Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys 1)

“Sure, because two teammates who now only kinda hate each other getting a Vegas hotel room to fuck each other’s brains out isn’t weird at all.”

“Well, when you put it like—” My words cut off on a sharp breath as Ezra grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks.

“Nothing weird about this,” he says before leaning in and licking along my crease. “I can honestly say that a few months ago, I had never contemplated seeing Anton Hayes’s butthole.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I grit out, face flushed. “Would you get on with it?”

He hums, lips trailing down over my taint. The soft scratch of his beard sends warmth flooding through me. “I know this is hard for you, but I’m going to be calling the shots. And since we have the whole night, I’m not in a rush.”

“Maybe you’re not, but my cock is.”

He reaches around and gives me a long, loose stroke that makes my arms shake. “Tonight, you’ll find out what all the fuss is about.”

I almost slip up and say I already know, but I refuse to give him that satisfaction. Letting him fuck me is already taking things a step further with Ezra than I thought I’d go, but when it comes to sex, I’m quickly learning that as much as I like to pretend to be in control, I’m not. All Ezra has to do is bat those baby blues at me and I’m hauling him into a dark corner somewhere. The man sure knows how to use his looks to his advantage—

Nrgh.

And his tongue apparently.

He laps at my balls as he fumbles with one of the packets of lube I brought. One of, because the optimist in me brought plenty.

And if seeing poor Tripp pining over Dex tonight was any motivation, I’m going to take what I want, when I want it, for as long as Ezra’s willing to give it to me.

Slick fingers rub over my hole, and I let my eyes fall closed. I focus on breathing, on Ezra’s mouth, on the anticipation of the first moment I’m breached just right. His touch is starting to wake up nerves that haven’t seen action in a while.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, just—”

“I know.” His soft laugh brushes my skin. “Relax and try to trust me.”

Easier said than done, but as soon as Ezra feels the tension leave my body, he starts to work a finger inside.

“Mm, there we go.” He nips my ass cheek before moving his mouth to join his fingers. “Once we’ve done this a few times, loosened you up, I’ll be able to work you open with my mouth. I hate the taste of lube.”

I tingle from my balls to my lips. “Sure, you’re literally eating ass, but the lube is what you have issue with.”

Ezra straightens, finger working deeper inside me as he blankets my back with his body. “I hate lube because I prefer to taste the man I’m with. It makes me so fucking hard.”

I shudder as he presses his leaking cock against my ass cheek. “Next time, then.”

“Next time.” He presses a grin into my neck before kissing his way down to my shoulder. It’s what I need. This closeness. His lips on me as he works a second finger inside. The intrusion is familiar and welcome, and the more I start to relax, the more the discomfort lessens, until Ezra is stretching me open with ease.

Then his mouth is gone.

I want to whine at the loss of contact, but I bite it off as his fingers brush my prostate. “I’m ready.”

“Thank fuck.” Ezra’s fingers disappear, and his slick cock rubs against my hole.

I stiffen. “Condom.”

“Relax, Hayes. I know your rules.”

“Anton.”

“What?”

I swallow hard. “You can at least use my first name if you’re going to fuck me.”

“I use your first name all the time.”

“No, you use my first name when you’re teasing me, otherwise it’s always with my last name. Even tonight, when you introduced me to your friends. It was Anton Hayes. Not Anton.”

I know Ezra’s trying to smother it, but I hear his chuckle anyway.

“Fuck off.” I go to shift away, but Ezra quickly grabs my hips and covers me again. Like that, I suddenly find it difficult to move a muscle.

“Want me to say your name?” His lips brush my ear, and his voice has lowered to a needy, sexy tone. “Mm, Anton. I can’t wait to push inside your tight hole, Anton. I’m going to fuck you so good, Anton.”

And even though it makes my dick throb, I can’t but help sigh. “What a surprise that your mouth is ruining things again.”

“You weren’t complaining about it a minute ago.”

“Come on.” I shove my ass back into him. “Get on with it.”

“Whatever you say … Anton.”

“I’m regretting this already.”

Ezra presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “Careful. It almost sounds like you want a connection. With me.”