Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys #2)(42)

Dex’s hand lands on my shoulder. “Hey, whoa, hold up a second.”

Damn it. My mouth is right in front of his hard dick tenting in his boxers, and now he stops me?

Where I expect him to say he’s changed his mind already, all he says is, “I thought it was my turn to do things to you.”

“If you let me suck your dick right now, you can do anything you want to me afterward.”

Dex’s big goofy grin appears, and like it always does, it hits me square in the chest. “In that case, go right ahead. If your hand can do magical things, I can’t wait to see what your mouth can do.”

Oh, buddy, you have no idea.

I run my hands up his hairy thighs and then around to his ass, giving his firm globes a hard squeeze before dipping my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugging them down.

His hard cock springs free, and I don’t even know the number of times I’ve thought about this moment. I never dreamed it would actually happen though.

As much as my brain tells me to take it slow, as soon as my mouth encloses over the head of his dick and salty precum hits my tongue, there’s no holding me back.

I suck him greedily, tasting all of him.

His knees buckle, and for a second, I think he might fall, but he reaches behind him for my bedside table to steady himself.

Even if he did fall, we’d keep going, because goddamn, he feels so good in my mouth. I try to bring my A-game, but I’m too distracted by how much I love this to really concentrate.

I need to make him come. I want to swallow all of him.

I’m hard just from blowing him, and when I look up into his hooded eyes as he stares at me working him over, I swear I almost come in my pants for the second time tonight.

He looks so blissed-out, biting his lip while he tries to stay silent. His breathing is rapid, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me the whole time.

I take him all the way to the back of my mouth, as far as I can manage until my eyes water and my gag reflex fights me. And when my hand cups his balls and gives a gentle tug, the first trickles of cum start to fill my throat.

He’s done a good job of staying silent until now. The cry Dex releases makes me want to slap him, but then his thighs tense and I’m hit with a wave of cum on my tongue, and his orgasm is more important than keeping quiet.

I keep sucking, keep bobbing my head, trying to get every last drop until he pulls out of my mouth.

“I …” He starts but then suddenly turns and lies across my king bed. “Holy fuck. That was … was …”

I wipe my mouth as I stand and give him a smug smile.

Dex leans up on his elbows. “Do you think gay guys give the best head because they have a dick and know what’s good?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He flops back again. “Fuck. Damn.”

I take off my shirt and then undo my pants that are still sticky from the club. Dex eyes me as I undress completely. Having him check me out properly is a foreign concept to me.

In locker rooms, sharing a hotel room on the road, he’s never once looked at me the way he is now.

“Just let me recover, and then prepare yourself for the most awkward handjob of your life.”

“Can’t wait.”

And even though we get under the covers and he falls asleep the minute I spoon him, I don’t care. What he just gave me was worth more than a handjob.





Seventeen





DEX





I wake to Tripp’s arms around me, both of us sweaty under the covers, and I kick them down to the foot of the bed. Tripp shifts, hard cock pressing against my ass and … wait …

The night before comes back to me in flashes of tacos and dancing and Tripp on his knees.

I fell a-fucking-sleep!

If it wasn’t official before now, I’ll take my dumbass crown, because who the hell falls asleep after the blowjob of their life? All I wanted to do was repay him because he deserved it after that.

He grunts and buries his face into my neck as his cock drags over my ass again.

Hmm. I guess now I have my chance.

I roll over carefully, making sure to keep Tripp’s arm firmly around my waist. He’s still asleep, but his eyelids are twitching like he’s on the verge of waking up, and like it always does, his face makes me smile.

It’s not his face I want this morning though.

I glance down between us, our twin erections side by side, and have a moment of holy shit at what I’m seeing. Hooking up with him last night was easy because it was Tripp. His dick wasn’t in the equation. But if I want this sex stuff to continue—and I really, really do—I’m not leaving it all up to him.

When it comes to my partner, I want to do nothing short of blow their mind.

People say chicks fake it all the time, and I’ve always called bullshit on that theory, but after last night … I’ve never been with someone who made it so obviously clear how much they wanted me. And the thing is, it’s not even about the sex.

There’s a connection between us that runs so deep I swear I need it for my survival. It’s always been there, always been intense, but last night that connection finally burst free, and being with Tripp wasn’t just right, it was necessary.

So with that thought in mind, I reach for his cock.