Page 44 of Two Guys One Puck
“Fuck,” I barely manage before his hungry mouth finds mine.
I don’t know what I expected sex with him to feel like, but never in a million years would my fantasies have been this.
“If you think I’m not going to make you. I will,” Seaborn says when we break.
“You forget how much I like to fight you.” Using my shoulder blades to get some leverage, I force my hips out, rubbing our slick bodies together. My cock slides over his for the first time.
“You should probably talk to someone about how much that arouses you.” He grabs my hip, and I expect it to stop, but he only slows it down, drawing out our movements. His skin is bliss. His shaft is silky and hard, making me ache all over with ecstasy.
“As much as you should talk to someone.” I don’t know what I expected, even after the steam room, but it wasn’t this. He’s not the only one who didn’t see any of this going here.
“It should be illegal for you to make me this hard.” He drags us further under the spray, making the warm water flow between us, adding to the sensation.
I wrap my arms around his neck, perfectly happy to grind us both into oblivion, but I don’t think either of us can just let the other have this. Contention still burns in our blood, and we fight for pace and contact, even for dominance, in the kiss.
Finally, he breaks the kiss, dark eyes haughty and wanton.
“What?” I ask when he doesn’t speak.
“Get on your knees.” He shoves down on my shoulder, but I resist.
“I told you, buttercup, you’re going to have to make me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, using his size to force me down, only adjusting to give me a little space away from the wall and out of the water.
The water cascades over his body, highlighting the beauty of it. I’ve never been hungrier for a person in my life. Maybe there is something to his little freakout.
I shove those feelings aside, refusing to take myself out of the moment and be a hypocrite.
“Open your mouth.” He pushes his thumb between my lips.
I open it for him, presenting my tongue.
“Such a good little slut when you want to be, aren’t you?”
“Only when it gets me what I want.”
He pops a brow, my answer clearly catching him off guard. “You won’t let me have fucking anything, will you?”
“I told you to make me. I can’t help enjoying every fucking second of it, darling.” I fight a smile, as he shoves himself in my mouth.
This isn’t like the first time. He’s not going slow. He fills my mouth, stretching my lips with his girth while going so deep, I almost gag. I’m not ready for it, but somehow, I take it. There is no other choice, and I want it. I’m so incredibly turned on by the way he’s using me for pleasure. The masculine way he holds my face and thrusts forward. Everything about him drips power, and I’m hungry.
He’s owning my throat, making me feel all his girth, and I’m so fucking hard again. I stroke my cock while he fucks my lips. Who knew I’d have a dick in my mouth twice in one day after swearing off all intimacy for so long? A strange turn, but I can’t stop myself when it comes to him. Not our fighting, and now that we’ve done this, not this either.
I want to battle him until he gives it all to me.
And today, I’ve pushed him there and beyond.
He’s lost the last bit of reserve he had earlier.
I’ve won, and I bask in the glory of him, swallowing his dick while he balances on the brink of an orgasm.
I groan around his cock, on the precipice of losing it myself.
I grab his thigh needing to push him over the edge. Needing to feel his cum in my mouth again. I stroke faster as he shudders, cock throbbing. His thrusts falter and he finally loses it. I snap, exploding all over my hand. In complete bliss as he finishes while I moan through my own orgasm.
We shower together in silence, like something has changed. I can’t take my eyes off him, and he seems to be the same. The chemistry between us is palpable and lighter than it felt before. I can’t explain it fully. Neither of us bothers with clothes when we get into bed, and I don’t know what that means either, but it’s easy, and I like it.
