Puck Me Hard
My knees nearly buckled.
We stared at each other for a long time, the air crackling, thick with everything we’d left unsaid. And then Dorian leaned forward with a predatory hunger in his eyes–slowly like he was giving me time to run and when I remained frozen to the spot, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my dick through the denim. Holy fuck. A groan ripped out from the darkest corners of my chest as I slapped my hands against the wall for support because my knees had turned into fucking jelly. Dorian didn’t stop there. He continued mouthing at my crotch until his lips found my dick head and he sucked on it hard, through the jeans, and the wet heat turned my brain to goop static.