Page 8 of Puck Shy

She shakes her head and kisses the corner of my mouth. “So, Golden Boy, you have a choice.”

“Which is?”

“Do you want to fuck my gorgeous girl’s face or pussy?”

The crass question stuns me for a second before my eyes find Cherry’s. Her lips are parted, her pupils blown from arousal. She’s biting her lip as she waits for my answer. By the way her forehead creases, she thinks I might say no.

While the rational side of my brain tells me I should probably walk off the stage right now to avoid a scandal, I know the people in this room aren’t going to tell the press. They signed an NDA, as did I. My brother’s voice is in my head telling me I can’t afford to risk my career, but fuck that. I know what I want, and I’m going to get it.

“Face,” I say.

Cherry whimpers, and Angel pats my cheek like I’m her pet. “Another surprise.”

I flash her my one-dimpled smile. I want to say that I also plan on fucking Cherry’s pussy tonight, but I don’t. I’m too eager to get those painted lips wrapped around my cock. I want to look into my mystery woman’s forest-green eyes while I come down her throat. Then I want to ask her real name and take her to dinner, because something tells me one night with her won’t be enough.

“Take your cock out,” Angel commands.

I keep eye contact with Angel as I do what she says, pulling my erection out while keeping my briefs hanging low on my hips.

“Stroke yourself,” she says.

I bite the inside of my cheek and fist my cock. The skin is taut and hot. I very much dislike the feeling of my calloused hand. I know what I want, and it’s not me doing all the work.

“Good boy,” Angel croons. “You’re good at following orders.”

I nod because she’s right. Not only has hockey taught me that, but I grew up that way. My dad is a retired cop. I can put my head down and get to work. It’s how I’ve been able to be so successful in what I’ve chosen to do with my life.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to give orders. I’m very fucking good at that, too. It’s only one of the reasons I’m my team’s captain.

“How’s that pussy feeling, Gorgeous?” Angel asks Cherry. The latter is still on all fours on the ground, ass arched and body shaking. That vibrator must be strong, because she looks like she’s about to come.

“Needy,” she says, her voice desperate and husky. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I fist myself a little harder.

Angel leaves my side and moves behind Cherry’s round ass. She studies her wet pussy and tuts. “You’re making a mess, Gorgeous.” Then she turns to the two people in the direct line of sight to Cherry’s sex and asks, “Do you think she’s been a good girl?”

They both nod.

“You.” She points at one of them, a blonde woman in a pink mask. She’s rubbing the dick of the man sitting next to her, a Cheshire-like grin on her face. “You like eating pussy?”

“She loves it,” the guy answers for her.

She asks Cherry’s permission. “Gorgeous?”

“Yes,” she whines.

“Have at it, then,” Angel says, like she’s telling the woman to take a piece of candy from a bowl.

The man she’s with nods his permission, and before I can blink, the blonde woman is crawling the short distance to Cherry’s pussy. My cock develops a heartbeat as I watch her grip the round globes of Cherry’s ass and plant her face between her soaked folds. It’s fucking dirty, and it only turns me on more.

Cherry releases a guttural groan as her pussy gets devoured, adding to the sounds of sex coming from different corners of the room. I feel a bead of sweat run down my back from the adrenaline coursing through my body, reminding me that we’re very much being watched. By quite a few people. I stroke myself a little harder and stare down at Cherry’s mouth. Her eyes are closed as her fingers dig into the carpet, her body consumed with pleasure.

“How’s that feel?” Angel asks. She’s now standing near Cherry’s head, playing with her ponytail.

“Good. So fucking good.”

“Are you going to come?” She pulls her hair as she asks the question, causing Cherry to cry out.

“Yes! Yes, I’m going to come!”

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