Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys 2)

I lean in and drop my voice. “We also said no sex stuff. Making each other come was against the rules, and we’ve already broken that one tonight.”

Dex pulls me against him. “I guess if we’re going to do something wrong, we should make it worth it.”

His head dips, moving closer and closer until his breath tickles my skin. I want to kiss him again, but the thought of having sex while my parents sleep down the hall is too teenagery for me.

I step back. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Wait, wha?” His voice goes all high-pitched and weird.

I laugh and pull him into the bedroom. “I’m not having straight-guy-experimental-sex with my parents in the other room. Sorry, not happening.” And I should get some type of award for saying no to that.

“But … I just found out how good you are at sex stuff. You can’t take it away from me now!”

“Did you maybe not want to yell that so loud? It’s bad enough I have to lie to my parents. Don’t make it worse for me. Please.”

“Fine.” He takes off his shirt, revealing rippling abs and that lean muscle that makes him fast on the ice.

“And now you’re not playing fair.”

“Fair?” He undoes his pants. “You’re the one who’s making me go to bed like this.” His jeans drop to the floor, revealing a very large and hard bulge in the front of his boxer briefs.

My mouth waters. “Okay, fuck it. But you have to be silent.” I immediately drop to my knees.

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.