down and a sly smile crosses my lips. Even behind the confines of his boxer briefs, I can tell he is extremely well endowed - even more than in my fantasies.
Puck places his hands on my waist and gently pulls me off the counter. He unbuttons my pants now, nudging them off my hips so they fall down to the floor. He pulls his face back from mine and moves his eyes down the length of my body.
“Dam, you are so fucking beautiful, baby,” Puck says approvingly.
He sets his hands on my shoulders and slowly moves them down, following the curve of my body. When he gets to my hips, he slides his fingers over the lace of my thong and down into my crease. I know he can feel how wet I am even over the material.
I clutch my hand around his shaft, feeling every inch of him through his soft boxer briefs. Puck clutches my ass with both hands, pulling me into him. His groin is pressing into me, but it’s not enough. I want him inside me.
This is the moment I dreamed about as a teenager, when I thought I was in love with Puck. As that thought comes to my mind, I’m suddenly reminded of why we never kissed before, why we never touched each other, and why I’m here now. The heat coursing through my body starts to cool. Fuck. I wish my brain would get out of my heart’s way.
I slowly pull myself away and place my hands back on his shoulders, kissing Puck on the lips, “We can’t,” I whisper, not wanting to hear my own words.
Puck looks at me, longingly, not understanding but knowing what is coming. I notice the tight bulge barely contained in his boxers again and quickly question myself as to what I really want. I’m just not sure.
“Dani,” Puck says without a hint of pleading or pressure, “I have wanted you for so long. When are you going to believe me?” he asks, his tone more serious, “I know you feel the same. I know you feel what I feel right now.”
“I do feel it,” I answer quietly, accidentally glancing back down to where his boxers are all but bursting at the seems, “I just don’t know. There’s so much to think about. Our past,” I trail off.
“That’s exactly it - the past. It’s behind us. We are here. Now. And this,” he moves his hand back and forth from me to him, “this is real. You can’t deny it.”
“I’m not, but you weren’t the one who was hurt - it was me,” I say, void of almost all the passion from our encounter already, “you had a laugh and moved on. I was the one who was teased and talked about for years after. Years!” I say louder. This is the first time I’ve brought it up since high school.
Puck stands up straight again. He looks helpless for the first time. His guard is down and I can see he is hurt.
“Fuck, Dani,” he says, running his hand back through his hair, “I hated myself for that - for a long time. I’ve wanted to apologize and make it up to you, but you never let me.” He leans against the counter next to me, “of course that’s no excuse. I should have made things right from day one.”
Hearing Puck admit he was wrong is nothing new, but the look of defeat on his face, the pain I am seeing for the first time, is melting my heart.
“Yes, you should have.”
“You know how it was back then. I was ‘the shit’. Everyone loved me and I played into that - how could I not?” he admits frankly, “I was so popular, half the girls in school wanted to be with me. Then our parents fall in love and you and are put under the same roof.” Puck rests his elbows down on the counter top and relaxes his posture, like a huge weight is being lifted from his shoulders as he continues to speak, “this hot little teenager with a crush on me is sleeping in the next room.”
I can’t help but grin when he refers to me as ‘hot’. Puck never said anything nice about me back then.
“I was such a ‘tough guy’ when I was younger, but on the inside, I was weak. I loved the attention - I got off on it,” he stops speaking and sniggers almost to himself,
Puck places his hands on my waist and gently pulls me off the counter. He unbuttons my pants now, nudging them off my hips so they fall down to the floor. He pulls his face back from mine and moves his eyes down the length of my body.
“Dam, you are so fucking beautiful, baby,” Puck says approvingly.
He sets his hands on my shoulders and slowly moves them down, following the curve of my body. When he gets to my hips, he slides his fingers over the lace of my thong and down into my crease. I know he can feel how wet I am even over the material.
I clutch my hand around his shaft, feeling every inch of him through his soft boxer briefs. Puck clutches my ass with both hands, pulling me into him. His groin is pressing into me, but it’s not enough. I want him inside me.
This is the moment I dreamed about as a teenager, when I thought I was in love with Puck. As that thought comes to my mind, I’m suddenly reminded of why we never kissed before, why we never touched each other, and why I’m here now. The heat coursing through my body starts to cool. Fuck. I wish my brain would get out of my heart’s way.
I slowly pull myself away and place my hands back on his shoulders, kissing Puck on the lips, “We can’t,” I whisper, not wanting to hear my own words.
Puck looks at me, longingly, not understanding but knowing what is coming. I notice the tight bulge barely contained in his boxers again and quickly question myself as to what I really want. I’m just not sure.
“Dani,” Puck says without a hint of pleading or pressure, “I have wanted you for so long. When are you going to believe me?” he asks, his tone more serious, “I know you feel the same. I know you feel what I feel right now.”
“I do feel it,” I answer quietly, accidentally glancing back down to where his boxers are all but bursting at the seems, “I just don’t know. There’s so much to think about. Our past,” I trail off.
“That’s exactly it - the past. It’s behind us. We are here. Now. And this,” he moves his hand back and forth from me to him, “this is real. You can’t deny it.”
“I’m not, but you weren’t the one who was hurt - it was me,” I say, void of almost all the passion from our encounter already, “you had a laugh and moved on. I was the one who was teased and talked about for years after. Years!” I say louder. This is the first time I’ve brought it up since high school.
Puck stands up straight again. He looks helpless for the first time. His guard is down and I can see he is hurt.
“Fuck, Dani,” he says, running his hand back through his hair, “I hated myself for that - for a long time. I’ve wanted to apologize and make it up to you, but you never let me.” He leans against the counter next to me, “of course that’s no excuse. I should have made things right from day one.”
Hearing Puck admit he was wrong is nothing new, but the look of defeat on his face, the pain I am seeing for the first time, is melting my heart.
“Yes, you should have.”
“You know how it was back then. I was ‘the shit’. Everyone loved me and I played into that - how could I not?” he admits frankly, “I was so popular, half the girls in school wanted to be with me. Then our parents fall in love and you and are put under the same roof.” Puck rests his elbows down on the counter top and relaxes his posture, like a huge weight is being lifted from his shoulders as he continues to speak, “this hot little teenager with a crush on me is sleeping in the next room.”
I can’t help but grin when he refers to me as ‘hot’. Puck never said anything nice about me back then.
“I was such a ‘tough guy’ when I was younger, but on the inside, I was weak. I loved the attention - I got off on it,” he stops speaking and sniggers almost to himself,
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