Page 20 of Puck Shy

“Spread your legs as wide as you can,” he says.

I do as he asks, letting him keep control. I don’t know why, but I feel like he needs it right now. He runs his palms down my backside, and I arch my butt so I’m on better display for him like I do when I’m in a scene. A groan leaves his mouth as I hear the jingle of his belt buckle and then feel the head of his cock slide up and down my wetness.

“Shit, Stevie. You’re so pretty like this. Open and waiting for me.”

I close my eyes and let the sound of my name soak into me. It’s nice. At first, it was kind of terrifying because it made this whole situation feel real.

Last night was more like a dream come to life. But we’re not at a sex party now. We’re not wearing masks. This is real life, and what we do has real consequences.

But now, I don’t know. I like how it sounds. I like the way he touches me. And the way he kisses me…it feels like he wants to own me. Worship me. Devour me.

Lucas’s fingers in my pussy stop my internal monologue, and I drop my head to the sink. He curls his fingers just a bit and then moves them back and forth. I bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning too loud, or we’ll for sure have the cops called on us. Or my sister will come and break the door down.

When the pad of a finger brushes my G-spot lightly, I squeeze my eyes together. A light smack on my ass makes my head fly up to meet his smiling gaze.

“I told you to watch me ruin you, baby,” he smirks. “Since we don’t have an audience tonight, we’ll have to do.”

I lift my head back up and take in the reflection of us. I wish he was naked so I could see the muscles in his chest and the veins in his forearm bulge as he fucks me with his fingers. I’d also love to see that beautiful griffin tattoo again. But half-clothed Lucas is still hotter than sin.

When he’s sure I’m watching, he removes his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his lips, sucking them off sensually. He hums, like he’s enjoying a nice meal.

“Another time, I want to spend the night drowning in you. But right now, I have to fuck you, or I’ll lose my goddamn mind,” he growls.

“Do it,” I say, my tone slightly crazed. I can feel my inner walls clench, wanting to feel that gorgeous dick of his inside me again. I don’t care that I was sore earlier; I’m wet enough that I’ll be fine. I hear the opening of a foil packet, and then he’s teasing me with his cock again, making me press my ass back so I can feel more of him.

“You want my cock, Stevie?”

I bite my lip, my eyes still on him through the mirror. “Making me beg now, MVP?”

He dips the tip of his cock in, and I hiss, gripping the sink with my hands. “Do you, baby?”

“You know I do.”

He half grins as he slides his cock in another inch. I push back so that he goes a bit deeper, and his light laughter reaches my ears.

“So greedy.”

I bite my lip harder to keep myself from screaming out as his hands find my hips, and he sinks deeper. “Keep those eyes on the mirror, Cherry. Watch me fill this perfect cunt.”

“Fuck me, Lucas. Please, for the love of—”

He pulls me back on his cock with a single sharp movement, my butt hitting his hips with a slap that echoes off the bathroom walls. On instinct, I cry out, and then Lucas is chuckling again.

“They heard that one, Cherry.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but he thrusts up into me again. I seal my lips shut as best I can, my body adjusting to his girth as his hands grip the cheeks of my ass.

“Look at us, Stevie. Look at how fucking hot we are together.”

I do as he says and really look this time. Lucas is perfect as usual, but if I squint in the dim light, I can see my lipstick prints on his mouth and his messy black hair disheveled from my hands running through it. My straight hair is also a mess, my cheeks are pink, and my lipstick is smeared. I have a light sheen of sweat on my skin because I’m wearing this hot-as-hell sweater as well, but…he’s right. We do look hot together. His strength to my softness is entrancing. In all my daydreams and fantasies, we never looked so good.

Our eyes stay locked in the mirror as he pushes his cock in and out of me. He uses his hands to stroke the skin of my ass and hips, spreading my cheeks and smacking my ass lightly again as he picks up his pace.

“Fuck, Cherry. Your pussy is…fuck,” he says, unable to finish his sentence.

I groan as he thrusts upward, hitting my G-spot. His praise only makes me wetter, and he must feel it because he emits a sound akin to a growl.

“I’m getting close, Stevie. Touch yourself. I want to feel this sweet hole choke my cock.”

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