Page 72 of Two Guys One Puck
“Very good.”
He takes the encouragement and pulls back again only to buck forward in one fluid movement. This man knows how to fuck. Now I need to coax it out of him.
“There’s the slut I’ve heard talk of.”
His eyes blaze with fire, and he fucks more of his cock into me, stretching me wide open with his girth.
“Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn.” I grab my cock, unable to hold off from touching myself for another second.
He looks between us, watching while he fucks me.
We both do, and it brings me right to the edge. I can’t believe I’m doing this—letting another man inside me. My father would be so disappointed. I almost laugh, but I don’t want Ronan to think it has anything to do with him.
He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat. He bites and sucks.
“You better not be leaving marks where anyone can see, Seaborn.”
He chuckles over my skin and moves lower, and this time, I know I’ll have marks. He bites my shoulders and pecs, sucking and kissing.
I’m so close, and when his teeth find my nipple, I’m done for. I paint both our chests, and his thrust become choppy, and his mouth stills. His hips buck forward one last time, getting himself the deepest he’s been, and I’m flooded with warmth. I almost wish we’d skipped the condoms so I could experience all of it.
He collapses on top of me, and I welcome the pressure.
We lay like that for a long time.
He pushes up before I’m ready.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“To clean up. We’re going to end up super glued together.”
I want to be mean, but with his naked body in front of me, it all goes out of my head. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans me up before settling back into bed, catching me off guard. I expected him to leave right away after. He seems like the type.
On a whim, after we’ve been laying for a while, I grab my phone and hold it up to snap a picture.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t think anyone will believe me,” I tease.
“You can’t show anyone that.”
“I’m not an idiot.” I roll my eyes and toss my phone back on the nightstand. “I mean, I’m not sure I’ll believe this happened.”
“If that leaks or something…” He gives me a serious look.
“You have a video of my cock and is so dark, no one can even tell. You don’t have to worry. I won’t post online.” The last is to poke his ego, and maybe I just want something to remember this night. I guess it’s a horrible idea. “Do you want me to delete it?”
Seaborn shakes his head. “You don’t have to.”
“Iscriminal for you to leave my bed so early in the morning.” I grab Ronan and pull him back into bed when he tries to get out.
“I’m trying to get back before I’m missed.” His voice is deeper than usual and laced with sleep, and I like it immensely.
“I don’t like this idea. Have them make some excuse.” I know it wouldn’t work, but my sleepy brain isn’t ready to give up the comfort.
Someone bangs on my door, and I roll over with a snarl. “What the fuck?”
“Why aren’t you up yet?” Happy calls. “You’re always up before me.”
