Page 55 of Puck Shy

I rub my clit and then insert two fingers inside my entrance before holding it out to him. He steps forward and wraps his hands around my wrist then sucks my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around until every drop is gone.

“I want you to fuck me hard. Hard enough that Johnny can hear us and know what he’s missing.”

A dark smile crosses Lucas’s lips, and then he’s on top of me. I lay fully back on the bench, but instead of straddling me, he kisses down my body.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up at me but doesn’t say anything. When his lips suck on my thigh, I put my head back on the bench and close my eyes.

“I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, Cherry. I want to taste it. Straight from the source.”

“Fuck,” I cry, right as his lips wrap around my clit. He sucks hard, and the desire to squeeze my legs together is strong, but he holds them open.

“Lucas,” I moan. “That feels so good.”

“You’re soaked for me. Have you been like this all day?”

I bite my lip then cry out again as he inserts two of his fingers inside me. “Since the game started.”

He chuckles against my clit then nibbles my outer lips. He works me for a while, praising me and telling me how much he loves my cunt. But when I’m about to come, he slaps my clit.

“Holy fuck!” I cry. He kisses my thighs then works his way back up my body, palming my tits through the material of the jersey before kissing me on the lips, making me taste myself. Once he’s had his fill, he pulls back. With his legs straddling the bench, he wraps his arms around my thighs so he can pull me to him. He stares into my eyes as he notches his cock at my entrance. He doesn’t tease me; instead, he sheaths himself inside my pussy in one perfect movement.

I cry out as he slams all the way to the hilt, pulling me by my thighs so he can get deeper. “Oh, fuck, Lucas! I missed your cock.”

“And I missed your pretty, perfect cunt,” he says, spearing me deeper as he says each word. “Christ, baby. You’re fucking everything,” he groans.

I arch off the bench and move one of my hands to my clit, rubbing circles on it and clenching around his bare dick until he’s chanting my name like a prayer.

When I think he can’t get any deeper, he puts his hands under my ass and lifts me enough that each stroke stimulates my G-spot while causing just the right amount of pain.

“Right there, Lucas. Right there, right there, right there,” I mutter, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I rub my hand on my clit faster, and I feel my orgasm right on the horizon. But when I get close to my release, he slows his pace.

“Look at me, Stevie,” he demands.

I open my eyes, a small whine leaving my lips. He smirks at me as he rolls his hips in a slow, circular motion.

“No more being shy around each other,” he says then, all seriousness. “No more hiding how we feel or what we want. This relationship will only work if we tell each other what’s working and what’s not working. If this,” he motions between us, “ever gets too much, or you’re not getting what you need from me, both in partnership and in sex, you tell me. Got it?” He thrusts to punctuate his point.

“I got it,” I huff out in my exertion. “Same goes for you, Luke.”

He smiles at his shortened name, one that somehow sounds like an endearment on my lips. Then he’s kissing me like he owns my breath as he thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts, making me come undone.

“Yes, Lucas,” I cry again. My release crests as he grips the skin of my thighs tighter and cries my name alongside my moans, his release filling me and marking me as his.

As we start to come down from our amazing fuck, the door flies open, and Lucas is cursing at whomever it is to close the door while trying to cover me with his body. Which is not going to work. I should be panicked, but I see a bit of blond hair, so I know who it is.

I move my gaze to connect with Johnny, who has a stupid grin on his face. “I thought I heard someone cry, so I came to investigate. Had to make sure everyone was okay,” he says.

“What have I told you about boundaries, Rookie? I said that you weren’t invited tonight,” he says, his captain voice coming out. And fuck if it doesn’t turn me on.

“Well, now that I’m here…” Johnny says casually, causing Lucas to growl at him.

Okay, that does it. I laugh. And not a cute, attractive laugh. A snorting laugh.

Lucas shakes his head at me and stands, handing me my pants and underwear while he pulls on his clothes. Even after I’m dressed, I’m still laughing as Lucas prowls toward me, this time backing me up to the wall near Johnny.

“You think this is funny, Cherry?”

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