Puck (Broken Hill Boys 1)
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I let out a sigh. “I know.” Unfortunately, that’s the kind of shit that comes with the territory. When you’re seen as one of the popular guys at school, every move you make becomes something worth copying which means that over the next few weeks, we’re going to have the pleasure of watching dudes publicly put their hearts on the line and in most cases, get them shattered before the whole school.
I dip my head and nuzzle my face into her neck, loving how she tilts to allow me more access. “Do you want to go somewhere just you and me?”
Courtney turns into me and smiles wide before nodding and letting me help her up. Her hand remains right in mine and I can’t help but love the feel of her soft skin as I lead her out of the cafeteria.
I don’t know where I’ll take her, maybe back to my place or maybe I should jump straight in and head to a restaurant, but as we pass a supply closet, she shocks me to the core and pulls me in behind her.
Courtney’s hands fall to my chest and I instantly take her waist before our lips are crushing down on one another’s.
Nothing has ever felt so right.
She reaches for my shirt and I grin against her lips as I allow her to remove it. I didn’t realize she was quite so daring, but I’m not about to tell her no. I’ve been dying to get another taste of her and if that time has come then I’ll be sitting back and enjoying the ride.
My shirt is dropped to the ground as I tear hers over her head and feel her skin beneath my fingers. It’s so fucking smooth, it’s intoxicating. Her hands fall back to my body, exploring and claiming every fucking inch.
Courtney’s bra comes next and I can’t help but travel my eyes over her perfect body. When I had her last, it was the middle of the night and while I could enjoy her beautiful body, I couldn’t exactly see it like the way I can right now.
Desperation shoots through both of us and she unbuckles my belt as I grab her skirt and pull it high over her hips. She frees me from the confines of my jeans as I tear her thong down her long legs.
Courtney’s fingers wrap around my length, gripping tight and making me groan as I kiss her neck and take her waist. I pick her up onto a shelf and step into her as her legs wrap securely around my hips, drawing me in and begging me to touch her.
Who the hell am I to deny a beautiful woman what she needs?
As much as I’d like to take my time and worship her body, I don’t think either of us has the patience right now. Courtney’s nails dig into the muscles of my back as I guide myself to her entrance and find her more than ready to go.
I press into her, relieving the ache that we’ve both had growing since that night in her car. I seat myself deep inside her and her head falls to my shoulder as a low moan pulls from within. “Puck,” she breathes. “I need more.”
I grin against her skin as I start to move, giving her exactly what she needs as our bodies grow sweaty between one another’s. In. Out. Fast. Slow. Everything she needs, my woman gets.
Feeling her nearing the finish line, I press down on her clit and rub tight, little circles, loving the way her body responds to my touch. Courtney’s legs pull me in tighter as her nails dig deeper. “Fuck,” she pants. “I’m going to come.”
I press harder on her clit and she bites down on her lip to keep from screaming out as her orgasm rocks through her. She squeezes down on me and I come hard, and despite needing to still, I keep myself moving so she can ride it out.
My hand curls around her back and trails up to her neck, holding her close as we each work on catching our breath. I press my lips to her forehead and not a second later, she raises her head and beams up at me with a glow that knocks me the fuck away. “You know how beautiful you are right?” I murmur against her skin.
All she does is smile and it’s more than enough for me as I look down into her big eyes. “I don’t know what it is about you, Courtney, but you’ve got me making an ass of myself at every step. I fucking love you, babe.”
Courtney’s eyes widen in shock and she watches me for a brief, silent moment. “Really?” she whispers. “You do? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “How could I not be sure?”