Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys Book 1)

I’M NOT USED to this. Needing reassurance. At times I think it’s easier if I pretend Ezra is someone else, but then I look at him, and the confidence that flows through him so naturally encompasses me as well.

If he can find this easy, I’ll fake like it’s easy for me too.

All I know is tonight, I need to be held, and the only way I can think to ask for that is by getting Ezra to top me.

The orgasms are becoming normal for us; any form of emotion is not. The exclusivity, plus sex, plus making this into more than it is would be too close to a relationship for me, and that isn’t something I’m interested in. I don’t think it’s something Ezra would ever be interested in, if past history is anything to go by.

“Cutting the shit?” he says, and it takes me a second to remember I asked him a question. “Even if we stop all this, even if I go back to wanting to crush you into the boards, I’ll still have your back. Some things are bigger than holding a grudge.”

“Like orgasms?” I play off my vulnerability, because that’s not something I’m comfortable with.

“They are what got us into this mess.” He steps up behind me and presses a kiss to my shoulder that I accidentally lean into. “Now, you’re obscuring my view.”

I laugh and plant my hands back on the bed. “Way to make this weird, Ez.”

“Sure, because two teammates who now only kinda hate each other getting a Vegas hotel room to fuck each other’s brains out isn’t weird at all.”

“Well, when you put it like—” My words cut off on a sharp breath as Ezra grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks.

“Nothing weird about this,” he says before leaning in and licking along my crease. “I can honestly say that a few months ago, I had never contemplated seeing Anton Hayes’s butthole.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I grit out, face flushed. “Would you get on with it?”

He hums, lips trailing down over my taint. The soft scratch of his beard sends warmth flooding through me. “I know this is hard for you, but I’m going to be calling the shots. And since we have the whole night, I’m not in a rush.”

“Maybe you’re not, but my cock is.”

He reaches around and gives me a long, loose stroke that makes my arms shake. “Tonight, you’ll find out what all the fuss is about.”

I almost slip up and say I already know, but I refuse to give him that satisfaction. Letting him fuck me is already taking things a step further with Ezra than I thought I’d go, but when it comes to sex, I’m quickly learning that as much as I like to pretend to be in control, I’m not. All Ezra has to do is bat those baby blues at me and I’m hauling him into a dark corner somewhere. The man sure knows how to use his looks to his advantage—

Nrgh.

And his tongue apparently.

He laps at my balls as he fumbles with one of the packets of lube I brought. One of, because the optimist in me brought plenty.

And if seeing poor Tripp pining over Dex tonight was any motivation, I’m going to take what I want, when I want it, for as long as Ezra’s willing to give it to me.

Slick fingers rub over my hole, and I let my eyes fall closed. I focus on breathing, on Ezra’s mouth, on the anticipation of the first moment I’m breached just right. His touch is starting to wake up nerves that haven’t seen action in a while.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, just—”

“I know.” His soft laugh brushes my skin. “Relax and try to trust me.”

Easier said than done, but as soon as Ezra feels the tension leave my body, he starts to work a finger inside.

“Mm, there we go.” He nips my ass cheek before moving his mouth to join his fingers. “Once we’ve done this a few times, loosened you up, I’ll be able to work you open with my mouth. I hate the taste of lube.”

I tingle from my balls to my lips. “Sure, you’re literally eating ass, but the lube is what you have issue with.”

Ezra straightens, finger working deeper inside me as he blankets my back with his body. “I hate lube because I prefer to taste the man I’m with. It makes me so fucking hard.”

I shudder as he presses his leaking cock against my ass cheek. “Next time, then.”

“Next time.” He presses a grin into my neck before kissing his way down to my shoulder. It’s what I need. This closeness. His lips on me as he works a second finger inside. The intrusion is familiar and welcome, and the more I start to relax, the more the discomfort lessens, until Ezra is stretching me open with ease.

Then his mouth is gone.

I want to whine at the loss of contact, but I bite it off as his fingers brush my prostate. “I’m ready.”

“Thank fuck.” Ezra’s fingers disappear, and his slick cock rubs against my hole.

I stiffen. “Condom.”

“Relax, Hayes. I know your rules.”

“Anton.”

“What?”

I swallow hard. “You can at least use my first name if you’re going to fuck me.”

“I use your first name all the time.”

“No, you use my first name when you’re teasing me, otherwise it’s always with my last name. Even tonight, when you introduced me to your friends. It was Anton Hayes. Not Anton.”

I know Ezra’s trying to smother it, but I hear his chuckle anyway.

“Fuck off.” I go to shift away, but Ezra quickly grabs my hips and covers me again. Like that, I suddenly find it difficult to move a muscle.

“Want me to say your name?” His lips brush my ear, and his voice has lowered to a needy, sexy tone. “Mm, Anton. I can’t wait to push inside your tight hole, Anton. I’m going to fuck you so good, Anton.”

And even though it makes my dick throb, I can’t but help sigh. “What a surprise that your mouth is ruining things again.”

“You weren’t complaining about it a minute ago.”

“Come on.” I shove my ass back into him. “Get on with it.”

“Whatever you say … Anton.”

“I’m regretting this already.”

Ezra presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “Careful. It almost sounds like you want a connection. With me.”

Of course he’d pick up on it and say something. I shift beneath him, and his fingers stroke gently over my skin. His nose runs along my hairline, soft moan barely audible, and after only a minute of his attention, I need more.

“I’m ready, Ez.”

He straightens again, and I watch over my shoulder as he rolls on a condom. The sight of his long cock, swollen and dark purple, has me licking my lips.

He presses the blunt head to my opening, and a soft sound rumbles in his chest. Then he starts to push forward.

My fingers curl into the bedspread as I ease back, his cock splitting me open as he slides inside. It’s been so long, and I’ve missed this. I don’t like to bottom often, but when I do, with someone I trust, it feels out of this world incredible.

And as much as it unnerves me to recognize, I do trust Ezra. And not only when it comes to sex.

He bottoms out, and we both take a minute to breathe while I adjust and he probably tries not to come straight away. It’s always the problem I have the first few moments after entering him. Everything is so hypersensitive.

Speaking of hypersensitive, my dick doesn’t like this delay. “You can move.”

“Damn, you really struggle to let go, don’t you? What part of I’m in control did you not understand?”

“Then get on with—”

He pulls out and slams back inside, making my teeth knock.

Pleasure ripples through me. “Yesss, just like that.”

“Don’t worry, my magical dick’s got you. Let’s do it for the team.”

I want to point out that his dick has nothing to do with whether we win or lose and his whole theory is idiotic at best, but then he starts to move, and the thought of arguing goes out the window. Each of his movements is slow and steady, and when I try to push back and speed things up, he takes my hips and holds me in place.

“Give it up, Anton.”

“I will when you give me what I want.”

“Shocking to hear, I’m sure, but not everything is about what you want.”

Ouch, okay, that’s true, but tell it to my poor dick. “I need you to fuck me.”

“I am.”

I press back onto him. “Harder.”

“Anton.”

“Ezra. Fuck. Come on.”

His hands slide up my sides. “Let go.”

“Ezra.”

“I said let go.”

“Fuck …”

He waits, but I don’t finish that sentence. Instead, I try to do what he says, I try to let go.

Ezra goes back to his measured thrusts. Slow stroke in, then out. It’s driving me crazy. It’s not enough. The pace and his distance from me isn’t helping calm that neediness filling my chest.

“Damn, you’ve got some booty,” he says, pressing in deep and holding himself there. “You should see it like this.” He pulls back and slams inside. “The jiggle is addictive.”

And even when Ezra starts to pick up the pace, it’s still not enough to fill that spot inside me. The neediness. The longing for a connection deeper than cheap sex. Just this once.

It’s different from what this is supposed to be. New and foreign, and I don’t hate it, but it scares me.

“Ez …” Hold me, touch me … kiss me. Fuck. I don’t know how to ask for it. How to make him give me what I want.

I pull off him and flip over.

His hand immediately moves to cup my balls. “What are you—”

“Please.”

One needy, uncertain word and we catch eyes. He holds my stare for a second, then two.

Ezra’s mouth hitches with a smile. “Careful, almost sounds like you’re the one doing the begging.”

“If it gets me what I want, I’m not above it.”

“And what do you want?”

“You.”

His lips part, a range of emotions crossing his face. “You’ve got me.”

Ezra grabs my thighs and pushes them up before kneeling between my legs. He holds one thigh and plants the other hand on the bed before pushing back inside me. He looks down, watching as he slowly pulls out and eases back inside again, giving me that delicious friction but still not the connection I’m craving.

“Come here,” I say.

“Being bossy again?”

“Can you please come here?”

“Better.”

Ezra leans forward, trapping my cock between our abs and bringing us face-to-face. There’s an amused glint in his eyes I don’t like. “Now what do you want?”

I lick my lips as I look at his.

“There’s no way Anton Hayes wants to kiss me. We don’t do that.”

“And now you’ve made it weird again.”

He hums as his lips brush my jaw, then licks under my chin. “You want my tongue in your mouth. Nothing weird about it.”

“Ezra …”

“I am a fantastic kisser, you know. I totally get why you’d want to.”

“Ezra …”

“You might get addicted, and it’ll be kinda hard to skate in practice with our faces permanently meshed together though.”

“Now there’s a visual.”

His lips brush the corner of mine. I’m breathless, waiting. Needing. Not able to ask for it. It’s Ezra Palaszczuk, and he’s right. We don’t do this. I’m not even sure when that became a thing because I’ve never had issues kissing my hookups before. He’s in my space, sharing my breath, splitting my body open, and it’s this one small thing I can’t seem to do?

He cups my face. “Kiss me, Anton.”

Fuck it.

I twist my fingers in his caramel-colored hair and bring our mouths together. That neediness settles.

With his mouth on me, I can finally give up control.

A long moan builds between us, and I’m not even sure which of us made the sound, but Ezra finally starts to give me what I need. His thrusts pick up speed, hitting my prostate just right as he kisses me until I can barely breathe.

It’s overpowering, indescribable to be owned like this. To finally let go and have him take over. My cock is trapped between us, teased with the friction between our bodies, the slickness as we start to build up a sweat, moving against each other, meeting each other halfway.

He doesn’t slow down or let up as he literally fucks me into the mattress, and Ezra’s stamina is blowing my mind. I’ve never hooked up with another athlete before, and I’m suddenly realizing what I was missing out on. Everything before with Ezra has been hot and fast and over when I want it to be over, but when I go to reach for my cock, Ezra pins my hands to the mattress.

“Not yet,” he breathes against my lips.

I could sob. I’m so close, and he’s hitting everything that drives me crazy, but I need that tiny bit more to tip me over the edge.

Ezra breaks our kiss and pulls back, looming over me as he starts to lose rhythm. He grunts with each thrust, eyes falling closed, and a moment later, his whole body goes tense as he comes.

I squirm, desperate, hands still pinned in his tightening hold.

I’m about to complain when Ezra pulls out suddenly and dives on my cock. His fingers slide inside my ass, and he pegs my prostate over and over as he swallows me deep into his throat. I grip his head, thighs trembling, fingers curling so tight I’m sure I’m about to rip out hair, but I’m so overwhelmed by the suction I forget to care.

And then I’m coming. It hits me so hard I swear stars burst in my vision, and I lose all track of who and where I am. I forget everything except this intense pleasure racing through me.

Ezra collapses against my chest. He’s hot and sweaty, just like me, and I lean my face down to breathe in the smell of his skin and sex. It’s intoxicating.

“Give me a second,” he murmurs sleepily. “Then I’ll be ready for round two.”

It’s ridiculous to think I’ll ever be able to get it up after that. “I think I need more than a second.”

He mumbles something that I miss, and then a long, deep inhale fills the air between us. He’s passed out. Trying not to disturb him, I roll off the condom, toss it in the general direction of the trash can, then wipe us off with the sheets and pull the blankets over us.

His face is buried in my neck, so it feels natural to wrap my arms around him. To hold him to me. I blame the neediness that he’s managed to silence for now.

Then I yawn widely and close my eyes.

I fall asleep next to him for the first time ever.