Page 81 of Zero Pucks

When I had him down to his boxers, he tugged me onto the bed, then twisted his body to straddle me, rucking up my shirt to play with my nipples as he sucked on the spot where my pulse was pounding.

“You’re so hot,” he gasped, rocking his hips in my lap. He was hard as steel, the wet tip of his cock poking through his boxers and pressing against my stomach.

God, he felt so good. His weight was a ballast, keeping me grounded. His skin was smooth and soft and delicate as I dragged my blunt nails up and down his back. Gripping the back of his shaggy hair, I tilted his head to the side and sank my teeth into the tendon of his neck, obsessed with the way he groaned and went limp against me.

“Help me get naked,” I growled.

He nodded, frantic hands moving to peel my shirt all the way off before attacking my jeans with the same vigor. He slid off my legs, kneeling between my spread thighs, and tugged them all the way down until they pooled at my feet.

“Off?” he said, nudging the side of my prosthetic.

“Let me show you.” With practiced ease, I hit the buttons on the side, rolled down the stump sleeves, and eased my limbs from the sockets. When I was free, I let my legs fall to the ground, then gripped Amedeo by the back of his neck.

I urged him back on top of me as I fell onto the mattress and groaned as his warm body pressed against mine.

“How do you want to do this? What do you like?” He was breathless and gasping as I rolled my hips and thrust my cock against his.

I turned my head to nip at his jaw before answering. “I’m easy, sweetheart.”

He grinned at me, looking down with his big doe-eyes. “I like both, but I really like to be on the bottom. I know that makes me a total stereotype—” He started to tense up again.

I kissed him until his body relaxed. “No. There’s no such thing. You like what you like and fuck what anyone else thinks, okay? And for the record, you have a gorgeous ass, and I can’t wait to see what it feels like when I’m buried inside of you.”

His breath hitched in his chest as he looked down at me. “O-okay. Okay, yeah. How do you want me?”

He was asking without asking how I needed him to be so I could do this, and I appreciated that he wasn’t going to assume what I was capable of. Or what I wasn’t.

I liked it all sorts of ways, of course, but I really wanted to get him on his hands and knees. “You trust me, right?”

He nodded, biting his lip.

I dragged a palm down his spine, cupping his ass and giving it a squeeze. My other hand joined, and I spread his cheeks, watching as his pink flush darkened, crawling from his neck to his face. I gave his ass a firm jiggle, then let him go.

“Turn over and tuck your knees under you. If you need a pillow, take as many as you want.” I didn’t let him go yet, even when he tried to pull back. “But kiss me first. Then I’m going to get the lube and a toy.”

He gulped, then surged in to give me what I asked for. The kiss was wet, sloppy, frantic in a way that told me when he let me have him, he was going to be running on all instinct. I couldn’t fucking wait.

After a short forever of literally devouring his lips and tongue, I pulled back, gasping for air. He looked about as feral as I felt, his hair mussed and wild and somehow even thicker. I shoved it back away from his face, then took him by the chin.

“Alright, sweetheart?”

His cheeks pinked, and he nodded. “Mm.”

“Then turn over for me. I’m going to get you all worked up, then I’m going to calm you down.”

His entire body gave a single shudder. “I’m already really worked up.”

I grinned, the smile feeling a little sharp. “Oh, trust me, baby. You don’t know what worked up is.”

He stared for a long moment, and then, without another word, he turned over and positioned himself exactly the way I’d asked him to. Christ. I groaned loudly and ran a single hand down his spine. “Love the way you listen to me, sweetheart. I love the way you do what I ask.”

“Because you’re doing it for me. Not t-to humiliate me to m-make yourself feel better.”

A white-hot flicker of anger erupted in my chest. Yeah, when I saw that Bryce guy, he wasn’t going to walk away as pretty as he walked up. After all, what was a little assault charge on my record if it meant giving Amedeo the justice he deserved for God only knew how many years of that bullshit?

But now wasn’t the time to think about that. I had a man to show how good all of this could be with me. How good it would always be with me…so long as he gave me the chance.

Taking a breath, I leaned over and kissed the round globe of his ass, right on the center of the left side. “I will never, ever humiliate you. Not unless you ask me to, and you’d have to ask really nicely and give me a damn good reason to say yes.”

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