Page 82 of Zero Pucks

“I won’t. N-not ever.”

I dipped lower and kissed the back of his thigh, my hand moving upward to fondle his balls, which were heavy and warm. “Then it’s off the table. Forever.” I stroked a touch up over his dick, drinking in his soft groans, andshit.

Yeah. It was fast, but I think I’d fallen for him.

And not just for this, but for everything he was. For everything he made me feel. For everything he deserved and hadn’t gotten. But he would. If he let me, he’d never know another day where he was lonely, or unappreciated, or unloved.

I pulled away before I could get too lost in toying with the fat head of his dick, and I spun on my ass, butt-walking to the edge of the mattress so I could dig into my nightstand. I didn’t have a lot in there, but there were condoms, lube, some wipes, and a couple of toys that got me going on nights I needed to destress.

I had a couple of vibes that were clean but entirely unused, and one specifically that I knew Amedeo was going to like. He was so responsive andsofucking sensitive, and this one had several different patterns to torment him with. It was shaped a bit like a wishbone—thick at the base where it would nestle a few inches into his ass, then a curved end that would press right against his taint.

Fuck, I was already getting worked up just picturing how he was going to respond when I turned it on.

It took me a moment to find it—tucked in the little black faux-velvet bag at the bottom of the drawer under a pile of mail I’d been ignoring for months, and I set it beside me. I grabbed the condoms and lube next, the bottle more than half-full because I just hadn’t really been feeling it lately.

I was feeling it now though. God, I was so hard I could probably fuck a hole in a brick wall if I tried hard enough. I gave my dick a single stroke before turning, using my stumps to scoot me back toward him.

They were sore as I balanced on the ends, but the pain was the perfect amount to keep me from shooting off too early as I watched Amedeo twitch in anticipation. He was so fucking lovely. I wanted to put my moutheverywhereon him.

I settled for a kiss to the base of his spine as I pulled the toy from the bag, then ran the silky edge of it along his balls, then up along his crack, circling his hole. He sucked in his breath and let it out on a moan.

“W-what…what is that?”

“It’s something that’s going to make you feel good, okay? I promise. And if it’s not—if you hate it—you tell me, and we stop immediately.”

His swallow made an actual gulping sound. “I…yeah. Yes. Okay. I trust you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I—” Uhg,no. I couldn’t say those three words now. Not yet. That would ruin everything. “I can’t wait to make you come,” I told him instead. I kissed his hip, then pulled the toy away and grabbed the lube, flipping open the cap.

Amedeo inhaled sharply again, but this time, he held the breath in his lungs.

Coating the toy, I added a few dollops to my finger, then gently brushed it over his hole. I was never more grateful for the shit-ass vision in my eye. Up this close, I could see everything. I could see the puckered skin twitching, and his thick black, coarse hair there, and the way his body trembled as though waiting for me to do something.

He jumped every time I touched him, but he never pulled away. He always leaned in, seeking more, like he needed me. That feeling could get addicting.

“Let your breath out,” I told him. He did, and then I pushed. He gave a heavy, unchecked groan as my finger slid inside him, and I swirled it gently, coating his insides with slick. His body began to tremble a little more, and I could just make out the way his fingers were clenched in the sheets. “You ready?”

“Mm.” He nodded when he couldn’t get the word out.

I removed my hand, then gripped the toy by the handle and pressed my thumb over the button. It took a second to click on, and the vibrations began—so light they were barely there.

But he’d feel them.

The bulbous tip caught on his rim as I felt along his crack, and then I pushed. He let out a soft cry as the toy slipped in half an inch, and his hips flexed outward toward me. “Oh God,” he said, the words half-garbled. “OhGod.”

Yeah. Just like I thought. “Like that, sweetheart? Feels good?”

“Uhg. Uhg,” he managed.

I pushed it in deeper. The toy was curved at the perfect angle, so just a little more, and…

“Hnngg fuuuu,uh uh uh,” he babbled, his hips fucking forward, legs spreading more. His cock was touching the sheets, dribbling a mess beneath him.

With a grin, I pulled the little remote out of the bag, then made sure the outside end was pressed right against his taint. That little adjustment had him twitching all over. He was restless, gasping and humping the mattress.

Exactly the way I wanted him. I was gonna work him up so high and fuck him so good he wasn’t going to be able to stay conscious when he came down. He was going to sleep well and in my arms.

And he would never forget this. He would always know that the reason I was here was for him. To give him this. To make sure he always felt good—that he always got what he wanted. I would make up for the years of neglect and abuse and pain he’d suffered.

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