Page 10 of Puck Shy

We both turn our attention back to the woman of the hour on all fours; she’s watching us intently with my cock in her mouth. Her eyes are watering slightly, and her cheeks are pink from her efforts. I bring my hand up to cup her jaw, and she leans into my touch, a soft sigh vibrating around my length.

“You like my cock in your mouth, baby?” I ask. Cherry nods, and I use that moment to push myself further down her throat until she gags again, then I pull back so Angel can move her once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, and take a deep breath,” I tell her. She does as she’s told, then I bring my free hand to grasp the back of her skull. Angel drops the hand holding Cherry’s ponytail and lets me take over, moving toward Cherry’s ass. I don’t pay attention after that, because I want to focus on the woman in front of me. The one who made me throw caution to the wind and agree to be on this stage right now.

With my hands on either side of her head and the silken strands of her hair tickling my palms, I push myself deeper into her throat.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, watching her take me.

She chokes a bit around my cock, but I don’t let her up. I hit the back of her throat, and she constricts the delicate muscles there around the sensitive head. Fuck. It takes everything in me to hold off from coming. When I push in a bit more, her eyes widen in panic, and I let up a bit.

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” I tell her.

I watch her nostrils flare as she inhales, then I do it again. Slowly, I slide myself further in, pushing her down my length until her nose nearly touches my low abdomen. While that happens, a smack resounds in the room, and Cherry tenses, crying out around my cock and trying to pull back in her surprise.

I loosen my grip on her head and look up. Angel stands with a heart-shaped paddle and a devious grin on her face. The blonde woman is gone now, back in her seat and watching with the man she came with.

The sound of the paddle hitting skin brings my attention to the cheeks of Cherry’s ass. They are still moving from the impact, and I see the red shape of a heart forming on her skin. Angel does it again while my cock jerks between Cherry’s lips. Then she suctions her mouth around me, and I grip the hair that’s come loose from her ponytail.

“You like being paddled, Cherry?” I ask. She hums a yes. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” Angel answers for her, paddling Cherry again, harder this time.

My red-masked woman with her mouth on my cock cries out, and I use the opportunity to fuck her face a little harder. She gasps and closes her lips again, sucking a breath through her nose, allowing me to go harder.

I feel the base of my spine tingle, and I know that my orgasm is fast approaching. I lift Cherry’s chin and pop her off my cock. She sucks in a shaky breath as I use my thumb to wipe off some of the smudged mascara from under her eye.

I bend over so my lips are at her ear. “I changed my mind,” I whisper huskily. “I need to be inside that pussy now. I want these people to watch as I make you come so hard this entire mansion hears you scream for me. Can I fuck you like that, Cherry?”

“Yes.” She whimpers.

Not able to wait another second to kiss her, I press my lips to her lipstick-smeared mouth. She opens to me easily, the flavor of me on her tongue intermingling with the little taste of her I got from Angel. I devour her, exploring her as the sounds of the crowd become more prevalent. That they’re watching and enjoying this only spurs me on.

I cup the back of her head and delve deeper, wanting to consume the woman who’s made me feel like myself again—even if only for tonight.

The sound of the paddle moving through the air and hitting Cherry’s skin finally stops the kiss. Cherry gasps and shudders. I hold her chin in my hand and kiss the tip of her mask-covered nose, longing to take it off so I can see her face. But I don’t.

Her eyes flutter open, and we stare at each other.

“Get ready for the fucking of your life, Cherry.”

Chapter five

Stevie

Holy. Shit. I’m having a total and complete fangirl moment. Okay, well, it’s more than that. I’m having a dreamy out-of-body experience that is one-hundred-percent, ten-out-of-ten good.

Because, ladies and gentlemen…I choked on Lucas McKnight’s huge cock, and now I’m about to be fucked by it. If someone would have told super-nerd-obsessed-with-college-hockey-Stevie this would happen to her several years down the line, I might have been dead from a heart attack. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve dreamt of him screwing me, and now it’s happening in real life.

A nice smack from the paddle on the back of my thigh brings me to the present moment, and I cry out. I track Lucas as he finds his pants on the floor and pulls out a condom. When he stands, he pushes down the briefs that were still mostly on, leaving his glorious body on display. All those nights with my vibrator and imagining how he looked naked doesn’t compare to the real thing. Not even close.

He’s sculpted. Ass toned. The tattoo of a griffin on the ribs of his left side is something I never would have pictured him with, but it’s hot. I want to trace the fine lines and shading with my tongue.

He blows me another cheesy kiss as he walks past me and moves behind my ass. I can’t see him now, but I can feel his presence and burning gaze on my body.

I look toward the crowd. A couple is in front enjoying the show, one of the women fingering her partner while they watch me. They smile and the woman being fingered gives me a thumbs up. This place is ridiculous, but that’s why I love it. Nobody judges anyone here. I’ve seen senators, celebrities, even an old college professor. Anyone who walks through these doors is no longer who they are in the outside world. We’re all just people, using and enjoying each other for pleasure. Having fun. It’s a nice break from the real world.

However, I have to say I’m surprised Lucas is here. This seems more like something Leo and his partner, Jace, would do. From what Riley has told me, they’re super adventurous and into this kind of thing. But Lucas? He’s the kind of guy a person would have vanilla sex with after eating a nice dinner of roast chicken and veggies—or at least that’s how he portrays himself in the media. And even how Leo has described him, like a cute golden retriever that likes his ears scratched.

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