Page 43 of A Little Puck Luck

Chapter 34

Annette

Iblinkedmyeyes,trying to figure out my bearings. I was being smothered by a heated blanket that had something poking me in the back.

After a few moments, I realized I was in Terry’s arms, and he had some morning wood. I rolled over to make sure I was right, and as I did so, he lifted his arm, allowing for an easier roll.

I was greeted with a wide, toothy smile and hooded eyes. He brushed my cheek and said, “You fell asleep so early last night. I brought the goods up, but you were already out.”

I blushed since that was damn embarrassing. At least he wasn’t upset with me for falling asleep.

“Hey, hey. Don’t get all red on me. It just means we can only try it once. That is if you still want to try it.”

That made me feel better, and I just nodded.

But I wasn’t ready to go like he was.

I buried my head into his chest, almost fearing his reaction. “I do, but I’m not quite ready just yet.”

He scoffed as his hand worked its way down my body and to my clit.

“Did you think I would just do it without any foreplay or making sure you’re nice and wet?”

I didn’t want to fully admit it, but yeah. Luke never cared if I was ready, and I was still a little sore from last night.

He knelt near my groin but was looking me in the eye. “Do you care if I play a little while I give it to you?”

I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but I gave him my consent. He reached over for the organizer tray and pulled out the bottle of caramel syrup. Then, he squirted some into his hands and warmed it.

Without warning, he smoothed the caramel all over my clit. It felt so damn good and warm, and he continued to move his hands, which turned me on in a way I never quite expected. He leaned forward and held out a finger. “Take a lick before I get too distracted.”

I did as I was told. It was sexier than I thought. Once his finger was clean, I gave it a kiss.

He lowered his lips and lapped my clit clean. I loved the way it felt. There was something a little more sensual about it, and I writhed in the bed.

His hands steadied my waist, and his voice was low when he murmured, “Stay still. I don’t want to waste a single drop, and I don’t suck the sheets. I want to suck you.”

I giggled and tried to stay still, but it was hard because it felt so damn good. When I was nearly clean from the syrup, I scratched his back and screamed out his name as I came. Then, I fell back onto the bed and closed my eyes.

“Uh uh, don’t you go back to sleep on me.”

Grinning, I opened my eyes to look at my favorite Viking wannabe. “I’m not. But that felt good.”

As my orgasm wore off and I became more aware, I knew it was my turn, but I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

I eyed the tray of goodies and asked, “How can I return the favor?”

“Pick something from the tray and slather it on. It’s like a normal blow job but not.”

That didn’t seem too hard.

We switched positions, and I debated on what I wanted to grab. The fluff was automatically out since that stuff was too sweet. I also ruled out the peanut butter when the penis butter comment ran through my head. I thought he might have just stuck his dick into the jar, and that sounded gross. In the end, the chocolate syrup sounded good.

Picking up the bottle, I did pretty much what he did. I squeezed a small dollop of chocolate syrup into my hands and warmed it slightly. Then, I gave him a handjob with the chocolate syrup. It was like lube, but it was edible.

I swore Terry thrust upward to make his dick appear even more on display. It was my time to suck him. The chocolate was sticky, and Terry moaned deeply, pulling my hair as I sucked him off. As he came, I realized it mixed the salty and sweet into something that I adored.

It made it so easy to finish and clean him off.

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