Page 52 of Absolutely Pucked
There was no preamble. There was just a puff of air, then lips and tongue. He took me down in a single swallow, and I felt the head of my dick hit the back of his throat as he sucked.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Baby, sweetheart, I’m gonna…oh Jesus. I can’t,” I babbled.
He hummed, the vibrations too much. It didn’t matter how much I’d jacked myself raw to the memory of him that night, I was still too wound up. His touch was fucking electric, and I couldn’t hold back.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” I warned, “you’d better—uhg—pull off now.”
He did. I ignored the tiny pulse of disappointment, but that was quickly eclipsed when he spit in his palm, took me in the tight circle of his fingers, then aimed my dick at his throat. “Come on me,” he said.
It was like I’d lost all control of my body. Pleasure shot through me in waves I couldn’t describe, and between one breath and the next, I was coming. A moan caught in my throat, coming out as a fractured, stuttered sound as I spilled.
I watched between heavy-lidded eyes as white-hot spurts hit him in the chin and on the throat. He looked like he was lost to his own pleasure, his hips fucking against the mattress as he milked me for every last drop.
But I wasn’t about to let him waste himself coming on the bed. I managed to regain some control and yanked him toward me, lifting him away from my cock. His eyes were feverish and wide as he stared down while I positioned him on my lap.
“What—”
“How do you want me?” I asked.
He swallowed thickly and stared down at where his hard cock was grazing my lower stomach. “I want your tongue…”
“Yes.”
“In my ass.”
“Yes.”
His eyes widened even more. “Yeah?”
I nodded, then gently pushed him over until he fell flat on his back. His leg fell to the side, his stump trembling with the effort he was clearly using not to come. His dick was so thick, so swollen, I knew it wouldn’t take long.
Grabbing him behind the knee, I pushed it up toward his chest, then lifted his stump and let it rest against my shoulder. “Like this,” I told him.
“Oh God, I’m not going to last.”
“I know,” I told him. I couldn’t help a small smirk. I’d never done this before. Not with Delia, not with my short, pathetic experiments as a younger man. This wasentirely foreign apart from porn, and I knew that was unrealistic.
And yet, my want for him fueled my confidence, and I brushed two fingers over him before dipping my head down. He smelled a little musky and a little soapy from his shower. I brushed my nose along his crack as I pushed his hips up higher, then took a breath and touched my tongue to the whorls of dark hair covering his hole.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped.
I tightened all the muscles in my mouth, then pushed forward, and after just a small beat of resistance, I was in. It was nothing like going down on Delia. It was a different world altogether. The taste, the feel…fuck. It was wholly erotic, and even my wildest, unspoken fantasies didn’t come close to this.
I reached up to gently cup his balls, then traced downward just above where my nose was pressed, and I rubbed. Hard. He grunted, and I felt his stump twitch against my ear.
He let out a strangled noise, then a single gasp, and then his whole body tensed.
“Ahhh Jesus fuck oh God oh God,” he babbled, fucking his ass against my face as he came. I fumbled a touch up between his legs and found his own arm jerking his dick hard and fast.
I squeezed my fingers around his, and he jerked one more time before going completely limp against me. The only thing holding him up was my shoulders, so I pulled my tongue out, kissed his hole, then shuffled back to let his body rest.
Ford’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was alittle fast but even. When I shifted away a little further, he didn’t move. Then I slipped to the edge of the bed, but before I could stand up, he caught my wrist.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I want to kiss you,” I told him.
He peered one eye open at me. “Uh, okay?”
