Alle Kapitel von Puck Me Hard: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Dorian’s P.O.VWe've been at it for hours and the sheets were a mess, sticky and damp with sweat and cum, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Noah was sprawled halfway over me, his golden hair tangled and damp. His lips were red and swollen from hours of kissing and biting while he traced lazy circles over my chest with his fingers. Specifically my nipples like he couldn’t decide if he wanted lazy cuddling or drive me out of my mind.My cock was useless, drained after what felt like hours of fucking, but Noah didn’t seem to care. His hand slid lower sometimes, brushing over it, and even though I didn’t have anything left, it still twitched. Fucking cracy how i never seemed to get enough of this guy. The thought made a lump form in my throat and I immediately forced away the voice reminding me of my plans before I ruined the moment.“Jesus,” I finally muttered and caught his wrist when they gripped my balls, groaning as his lips curved into that sly, boyish grin that drove me nuts. “

Dorian's P.O.VBy the time Coach was done running us into the ground with workouts that had to be from the devil's handbook, my legs felt like they'd been swapped for concrete slabs. Every muscle in my body ached in a way that made me rethink all my life choices. I could already feel tomorrow's soreness settling into my bones, and the thought of hauling my ass to my part-time job after this made me want to slam my hand into a wall. Finals were creeping closer, and there wasn't enough time in the goddamn day to study, work, and still scrape together the cash I needed. I was so broke that I was using my old button cell phone which I'd abandoned when I bought my first Android phone and it was hanging together by tape and prayers. and there were days I had to pick between buying lunch or saving for a replacement. In the same shitshow of my life was Noah Carter too.I was dodging him so hard it was starting to feel like a sport of its own. Every time he looked at me from across the room w

DORIANThe next day, after practice...I was dead on my feet.My jersey stuck to my back, sweat dripping off my hairline, and my thighs felt like they’d been beaten with a baseball bat. Worse of all, I hadn't slept more than a couple hours the night before replaying Noah's miss, his hands on my cock, every single thing like some obsessive freak who couldn't get his head done straight. Couple with the gruesome practice today, I was beyond tired. All I wanted was to take a shower, shove some trash food into my mouth, and maybe—maybe—make it through half my philosophy syllabus before my brain melted.Spoiler: it was gonna melt either way. But Coach had given us a three-day window to keep our grades clean because of the end of semester exams before hell week (games), and I couldn't afford to bomb this or I'd be screwed.I swung open the locker room door and got hit with the usual wave of noise. Guys shouting over each other, the sharp clang of metal as someone slammed a locker shut, the w

NOAH'S P.O.V I knew when Dorian said “come up and study with me”, there was a good chance I wasn’t gonna get much actual studying done. It was him, after all. There was always this edge with him, like even the most innocent suggestion might end up with his tongue in my mouth—or somewhere lower. But I agreed. Like I always did these days. Because I’m a glutton for punishment, apparently. We climbed the stairs to his dorm, and I ran a hand through my damp hair, still thinking about the confrontation with Matt that had almost led me into breaking things off with Dorian. Well, thank fuck Dorian had handled the situation because the thought of going back to the lie I lived, without Dorian, made my throat so tight it got a little difficult to breath. It should be scary how fast Dorian had come to mean something to me but honestly it was a high I couldn't get rid of. Being around Dorian made me feel like I was free falling through the sky, without the assurance there'd be a safe net for m

NOAHThe train ride felt like it stretched forever.By the time we rolled into Wisconsin, my ass was numb and my legs were stuff from sitting in the same position for hours. But I was happy because I wouldn't have to spend the entire time pretending not to took at Dorian from across the seats while he kept giving me this dry smirks every time he caught me failing and staring at him.Anyway as we alighted from the train, the team was loud around me, energy buzzing because this was it—the start of the NCAA Regionals. Eight games between us and the Frozen Four. Eight games between me and the shot I’d been pretending to give a shit about for most of my life.I tugged my duffel higher on my shoulder as we dragged into the hotel lobby, a bunch of half-hyped, half-exhausted guys crowding the polished floors. Coach O'Rourke clapped his hands once we all got to the lobby, cutting through the noise and chatter. He was wearing a matching sweater and jumpsuit that somehow tickled my humor.Anyway