Page 9 of Puck Shy

“Keep your eyes on Golden Boy while you do,” she says, pulling her hair harder so her eyes are now locked onto mine. Cherry bites her lip and gasps when she sees me rubbing my length.

“Oh my God,” she cries, her eyes almost closing, but Angel tugs on her hair harder.

“Sounds like she’s too good at eating your pussy, Gorgeous. You like her face in your cunt?”

“Yessss!” Cherry whines.

Angel grips her chin now along with her hair. “What did I say? Keep those eyes on Golden Boy.”

Cherry’s eyes widen, and she does her best to hold my stare. I grip my cock harder as her body trembles with pleasure. When I give her a crooked half smile, she explodes. She fights to keep her eyes open as she shatters, and I’m surprised I don’t spend all over the floor just watching her take her pleasure in front of all these people. My only wish is that it was my cock she was milking instead of that vibrator. But I know what will make it better.

I take a step forward without waiting for Angel to ask. At this point, she’s already given me permission, and Cherry has, too. I’m done waiting. A few short strides, and I’m standing in front of my masked woman. Sweat drips down her forehead as she rides the aftershocks of her orgasm on the blonde woman’s face.

I bring my pointer finger to her painted lips and press it against the puffy skin. Angel moves her hand from Cherry’s chin and taps the side of her cheek, her other hand still holding her ponytail. Her mouth is almost level with my cock.

“Open wide,” she commands her.

Cherry’s green eyes are smiling as she opens her lips for me.

“Tongue out and flat,” Angel adds.

A soft sound escapes Cherry before she does what she asks. I bend my knees slightly, grateful she’s tall enough for this position to work, and hold my cock near her pink tongue. She looks beautiful on her knees for me in only a red mask and heels. Beautiful with Angel pulling her hair back like she’s some toy for me to use. Beautiful with the blonde woman still on her knees, lapping at Cherry’s folds like it’s the best dessert of her life. The fact that a crowd watches on only makes this hotter, more deviant.

A bead of pre-cum drops onto the tip of Cherry’s tongue, but she doesn’t move, waiting for me to take her like I want. With no reason to hold back any longer, I thrust my hips forward a bit and use the hand gripping my cock to feed it slowly into her waiting mouth. When I feel the wet heat of her tongue on my swollen head, the sound that leaves me is guttural. She’s perfect, and those green eyes staring at me through her mask are glimmering with need. The same need I feel for her.

“Tell me if I’m too rough, yes?” I say, my tone deep and assertive.

Cherry nods around my length, and I feel something I haven’t felt in a while come over me. Control. And fuck, it feels good. It feels fucking great.

For the first time in months, I’m not thinking about Leo and his partners or the paparazzi following my every move. I’m not thinking about a game I have to win or the auditions I have to do or how much longer my body can handle playing hockey. Instead, I’m thinking about this beautiful woman giving herself over to me freely. Putting her trust in me to not hurt her. The thought stuns me for a second. I’m in awe of her, and I don’t even know her.

“Golden Boy.” Angel’s voice breaks through my sudden and ill-timed epiphany. “Are you going to face fuck my friend, or do you need my help?” she asks, her voice a musical teasing. When the crowd’s laughter fades from her remark, I look into her eyes and put a smirk on my face. I let that wonderful feeling of control overtake my body, then I pull my shoulders back, my muscles flexing.

With my eyes on Angel, I feed more of my cock into Cherry’s mouth. She raises a dark eyebrow at me, then, in a move that shouldn’t surprise me, she uses her hand on Cherry’s ponytail to push her further down. Cherry gags as I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my knees buckling at the amazing feeling of being inside her.

“Jesus, Golden Boy. What’d they feed you to make your cock that big?” Angel asks, staring down at where Cherry’s mouth holds just over half my length.

“Spinach,” I say, the joke stupid.

The smile that overtakes Angel’s face is wily as she pulls Cherry’s head back then moves it down my cock again.

“God, you feel good, Cherry,” I moan.

Angel hums. “Cherry is a good name for her. She tastes like one, too.” Angel brings her finger up to my mouth and presses it against my lips, the very same finger I saw her run through Cherry’s pussy earlier.

I open my lips for her as she continues to work Cherry’s mouth on my cock. I suck the digit in and roll my tongue around it, grabbing Angel’s wrist so I can suck her finger clean.

Angel watches with interest. She’s good at staying calm and in the scene, though I see her breath pick up from my action and know she’s turned on, too.

“And?” Angel asks.

I pop her finger from my mouth and kiss the pad of it. “Tart and a little sweet,” I answer, letting go of her wrist. “Just like cherries.”

Angel smiles so I can see her perfect white teeth. “Maybe I’ll let you have a taste later. Would you like that?”

My breath catches in the back of my throat. “You know I would.”

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