Page 71 of Two Guys One Puck
I tease slowly, circling his hole and backing off, then rubbing over it before dipping a finger inside. His knees fall wide, and Ilove watching him open up for me. I push my finger deeper, and his hips buck off the bed.
“Fuck,” he says in an exhale.
“Bad?”
He shakes his head. “Very good.”
I add a second finger, and he writhes under me, arching in ecstasy. He’s the sexiest person in the world.
I dip down and lick the head of his cock. I’m so turned on, I could come instantly. Maybe it’s good I’m taking some time to prep him so I can last more than a fucking minute. I’ve never had an issue lasting, but Ktytor is something else.
I alternate between kissing and biting his chest and abs and hips while I work him open. He’s a sweaty mess and cursing me out by the time I have three fingers inside of him.
“What?” I say with a smirk.
“You want to make me come before you even get inside me?”
“I want to make you come over and over tonight.”
“Evil. I like it.” He lays his head back.
But I decide I want him to come on my cock first. “Ready?”
“Say my name.”
I’m careful in remembering how he said it. “Leontiy.”
“Now you can fuck me.”
TWENTY-THREE
KTYTOR
My name on his lips is utter bliss. He’s pronunciation is better than I expected too.
I’m still reeling from the perfection of it as he rolls a condom on. I half sit up, wanting to watch him handle his cock, while touching as much of his skin as possible. I want to give him the same torture he gave me. He drops over me, and our cocks rub together while I taste him. I hook a leg around his back, opening myself up more. He pulls back, and his head nudges against my hole.
He’s fucking big, and I can only imagine it’s going to feel so much bigger than his fingers. “Ready?”
“I told you, if I can walk tomorrow, I’m going to be disappointed.”
“But you have a game?” he says into my mouth.
“Shut up and ruin me with your massive cock.”
He groans but shifts forward. I bear down against the burning, waiting for it to pass like it did with his fingers. I gasp when he forces himself past my barrier.
“Too much?”
“You’re so sweet, princess, and I like it, but where’s the asshole from the ice?”
He growls and thrusts deeper.
I lock my jaw against the pain, forcing myself to breathe through it. He pulls back, and it’s utter bliss. I grab onto him because it’s the only thing I can do without coming. He pushes back in, getting deeper this time. It’s painful, but then he hits the spot his fingers found, and I swear I can taste color.
My entire world is engulfed in ecstasy, and I gasp. “Christ, Ronan.”
“Feel good?” he asks, still unsure of himself, which I find way more endearing than I should considering I’ve told him repeatedly to ruin me.
