped down onto his cock, jerking his member hard and fast until gouts of cum squirted out, leaving streaks up my stomach and chest. He even got some on my neck and face, which I loved.

I held fast to his hips as I hammered him harder and harder. Tension consumed my loins and I held my breath until I finally let loose inside him. I pushed my cock in and out as my orgasm concluded.

After, we lay in bed together, kissing and laughing. Quinn used my chest as a pillow. Neither of us said a word. We didn’t need to. Like I said, silence sometimes communicates more than words can.

Besides, all we cared about was enjoying this perfect moment together.