Page 10 of Puck Prince

Tastes edible.

I want to taste all of him. Speaking of that, I can feel him hard and ready right below me, with only a thin fleece blanket between us. But even that’s too much. I tug on the blanket, trying to unwrap myself from the cocoon.

He laughs grittily into my mouth. “Someone a little hot and bothered?”

I open my mouth to say something equally as salty when the sky lights up again, and we both jump, hugging tighter. “We should go?—”

“Yeah.” Owen laughs, scooping me up and walking us inside.

Meanwhile, our lips are still locked.

I apologize between kisses. “I’m sorry… for the inconvenience… I can’t believe… Kennedy… doesn’t have a spare key.”

“No… problem.”

We pull apart, looking at each other for a moment. “Any idea when your cousin will be back?” he asks in a low murmur, as if talking too loudly will break the thin ice we’re skating on. My legs are still wrapped around him and his hands are gripping my ass. His fingertips are so close to the place that is throbbing I wonder if he can feel it. Every pulse of my need.

I glance at the hockey puck-shaped clock on the wall.Cute. Past midnight. “If I had to guess, she won’t be back tonight.”

He adjusts his hands just right and runs one finger along the inseam of my thong. My mouth pops open and the air whistles out of my lungs like a balloon.

“Too much?” he whispers. “Can’t take it?”

Asshole.Two can play that game.

I shimmy down in his grip just enough that my pussy is pressed against his cock. He moans as I respond, “I don’t know. Is this too much?”

“Game on.” Owen tosses me onto the couch. I let out a half-laugh, half-shriek as he puts his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. His mouth covers mine and his tongue presses deep past my own. Meanwhile, one of his hands finds my breast. My nipples are on fire as he draws a circle around one of them with his thumb. Who told him that was a weakness of mine?

He kisses down my neck, until he’s on his knees in front of me, and lifts the white tank top to expose my breasts. I arch my back in want as he kisses them both, gently at first, then teasingly. His tongue flicks one of my nipples, and I let out a moan. I feel him smile against my skin.

“You like that?” His tongue swirls as he nibbles and sucks.

All I can manage is a nod.

He takes his time before moving on to the other one. I grip his shoulders, tugging and scratching, which only seems to make him hungrier and my breasts more devourable. He kisses down my stomach and sits in front of me.

His eyes flash up to mine with a look of mischief as he uses his hands to slowly push my thighs further apart. I nod in submission and he hooks his finger inside the thong, pulling it to the side before pressing his middle finger inside me.

“Oh my God,” I let out, leaning back into the couch. He takes his ring and pointer finger, using them to part me to make room for his mouth. A moment later, I feel his tongue, hot and soft, working with skill as his middle finger makes acome hithermotion inside of me.

“Jesus Christ, you have to be fucking kidding me.” I grip the couch.

“You surprised I know what I’m doing?” he asks, mouth still on me.

I’m surprised I’m not dead and at eternal rest in some sexy as hell version of heaven.

“I never said that.”

“Sounds like you doubted me.”

“No. I just… I mean… Shut up and lick.” I grab him by the hair and shove his face farther against me, making him laugh.

“Yes, ma’am.” With that, he picks up speed, his tongue sucking, licking, flicking. All the while, his finger beckoning inside of me.

I near the edge like a car without brakes, a runaway vehicle knowing it’s going over the edge and not giving a shit. As I fly through the white light, I gush. My mouth opens, but no words come out.

He stays pressed to me the whole time, letting me ride out my orgasm. Only when I’m finally done does Owen sit back, wipe hisface, lick his fingers, and shoot me what I’m quickly realizing is his signature smirk.

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