Page 181 of Pucking Around

“It’s not a prank,” I murmur.

He jerks his head up, glaring at me. “Mars, I havezerointerest in fucking you or getting fucked by you. Are you kidding? The idea of your monster cock coming anywhere near me is literally terrifying. Honestly, I don’t know how Rachel does it. I don’t have the courage to bottom for you, and I totally lack the death wish to try and top you.” He gestures between us with a frantic hand wave. “So, are we good? We done here? You need this super weird conversation to go on any longer?”

I smirk, my gaze locked out the windshield as we pull up at the end of his street. “No. We’re good.”

He’s already unbuckling his seatbelt. “Good, because I need you with me on this. Caleb pays, agreed? That little shit gets his mouth stuffed with a gag, and then he watches us take our girl over and over again. We don’t stop til she’s dripping from every hole.”

I pull up in front of his garage, and he’s got his door open before I even get the truck into park.

Grabbing our gear bags from the back, he tosses mine to me, slinging his own over his shoulder. “Let’s get this fucking done.”

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Imoan, back arching off the bed, as I grip tighter to my wrist restraints. “Yes—Cay baby, I’m gonna come—”

Caleb lifts his mouth away from my pussy, letting the spiral of my orgasm fizzle and fade, leaving me panting on the bed. He’s been edging me for the last ten minutes, ever since he hung up the call with Jake.

“Please,” I say on a sigh, unable to see him through my blindfold. I love the sensory deprivation, as every other sense is heightened. The taste of him on my tongue, warm and inviting. The feel of his hands on my body as he explores me, the softness of Jake’s high thread count sheets. The man is a snob when it comes to bedding. I swear, it’s like sleeping on a cloud. Right now, strapped down to the mattress, I feel like a debauched angel. And I love it.

The security unit on the wall chirps and we both go still. Moments later, the front door slams shut.

“Uh-oh,” I tease. “Somebody’s in trouble now—ah—”

His tongue in my cunt shuts me up. I’m gasping as he spears me, his hands rough as he forces my thighs apart a little wider, my ankles straining against their ties. I sink into the feeling of his mouth on me, devouring me.

“CALEB!”

Jake’s voice echoes through the house as, down the hall, Poseidon whines, scratching at the door of Caleb’s room. He’s far too innocent to witness what’s happening in here.

“You better be hiding or on your fucking knees,” Jake shouts, his voice coming from the stairs now.

Mouth on my pussy, Caleb laughs. God, this man is fearless. He wants to get caught, wants to get punished. Meanwhile, my heart races, pulse hammering in my throat. I know the moment Jake can see us stretched out on his bed.

“Cay!” he bellows.

Caleb lifts his mouth off me, peppering my thigh with quick kisses. “It was nice knowing you, Hurricane,” he laughs.

I can’t see anything as Jake and Ilmari burst into the room, but I feel their feral energy as the weight of Caleb’s body leaves the bed.

“Finally,” Caleb calls out. “Sorry we didn’t—whoa—fuck—”

I shriek as I hear the unmistakable sounds of a fight. “Guys, stop,” I cry, knowing there’s nothing I can do.

“You’re fucking dead,” Jake growls, his voice muffled as they wrestle each other to the floor.

“Ouch—shit—you punch like a golf pro,” Caleb teases.

“Get his—his arm—”

“Ow—”

“Paska—”

“No—not the face,” Caleb grunts.

Oh my god, they’re gonna kill him. He finally let that smart mouth take a joke one step too far. There’s a continued scuffle as it sounds like they wrestle him to the floor.

“Hold him,” Jake mutters as Caleb laughs.

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