Page 3 of Hot Pucking Summer

"You got it, sexy. One serving of Draper Fassmacher coming right up."

He fucks into me relentlessly, savagely, like we're two horned-up primates lost in an all-consuming heat. The sound of his heavy balls slapping loudly against my ass echoes around the living room as he obliterates my hole with his massive cock. I'll be feeling this tomorrow, that's for sure. I always do. And I always love it.

"Oh, yeah. That's it. That's the spot," I cry out, my voice raspy and needy, but I don't care. I feel safe to be my truest self with him. "Right there. Right there, Draper."

"Come for me," he grunts, and I reach down my body and fist my cock. After a few rough strokes, I match his rhythm, rubbing the sensitive underside of my crown as his dick collides with my prostate.

"I'm close," I say, peering over my shoulder, and Jesus, the sight of Draper's muscled, sweaty body rutting into me makes me come undone.

His blue eyes crinkle at the edges as he says, "Clamp your hole down on my dick as you come. Hard as you can, baby. Choke that shit."

That's it. I'm gone. Sparks of yellow and muted orange fill my vision as pleasure explodes from my core, shooting out in every direction, up, down, and around my body from the top of my head all the way down to the tips of my curled toes.

I take a moment, breathing deeply to recover from my orgasm as Draper smooths his palms in circles along my back. I turn to tell him I want his load inside of me, but instead of his intense gaze, I'm met with two light-green eyes.

I scream.

Draper jolts, still inside me, and the movement sends another circuit of pleasure buzzing throughout my body, making me come again.

"Jax!" Draper cries, scrambling to cover me with his body to protect what little is left of my modesty. "I didn't think you were here."

"I was taking a walk by the lake." I can just make out Jax's face from beneath Draper's chest, heaving over me. Jax sees me in the small opening, flicks his long blond hair over his shoulder, and waves. "Hey, Cloyce. It's good to see you again."

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Draper

"I can't believe that just happened," Cloyce wails, hiding under the comforter in the guest bedroom.

"It's fine. Really," I say, stroking his leg through the thick bedspread, trying to console him. "Jax is cool."

He pokes his head out, his red curls half flat, half messed up, his honey-brown eyes wild, and his lightly freckled skin still flushed from the heat of his intense whole-body orgasm I gave him.Annndthe second one that happened after Jax caught us. I was still inside him so I felt him have it. "Your best friend just saw me naked. He saw me"—Cloyce winces—"come."

"Not ideal, granted," I say, keeping my voice smooth and steady. "But he really is cool. I promise you."

"I am beyond mortified." He ducks back beneath the covers. "In fact, a new word needs to be invented becausemortifieddoesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling."

I squeeze his leg. He's so freaking adorable, and I'm so head over skates in love with him it's not even funny. Not that I've dared say those three words to him yet. Long-distance relationships are hard, and even though we've been together for eight months and video call every day, it's still early days.

Plus, I know he's got trust issues from how guys have treated him in the past, and he feels a certain way about his body, so I'm taking things slowly and doing this on Cloyce Delgaty time.

"Would you like me to speak with Jax?" I offer. "Make sure he's okay with it."

Silence and then the comforter moves. I hedge a guess that's Cloyce nodding his head.

"Okay. But tell him if he's not, if it's too weird for him, I can catch the next flight back to Massachusetts."

Cloyce won't be catching any flight because I've known Jax since I was six, and he will really be cool with it, but all I say is, "You got yourself a deal. I'll be back in five, okay?"

The comforter shakes again with what I assume is another nod.

I make my way down the hallway. The living room and kitchen are empty, so I venture out onto the back patio where Jax is checking the water in the hot tub. He turns when he hears me opening the sliding door. "Is he okay?"

"He's embarrassed," I say, walking up and leaning against the edge of the Jacuzzi. "You weren't supposed to be here until later."

"I'm sorry. Traffic was better than expected, and I thought it'd be a nice surprise."

"A surprise, yes. Nice? Not so much."

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