Page 12 of Absolutely Pucked
“Depending on the circumstances and the way you wanted it, I guess I could let you eat me.” I grinned, and he burst into laughter, holding me a little closer.
“If there’s ever a next time,” he started. “But no. I…fuck. I’m…” He pulled away slightly and met my gaze. “I’ve never done this with a man. Not the things I want to do to you. I don’t want to get this wrong.”
I wasn’t entirely surprised. Half his hesitation was definitely about the fact that I was a dude on his lap and not because I was missing a limb. Leaning back, I cradled his face and looked directly into his eyes. “You’re not going to get this wrong.”
He laughed, and the sound was bitter. “Trust me when I say I’m very good at getting things wrong, especially when I have the best intentions. Just…will you let me know if?—”
“Yes,” I said, interrupting him. He was clearly suffering, and that was not what tonight was supposed to be about. Surging forward, I took his mouth in a kiss, my hands shoving into his shaggy hair, holding it tightly. “You’re doing perfectly so far.”
He laughed again, this time softer. Easier. He kissedback with wet, hot tongue, his mouth possessive and demanding. “Tell me what to do next.”
“Fingers,” I said, rocking gently on his lap. I was hard all over again and feeling overwhelmed and needy. I wanted him inside me. Filling me. Erasing all the shit I’d been feeling for so long now. It wouldn’t last, but the reprieve for this little while felt like heaven. “Lube,” I said into the next kiss. “Two fingers.”
“I can do that.” His kisses grew messy as he let me go and fumbled with the lube packet. He squirted half on his digits, then pulled me closer so my chest was resting against his, and he let two fingers gently massage my hole.
“Fuck, oh fuck. Yes.”
“Yeah?” His mouth got a bit bolder, his teeth nipping my lower lip. “More?”
“More.”
He groaned softly as he pushed, and it was clear he’d at least done this before because it didn’t take him long to have them both inside me, searching for the right angle. He found it, a heavy moan rushing from my chest, and he rocked his erection into my stomach.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice ragged. “Tell me you like it.”
“I like it.” I was so full. His fingers were rough and thick, and the stretch burned in the most delicious way. God, it had been too damn long. “Deeper, please. Can you—uhg. Yeah. Yes.”
He dipped his head and nipped at my neck as his free hand kneaded over my limb. It felt so wildly erotic to be touched all over.
His sharp bite against my pulse made the edges ofmy vision go white. “You squirm so pretty, Ford. I wanna get my cock inside you.”
“Yeah, Christ.” I shuddered and took a breath. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” Reaching to the side, I found the condoms and grabbed the packet. It took a couple of tries, but I eventually ripped it open and shuffled back to grab his dick. “Let me?”
“Yes, please,” he said. “Just—” He paused when I hesitated, and he met my gaze carefully. “Don’t squeeze too hard. I’m so fucking turned on, and I feel like I’m going to shoot off if you’re not careful.”
Grinning at him, I nodded and took his dick against my palm, giving him a single stroke. His was short but fat and so fucking warm against my skin. It kicked in my grasp and dribbled precome from the tip, and it took everything in me not to lean down and taste him.
Instead, I took a deep breath of his scent, then pressed the condom to the head of his cock and rolled it down. He hissed with pleasure, his hips fucking upward against me as I held him. “Too good,” he groaned.
I kissed the sound of pleasure off his lips as I lifted onto my knee and positioned my ass high in the air. Pressing my chest against his, I pulled back and looked down at him. “Fuck me, Ian.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, then nodded and took his dick, rubbing the tip against my hole. My eyes shut against my will, and it took several breaths for me to be able to calm down and not beg like a wanton whore.
“God, I can feel you,” he said, pushing against me a little harder. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you fucking need it.”
“I need it. Oh God, please,please. I need it. I need you to fuck my ass. I want it so hard I’ll be able to feel it the next day.”
He grunted, then gripped my hip with one hand, guiding his dick with the other. With a single breath and a hard push, he was inside me. His cock stuttered to a halt after an inch, my ass a little unforgiving because it had been too damn long since I’d done anything like this. But as I forced myself to relax, and with his careful nudging thrusts, he slid another two inches.
It was the best fucking thing I had felt in so long.
“Shit, shit,” he muttered. He was holding my hips now, guiding me in slow circles over his cock. The sensation was damn near overwhelming. He gave another hard thrust, and with that, I was fully seated on his lap.
My breath left my lungs in a hard rush, and I felt a little dizzy as I stared at his face. He was wild-eyed and barely restrained. I could feel it in the way he gripped me and the way he was shaking. I could see it in the way his irises had been entirely consumed by his pupils. I could hear it in the moans lodged in his chest.
He was feeling this as much as I was.
This wasn’t normal. At least, not for me, and I had a feeling this was different for him too.
