Page 99 of Zero Pucks

He gasped a little, nodding frantically against the side of my face as I sped up just a little more.

“So good for me. So perfect. So gorgeous when you’re open like this. Love the feeling of your cock in my hand.”

“Please,” he gasped. His thighs began to tremble as I sped up my thrusts. “Tucker. I need it.”

Shit. I was going to blow my load. “I’m going to—uh. Baby, can I?—”

“Yes,” he said. He squeezed down harder, trapping my cock in that tight, wet heat of his thighs. “Do it between my thighs.”

What little I could see whited out entirely as my orgasm rushed through me. It was a searing hot pleasure, consuming me entirely. My hand spasmed on his cock, stilling for the moment as I let go. I groaned into his neck, kissing the warm, tender skin there, my hips fucking forward rabbit-fast until I was spent.

His breathing was heavier now, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. He was trembling with need, and I was going to make sure he was entirely fucking spent by the time I was done with him.

“Roll onto your stomach,” I ordered, letting him go.

He did, and the space between us was too vast and too much. I quickly plastered myself against him, using my hands to spread his legs and tuck them slightly beneath him. He was nothing more than a blur, but my memory of what his exposed ass looked like was enough.

I traced the shape with my fingers, then felt for the lube and slicked up two. I could feel him—still and tense as he waited.

Leaning forward, I kissed his heavy balls, which hung between his thighs. “So gorgeous.”

“Tucker. Please. I need you. I need to come.”

“You will. Your patience is amazing, baby. I will never get tired of this. Not ever.” Those were promises I had no business making, but in the moment, I meant it. I couldn’t envision a world where I didn’t want him. “Take a breath,” I ordered.

He did, and on his exhale, I shoved two fingers all the way into his ass.

He fell forward with a garbled grunt, his hole tightening around me, and I wasted no time getting my mouth on his sac. I rolled one ball around with my tongue, then the other as my hand went back between his legs. I forced his knees up as I gripped his cock, then began to stroke him—my arm moving almost angrily.

I wanted his orgasm. I wanted him to know that he would always have this from me. He would always have anything he asked for.

“God, I can feel your body shaking,” I told him, nipping at his ass cheek. I spread my fingers, then crooked them and was rewarded by an almost animal noise ripping from his chest. His thighs were so tense I knew I’d have to massage him later. “You want this so badly, don’t you? Want my hand. My fingers. My mouth.” I kissed his sac again, and he grunted, his cock thickening in my hand.

“Please,please,” the word was rushing from his lips, a waterfall of ragged whispers. “Let me come.”

“Go ahead,” I told him. “Let go.” I sped my hand up as I finger-fucked him, and it only took a couple more seconds before grunted, then spilled.

His back arched against me, his body shuddering through spasms as he shot his load right on my sheets. If my hearing were any better, I probably would have made out a few tendons twanging under his skin with how tight his body had gone.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, he collapsed beneath me. My body fell on top of his, my fingers gently pulling out of his ass, though I left my hand over his softening dick as I massaged him through the aftershocks.

It took a moment for him to breathe again, and he turned his head to the side, sucking in air. “Am I alive?”

I laughed and kissed the middle of his upper back. “You’re alive. I wouldn’t let you die. Not when I just got you.”

He laughed, the sound hoarse, and he turned his head like he was looking for me. “That was…Christ, I have no words.”

“It was gorgeous. You are amazing, Deo.”

He said nothing for so long that I eventually rolled off him and blinked enough to clear some of my vision. I couldn’t make out details, but I could see the dark slits of his eyelashes. His eyes were closed.

“Did I fuck you back to sleep?”

“Mmno. Just need another minute.”

I kissed him, just a press of my lips over his. “Want me to clean you up? Or do you want a shower?”

“Will you wash my hair?”

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