Page 22 of Stubborn Puckboy (Puckboys #9)
He’s ready for real intimacy, and even though it might break my heart, ruin my career, and fuck me over in the long run, I’m going to give it to him. Freely. Because going through what he has … I wouldn’t wish that kind of loneliness on anyone.
“Okay,” I turn to him.
He already looks blissed-out, and we haven’t even come yet.
I hook my fingers into the sides of his underwear and pull them down his legs. “These can go.”
I straighten back up and do the same with mine. Standing before him naked isn’t a big deal. We used to do this weekly, though maybe not this close to each other.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he says. Maybe it’s nerves, or he had plans to top me and now he can’t, so he’s unsure of what else there is to do, but it’s okay because he doesn’t need to know.
“Do you have lube?”
He rubs the back of his head. “Uh, no.”
“That’s okay. Spit will work. Get on the bed.”
When he passes me and I get a view of his amazing ass, I have to bite my knuckles. I have visions of the future, where there might be a day where I get to pull those cheeks apart and dive right in, but Novi deserves better than to rush this.
He gets to have new experiences, and knowing I’m the only one that’s kissed him is a high in itself. Knowing I’d be the only one to ever be inside him?
I shiver in anticipation even though that’s not on the table today. It might never be on the table, but that won’t stop me from thinking about it.
Novi lies on his back, his head propped up on two pillows with an arm bent underneath it.
On full display, he’s without a doubt the hottest man I have ever been with.
His chest is hairy with grays smattered in the dark curls. His abs are cut, and his cock is long, thin, and dripping precum onto his happy trail.
My mouth waters, and when I glance up and meet his stare, he’s giving me a Novi smirk. It’s the one where he’s actually amused, but he looks like he wants to murder. “I know. I am fine specimen of man.”
If I wasn’t so fucking horny, I’d have the energy to dispute him.
Instead, I relent and drop my knees to the end of the bed. “You really are.”
He reaches for me, but instead of going to him and embracing him, I bend over and bring my mouth to within an inch of his cock.
I don’t take my eyes off him as I lick the bead of precum off his skin and then give his happy trail a soft kiss.
His hard length twitches and hits me in the chin. It would be funny if I didn’t want him in my mouth so badly.
I close my lips over the tip and then work my mouth down his shaft.
Novi’s breathing is stilted, and I have to remind myself that I can’t let him blow in my mouth.
He’s had blowjobs before. This is only a way to drive him crazy so that when his slick cock is buried between my thighs, it won’t take him long to cover me in his hot, sticky cum.
I use extra saliva and make sure his dick is nice and wet and then release his cock with a soft pop.
When I glance up at him again, his pupils are blown, and he whines.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because I want you to be looking at me when you come.” I climb up the bed and grab Novi’s shoulder to pull him toward me.
He follows my lead and rolls on his side, and when he does that, I reach between us and guide his cock between my thighs while trying my hardest to press them together tightly.
Novi understands what I’m doing and wraps his arm around my body and supports my upper back as he thrusts forward, sliding his cock in and out the tight gap between my legs.
Each move he makes, my own dick gets friction along his abs and hip.
We hold on to each other tightly, but he does as I asked. He doesn’t take his gaze off me once.
“I want to see it,” I say. “I want to see your face when you fall over the edge.”
Novi moans and closes his eyes. His movements speed up, and we thrust against each other frantically.
Seeing him like this is a whole new experience.
The concentration giving way to need is the most expressive I’ve ever seen his face, and this weird sort of claimy feeling passes through me as I realize I’m the only one who has ever seen him like this.
Novi gives me a side of him that he doesn’t share with other people, and I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I was right that sex with him isn’t enough.
His scent, his touch, the way his head dips so our foreheads brush.
I never would have imagined Novi had tenderness in him, but I can’t escape it.
Not with the way his fingertips stroke my shoulder blades or in how his lips brush my temple.
Every exhale feels like he’s waited a lifetime for this, and I listen intently as they get faster and shallower.
And just as I think he’s about to spill over, I rasp, “Look at me.”
He opens his deep whiskey-colored eyes, and then he stills. His lips part, and he shudders a few times, but before he can come down completely, I reach between us again to get myself across the finish line too.
He swats my hand away and wraps his fingers around me, taking over, and the second he does, I have to throw my head back and groan.
That feels so good. So fucking good.
His hand speeds up, and I’m moving toward release like a speed train.
Then, when he leans forward and sucks hard on my neck, I can no longer hold back.
Ropes of cum land between us, and that blinding white heat passes through my body as I ride the wave.
Whether or not this will turn out to be a mistake in the future, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that when I open my eyes again and meet Novi’s gaze, he’s smiling in a way I’ve never seen him smile before.
It’s official. I’m claiming it.
That smile belongs to me.