Page 19 of Puck Shy

She teases my bottom lip with hers and then pulls back. “Ask me nicely.”

My heart rate picks up, and I snatch her lower lip between my teeth and suck. “Please may I fuck your pretty cunt, Cherry?”

She expresses another moan as I squeeze her wrists, moving my hips in teasing movements against hers.

“Ask me again,” she says.

I drop one hand down and take her chin between my fingers. “Please, Stevie. Please let me fuck you so hard even these walls won’t be able to stop talking about what they witnessed.”

A tiny laugh escapes her as the arm I freed comes to grasp the wrist of my hand holding her chin.

“I like it when you beg.” She stares down at where our bodies touch then meets my eyes devilishly. “Do your worst, MVP.”

With her full permission now, I pin her other hand back up above her head and plant my lips to her mouth. She opens for me, and I dive into her warmth. She tastes like bitter liquor and orange zest and groans into my mouth as I use my foot to spread her legs wide.

“You’d better be quiet, or we’ll get in trouble,” I warn, pulling away to nip at her lips before going back in for another kiss. Her mouth parts for me willingly, and I stroke my tongue against hers. She battles me, not allowing me to take control even though I have her where I want her.

When her wrists pull against my grip, I free them. Stevie wastes no time sliding her fingers into my dark hair. She grabs the strands and pulls, her mouth opening wider, sucking me in as if I’m her air. With my hands free, I grip the plush skin of her waist before I manage to find the band of her pants.

She moans as I snake my hand down the front of them, the elastic digging into my forearm as I cup her bare cunt.

“Jesus, Cherry. No underwear?” I gasp, pulling away from her mouth.

Her lipstick is slightly smeared, meaning I’m now wearing it. But I couldn’t care less.

“These pants show panty lines,” she says with a shrug.

I chuckle at her answer and push two fingers into her wet heat. I can’t help the sound that escapes my lips as I feel how soaked she is for me. I find her swollen clit and gently tease her in slow circles.

Her head bumps back against the door again, and she bites her lip to keep her sounds of pleasure in. I put my mouth to her ear and suck the lobe gently. “What made you so wet for me, Stevie?” I ask, adding more pressure to her clit.

She bites back another cry but doesn’t answer.

“Is it that anyone could be listening right now?” I move my lips to suck on her neck. “Or is it me, Stevie?” I run my teeth along her pulse and thrust my erection against my hand on her pussy. “Or are you remembering what it was like to have my cock fucking you while everyone watched? While Angel came on your tongue?”

“Oh my God, Lucas,” she whines. “You’re going to make me come already.”

“That’s the plan, baby. I need you nice and wet for me before I take that tight cunt again.”

She practically purrs from my words then uses my hair to pull my lips to hers once more as I rub her clit with firmer strokes. Her breasts compress against my chest as she grips me, pulling me closer, tighter. My cock twitches when I feel her breath hitch and her nails dig into my scalp. As her orgasm overtakes her, a shiver runs up my spine. She buries her head in my shoulder and bites down to muffle her cry as her body shakes, and I watch her fall apart on my hand.

“Fuck, Stevie. You’re beautiful when you come apart for me. Fucking beautiful.”

She lifts her head, a light sheen of sweat on her hairline and her eyes glassy with pleasure. I kiss her nose and remove my hand from her pants, not giving her any time to think about what we’re about to do next in this public bathroom.

“Hands on the sink, and eyes on the mirror, Cherry. I want you to watch me ruin you.”

Chapter nine

Stevie

Lucas spins me so I’m facing forward. I place my hands on the sink like he asked and meet his eyes in the mirror as he takes his place behind me, smirking like the pretty devil he is.

Honestly, I don’t know how I ended up here. One minute, I’m about to ask Leo about hockey, then I’m panicking, and now, I’m about to be fucked by my fantasy man for the second time in twenty-four hours. In a bathroom. With people outside. With my sister and her partners outside.

I’m sexually adventurous, but this takes the cake. At a sex club, kink is expected, but here? We could be arrested. The normal-person thing would’ve been to go somewhere and talk, but I can’t deny this is a lot more fun.

Cool air hits my butt and thighs as Lucas pushes my pants down around my ankles and helps me step out of them.

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