Page 40 of Pucked Up (Punk as Puck #2)

“Kiss me,” I said when I had his attention.

He did. His head lifted off the mattress to meet me more than halfway. His mouth was so warm, so perfect. I could have spent the rest of my life just like this.

“I want to taste you,” I murmured against his mouth. My hand drifted down, cupping him through his boxers. He was hard—a stark contrast to last time when he’d needed more than sex, and that had sent him running, terrified.

“It wasn’t you, by the way,” Boden said.

I eased back. “What wasn’t me?”

“Before—uh.” He gestured down at his erection.

“Oh. Oh , mon petit feu, I didn’t think that. I don’t have unrealistic expectations about what your body should do whenever you’re around me.”

His blush darkened. “Yes, but…it was a first. Every time I set eyes on you, I get hard, which is really fucking inconvenient when I’m trying to play.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Which probably also means you can’t come to any of my games.”

I laughed, pinning him back to the bed and carefully propping his legs up over my thighs so his hips wouldn’t hurt. “Don’t worry, I will hide. I’ll wear a disguise.”

“Like a big hat and a mustache?”

“A trench coat,” I said, kissing his neck. He moaned and leaned into it. “Big black-framed glasses. I’ll wear the jersey of the other team?—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said, sitting up and almost smacking his forehead into mine. His eyes were blazing, and I grinned at him.

“Go Seals,” I whispered.

He growled and bit into my neck. Hard. It was most definitely going to leave a mark, and fuck, I was going to wear that so proudly.

“Never,” he said against my skin, licking over the indentations of his teeth. “Say it. You will never wear a single jersey that isn’t mine.”

I pulled back and took his chin in my fingers. “Only yours. Only you .”

A shiver ran up my spine at the intensity in his gaze.

Reid had loved the game, but he hadn’t been born with it in his veins the way Boden had.

It wasn’t part of who he was. And something about that was so beautiful because Boden’s future was entirely in his own hands.

Boden had fucked up once but refused to give up because he knew what he deserved.

And as much as he doubted himself, he was still impossibly strong.

And Christ, I loved him for that.

“Let me taste you,” I murmured. “Please.”

“Anything you want. You don’t have to ask.”

I searched his face and found the truth, then kissed him for his bravery to say it aloud.

His mouth was lush and needy, but I didn’t linger there.

I kissed over his hammering pulse and over his chest, spending time on each nipple until they were peaked and sensitive.

I moved down his ribs, avoiding the spots where he was ticklish and spoiling the places that made his body twitch and moan.

Reaching above him, I grabbed as many pillows as I could, shoving them under his knees, and then I pushed his legs until his hips were open and relaxed. When I heard his soft sigh of contentment, I crouched between his thighs and pulled his cock out from the slit in his boxers.

“Why is this so hot?” he asked me .

I tilted my head to the side. “Because you lo—because you care for me.”

He swallowed heavily, then shook his head. “No, that’s…it’s so much more than that. Hugo— fuck . I feel like I’m a mess at this, and I wasn’t sure I’d even know what love was, even if it slapped me across the face. And I think it actually did.”

“Well, across the ass,” I clarified.

His ears burned bright red, and he cleared his throat. “I’m trying to be sentimental here, asshole.”

I grinned at him and leaned down. The head of his cock was just pushing through the foreskin, and I gave it a wet, messy kiss in apology. “Désolé.”

He took in a shuddering breath, then touched the side of my face until I looked up at him. “I love you too. I’m…I’m in love with you too. I didn’t really grow up with the best role models, so I’m probably going to fuck up a lot, but I need you to know I will always try.”

“And I will always be patient with you.”

Something dark crossed his face, a shadow of doubt, maybe. He swallowed thickly. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it. Please. I totally understand if you can’t?—”

“Boden.” I surged up, dragging my clothed chest over his, and quieted him with a kiss. When he sagged back against the headboard again, I pulled back. “I will always,” I said slowly, pointedly, “be patient with you.”

He breathed out a small sigh, then nodded. “You believe me, right? That I love you. Even after everything?”

“Especially after everything. Love is never cruel, and loving is never hard, but being brave isn’t always easy.” I kissed him again. “As long as you promise not to run.”

“Never again,” he said.

I took his mouth against mine one more time before scooting back down. Gripping his cock, I began a gentle stroke, picking up as his breathing started to hitch in his chest. His eyes closed, and he began to move his hips in tiny thrusts forward, chasing the sensation.

I gripped him harder, then fitted my mouth around the head and sank down. The noise he made was like a chorus of ecstasy, and I wanted to fill the room with it. I sucked harder, took him deeper, one palm cupping his balls, the fingers of my other hand toying with his nipples.

I loved how sensitive he was—how eager. He was touch starved, and I understood that on a fundamental level, that couldn’t be explained in words.

But it wouldn’t last forever. Soon enough, there would be a glut, and I was looking forward to the day when I held him just a little too tight because I wanted to, not because I needed to.

But for now, I would take this. It was raw and unrefined and full of jagged edges, but those wouldn’t last forever.

It took me years to learn to be a good husband for Reid, and the moment I thought I was finally getting it right, he was gone.

Now, with Boden, I had a chance to start over. But this time, I wasn’t as young. I wasn’t unseasoned and green. I knew better. I knew how to be better—to pay closer attention. To read his body and know exactly what he wanted and what he needed. How far to push and when to pull back.

“I’m going to come. Hugo—Hugo,” he gasped.

I pulled off, gently stroking his cock as I kissed my way up his body. “How do you want to come?” I asked when I had his attention. His eyes were wide and feverish. “In my mouth? In my ass? Do you want me to hold you and kiss you and stroke you?—”

“Yes. Shit. All of that.” He surged up and took my mouth almost frantically. “Sorry. I know that’s not very…exciting, but?—”

“Everything about you is exciting. Even your smallest kisses are erotic, mon petit feu. I love everything about you.”

His hands were trembling when they flew to my chest and dug into my shirt. “Come with me. Will you? Please?”

I shook my head. “My love. I can’t tonight. It was all too much.” I was hard, but not hard enough. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“I want to feel you,” he said, a little shy and plaintive. I realized he was nervous that I would turn him down. That maybe I didn’t want him the same way he wanted me.

I needed to disabuse of him of that immediately. Pulling back, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it off the side of the bed. It took a moment for my tense joints to unwind enough that I could shimmy out of my trousers, but it wasn’t long before I was naked beside him.

He stared at me, his gaze like a touch as he ran it up and down my body. “You’re so…” I held my breath, waiting. “Beautiful. I never let myself picture the person I was going to spend my life with. I was too afraid because hope is so dangerous.”

“It isn’t.”

“It is. Sometimes,” he added, like a concession. He pressed his hands to the mattress and lifted his hips. “Take my boxers off.”

I did—a quick, sweeping motion to drag them over the curve of his ass and down his thighs. They caught on the pillows, so I lifted one leg at a time, and with a kiss to the top of each foot, I had them gone, joining the pile of our clothes on the floor.

His skin was warm against mine as he rolled into me. His legs, stiffer than usual and spasming slightly, shoved between mine, and I squeezed them tight.

“Fuck. Just like that,” he murmured. He nuzzled his nose into the side of my neck as his hands cupped my ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Love when you pin me down. My body never lets me be still, but with you it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

He trailed off again, so I kissed him soundly as my free hand drew down between us. I tugged my half-hard dick up against my stomach, then pressed his against it before taking him by the hips and using my strength to rub him against me .

“Oh God. Oh God.” His voice was thready and soft. “Like that. Can you—will you?—”

“Yes. Anything.” I began to rock my own hips, using my hands to keep his rhythm the same as mine. His body began to heat, and he began to squirm. I could feel his dick throbbing, thickening, a stream of precome dribbling from the tip.

It was so wet between us, and I felt a warmth in me that I didn’t recognize for a moment. Until I did. Fuck. I was going to come—a different sort of orgasm, encompassing my entire body. My dick was still flagging, but everything else in me was so damned turned on.

“Kiss me. I need your mouth, my love,” I rambled.

His hands dug hard into my sides as his lips found mine.

He bit at my mouth and thrust his tongue inside, and as he began to shudder and groan and release, I found mine.

It hit me like a wave, my entire body going hot and tingly all over.

My dick throbbed a little, my balls clenching, but the pleasure was from head to toe.

I kissed him harder, shuddering through it as I lost myself to him.

And God help me—God help the both of us—because I never wanted to be found.