Page 69 of Puck Fest
“I need to taste you,” I mutter against his mouth.
“So you want me to stop touching you?” he rasps as he teases my slit with his thumb, precum dripping from the tip.
“Fuck no. But we have all night. So take me to your bedroom. Now.”
He grins and pulls me off the couch. We strip off the rest of our clothes and he pulls me into the bedroom, his hand on my dick the whole way there. I drop to my knees, stroking the top of his taut thighs. I bring my lips to his cock and take him into my mouth.
I swallow him whole, letting him hit the back of my throat. He fists my hair, thrusting his hips against my mouth, jerking hard when the first drops of precum hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, I want you inside of me,” he gasps, his fingers tangled in my hair, his body shaking from the aftershocks.
I stand up and push him onto the mattress. He leans over and opens the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed then tosses a condom and a bottle of lube onto the mattress.
He stares up at me, his eyes glowing with lust and need. “Get down here and kiss me.”
I roll on the condom and coat my fingers and cock with lube before leaning forward to capture his lips. Noah’s hands are in a complete frenzy as they work over my body. My muscles tense and tighten at his demanding touch. I slide against his smooth chest, our cocks rubbing together with a delicious friction.
I bring my fingers to his tight hole, skimming the outside before pushing one finger inside of him. His ass clenches around my finger, squeezing it tight, pulling it deeper. He thrusts against my hand. “More.”
I add another finger, stretching him. Fuck, yeah.
I pump my fingers in and out, adding a third one to get himready. He pulls away for a second, squirts more lube into his own hand and grabs both of our cocks, jerking them together.
“Fuck me, Danny.” His voice is choked with need.
I push his legs farther apart, hover over him where he lies on the bed, and thrust into his ass. His muscles clamp down around me, pulling me farther and farther inside of him. I grasp his leaking dick, sliding my hand up and down as I fuck his ass.
He lets out a sharp yell as his ass contracts, his muscles clenching tight, and I know I’ve hit his spot. “Yes, fuckingyes. Harder.”
My hips jerk, an eruption building deep in my aching balls. White flashes of light blast across my eyes despite the darkness around us. I squeeze my lids shut, fucking him with long, hard strokes until the orgasm shatters me. I spasm against Noah, my body shuddering from the tremors consuming me. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot across my chest as Noah’s dick twitches between us.
I collapse on the mattress next to him. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” he says. “That was even more amazing than the first time.”
We lie on his bed, tangled together, neither of us making any attempt to move. I know I never want to leave.
“This is harder than I thought it would be,” Noah says.
“What is?”
“This. Hiding. Pretending. Being with you but not being able to show it.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“You sure about that? Because Alex isn’t going anywhere until he gets a story. And the longer this goes on, the more chances there are for someone to notice.”
“Then we’ll be more careful.”
“Danny—”
“Look, I’m not walking away from this. From you.” I prop myself up on one elbow. “So we have to hide for a while. Sowhat? I’ve waited this long. I can wait longer if it means I get to keep you.”
He looks at me like I just said something that broke him a little.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Just...thank you.”
