He opened his jaw as wide as he could, gazing up at me with a calculated doe-eyed look that almost put me over the edge.He unzipped the fly of his jeans and slipped his hand inside them, grabbing his cock and pulling on it while I used him.He breathed rapidly through his nose and stroked himself, while my rhythm automatically ramped up and I pumped hard into his warm throat.
Puck’s eyelids fluttered closed as his face flushed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.He released his hold on my dick and grabbed onto my thigh with one hand as if he needed to keep steady while I used him.He grunted and choked, his other hand working faster where it disappeared into his jeans.
Finally, he stiffened and made the most vulnerable sound as his hand slowed, then jerked hard twice and he was coming, his face a paroxysm of pleasure and relief.
When I realized he’d just come in his pants, I cursed and stilled, the orgasm barreling through me like a herd of wild stallions trying to reach a mare.His eyes opened and bugged as my jizz pushed out between his lips, too much for him to deal with.He sputtered and groaned with frustration, trying to swallow and pulling off to lick me all over while I rode the aftershocks and gaped down at him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The world stilled around us.Birds chirped and cicadas hummed as we collected ourselves.
Puck leaned forward and rested his head on my thigh where his hand still clutched me.
“Holy.Fuck.”
He coughed and wiped his other hand across his mouth.It might have been my imagination, but I think his fingers trembled.
“You okay?”I said, attempting to help him to his feet when my thighs were still quaking.
“Sure.My undies are messed though.”He laughed, as he stood and swayed.
“Careful,” I said, clutching his T-shirt and pulling him in.
He crashed against me and we canted into the tree trunk.I kept us upright somehow and laughed, grabbing his narrow hips and bending to peer at him.He was frowning down at himself, wiping ineffectually at the mess he’d made.
“Puck,” I said gently.
He glanced at me from beneath his lashes, so shy and calm and different from the kid I’d seen in the paddock with Kamal.He was…vulnerable and open and my heart just about died.
“Was that too rough?”I asked, pressing my forehead against his.
He smiled, then frowned, then smiled again.“No.I liked it.I came in my fucking pants, didn’t I?”
I circled a hand under his chin and tipped his face to mine.“Yeah, you did.So damn hot.”I traced his chin with my finger.“Are you a dirty little boy?”
His breath caught, and I saw a flash of renewed desire.“Fuck,” he breathed.“You have no idea.”
I pulled myself together, fixing my shorts and tucking myself away.Puck fastened his jeans over his soiled briefs.Then we rested against the tree, sharing soft, quiet kisses in the peaceful forest, satisfying a mutual need to touch and be near each other.
I fingered the steel over his lower lip.“I love this, by the way.It feels so good when you kiss me.”
“I got that in high school.Wanted to look cool.”He shrugged.
“What about the eyebrow one?”
“Couple of years ago.A friend dared me.”
“I like it too,” I admitted.
“You got any?”
“You would have seen them by now, I think.Nope.”
He regarded me seriously.
“I haven’t even started to see you, Oliver Lambert.”His eyes raked over me like he wanted to remember the way I looked right this moment.“We’d better get back.”
“Hold on.Speaking of names.Is Puck your real name or an alias you’re using?”
