Page 21 of Puck Shots (Love The Game #6)

Eli

I can’t believe I had the guts to do it, but fuck, I’m glad I did. The second his mouth is on mine; all I want to do is crawl into his lap. But we’re in a public place, and that reality has me pulling away, breaking the kiss and the hold it had over me.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“You never have to apologize for kissing me like that,” he says, and though my heart is still beating a million miles a minute, my stomach stops doing cartwheels. “Can we do it again?” he asks.

“As many times as you want,” I reply, pushing my glasses back up my nose a little.

“What if it means you’d miss every film showing?”

I shrug. “I’m more into music, anyway.”

“Then how about we head back to the house? I think we’d be far more comfortable making out on my bed.”

My cock twitches, and I swallow the lump that’s risen in my throat. I’ve dreamed, literally dreamed of kissing him in his room, on his bed. More in his bed, naked under the covers, but maybe that part of the dream will come true, too. That vision has my cock thickening fast.

I nod, and he climbs to his feet and holds out his hand.

Loving how his fingers lace with mine and hold tight for all to see makes my chest swell.

I’ve never been with a guy who liked public displays of affection.

In fact, my last two boyfriends, if you can really call them that, didn’t even want to go out.

It’s not even like our high school was short on queer students.

No one cared. But I guess these two did, at least about being seen with me.

We pass Luka and a few of the guys from his team, and my hand instinctively loosens its grip, giving him a chance to slip free before they see us.

But he doesn’t. He holds on tighter like he’s afraid to lose me, and the way he walks so tall, proud almost as he holds my hand and nods to his friends makes me want him even more.

The moment we’re through the door to his room, he pulls me close, and his lips find mine.

Mine part eagerly, and his tongue pushes its way inside.

He tastes like butter and smells like mint, and my whole body vibrates, wanting to be closer.

My hands slide around his back, feeling the muscles bulge under the thin fabric of his shirt.

He’s so fucking ripped it isn’t funny. I’m basically the polar opposite, lean and lanky, the epitome of a geek, except for the tall part.

I’m a good bit shorter than him and have to arch my neck to kiss him right, but the way he cups my face, holding me to him, is perfect.

We find our way to the edge of his bed, and he guides me back, all the while keeping his mouth on mine.

His tongue takes control as my cock grows harder, and he hovers above me.

It’s like the warmth of his body wraps around me, which shouldn’t be possible.

He’s not even touching me, but it’s there, the heat wrapping me in a blanket of him.

His mouth moves to pepper kisses across my jaw and down my neck, and when his tongue circles the crease between my neck and shoulder, sending a shiver through me, my hand moves to his ass and grips him tight.

I pull him against me, his hard cock pressed up against mine, and I lift my hips as I squeeze his ass again.

He moans.

“Oh, yeah.”

My cock pulses, begging for more friction. I lift my hips again, and his suction on my neck strengthens as he grinds against me. One hand grips the back of my neck, the other on my hip, encouraging me on.

“Cos,” I sigh, and his grip tightens.

His mouth comes away with a sort of pop as the suction is released. I bet there’ll be a pretty solid mark there in not too long. He hovers above me, with that cheeky smirk I’ve come to love.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks, and I nod, but instead of moving to my lips, he pushes up, straddling my legs, tight round ass resting on my throbbing cock.

“Umm, what…”

“You said I could kiss you.”

“Yeah, but then why…?”

He lifts the hem of my shirt slowly, his hungry gaze following it up, the backs of his fingers brushing gently against my skin and sending ripples of pleasure through me. My cock pulses, and one of his eyebrows picks up.

“If you liked that, you’re going to love this,” he says, and he lifts my shirt up over my chest.

He sweeps his fingers down my chest.

“I love these tiny freckles,” he says, licking his lips and then leaning forward to swipe his tongue over my hard nipple.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, gripping the bedcovers at my side.

“That’s exactly what I like to hear. Don’t hold back.”

“Won’t someone hear me?” I ask, and he peers up at me through thick lashes.

“Most of the house is empty, but if you’re worried, I can put on some music, too.”

“Yes, please,” I say, and he reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his phone, and a few seconds later, the campus radio station is playing through the room. Loud enough to mask our voices but not so loud that he wouldn’t be able to hear me. He gently tosses it to the floor beside the bed.

“Now, where was I?” he asks, leaning forward again and sucking my nipple into his mouth completely.

“That’s so…good,” I sigh, and when he grinds his ass in circles on top of my groin, I can’t hold back and moan again. “Oh, god.”

“Hmmm, you taste so good,” he mumbles, sliding his tongue over to my other nipple, circling the bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

I close my eyes, trying to maintain a semblance of control, but my cock is about ready to explode with him grinding his ass on top of me.

I breathe slowly, trying to hold my composure, as he moves his kisses down my chest, his ass lifts off my groin, and the mattress shifts as he makes his way down.

I’m half convinced I’m dreaming and worry that if I open my eyes, I’ll find I’m alone, and this was all in my head, but then he unbuttons my jeans and my eyes fly open.

It’s not a dream. Cosmo is hovering above my waist, his perfect lips kissing along my V as he unzips my jeans.

“I want to taste all of you,” he says between kisses.

“I’m not sure I’ll last long,” I admit, and he licks his lips.

“That’s okay, I’m pretty sure I’ll come the second I have you in my mouth.”

I sweep my fingers through my hair. “Oh fuck. See? You saying stuff like that’s just going to make me come sooner.”

“Just make sure you’re in my throat when you do.”

He grabs the waist of my jeans and pulls them down, my underwear going with them until they’re wedged under my balls, and he’s hovering over my leaking hard cock.

“Fucking perfect,” he says, gripping my base. He holds my stare as I grip the bedcover, and he runs his tongue up the length.

“Oh yeah,” I moan, and he circles my cockhead with his tongue, then swallows me deep into his throat. I white-knuckle the covers, hips rising to meet him as my toes begin to curl. The heat of his mouth, the suction, and swirl of his tongue combined has waves of electricity pulsing through my body.

“Fuck, Cos, oh god, that’s good.”

He sucks me deep, releasing briefly only to take me deep into his throat again.

It tightens around my cock head, and my balls pull up tight.

I can’t hold back anymore. I explode. His free hand slides under my ass and grips me tight, pulling me to him with every pulse of come, swallowing every drop until I soften slightly in his mouth.

“Did you come, as well, or can I taste you now, too?” I ask as he sits up, still straddling my legs.

“Stay there, I’ll come to you,” he says, and he stands on the bed, unzips his pants and shoves them all the way down. His perfect hard cock is glistening with precome, balls tight, shaven, and perfect, hovering above me.

“Are you just going to stand there teasing me with your perfect cock?” I ask.

“You think my cock is perfect?”

“Looks pretty perfect from here,” I say with a grin. “I might need a closer look though, just to be sure.”

“How close?” he asks, stepping out of the confines of his pants and moving up the bed.

“Close,” I say, reaching down and holding his ankles gently as he takes another step.

“How about this?” he asks, hands on hips, head turned to one side, chest puffed up like he’s some superhero posing for the camera.

“Still not close enough. My eyes aren’t very good, remember.” I chuckle.

“You’re wearing your glasses.”

“Yeah, but it’s an old prescription,” I say, and I slide my hands up the sides of his legs. “I want to be close enough to taste you.”

“Ohhh,” he says with a smirk, and then he lowers himself to his knees, straddling my shoulders with impressive flexibility, his balls hovering just above my chest, cock in perfect position.

“How about this?”

“Perfect,” I say and then bring my hands up, grab his ass, and lean in and suck his cockhead into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Eli,” he groans, and I squeeze his ass, pulling him forward and deeper into my throat. His salty precome makes me want more, more of his cock, more of his taste. I want him to fuck my mouth harder, faster, but I also want this to be good for him.

I pull him against me, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I make sure to stay relaxed, keeping my throat open and swallowing a little when his cock head is deep enough that it pulls on him and he groans louder, gripping the bed head behind me.

“Oh god. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that. “

He pushes back, withdrawing almost all the way, and I take the opportunity to circle his cockhead with my tongue.

“Fuck, Eli. Fucking hell, that’s so good.”

“Mmhmm,” I replied, pulling him deep again.

I peer up through my lashes just as he lowers his head and lets out a whine, watching me suck him deep into my throat again.

Little noises and gasps coming from him with every thrust. When it looked like he was too close, I pull off and turn my head and my attention to his balls for a moment, sucking one softly into my mouth before swiping my tongue up his length and taking him again.

The delicious sound of his moan urging me on.