Page 125 of Puck You Very Much
His abdomen still rippled with muscle like I remembered it, and I left a trail of kisses until I landed on his belt buckle. Zane stopped me there, like he meant to tease me. Then I realized that wasn’t his plan. He sat up, kissed me, and then forced me back to my feet. He rose to his feet, kissed me, grabbed the bottom of my hoodie, and then helped me to lift it over my head. My hoodie took the undershirt with it, and both hit the floor.
Zane then buried his face in my neck, kissing it, and I gasped. Oh my God, I’d almost forgotten how perfect and wonderful submission felt. Maybe it wasn’t really submission, per se. He was just putting me under his spell.
My knees felt weak, ready to buckle, when his lips moved toward my collar bone and chest. Before long, the tip of his tongue flicked my nipple, and he nibbled a bit. I gasped again, reveling in the feeling.
He kissed my body all over and I clutched his head to my chest, squeezing. Zane freed himself to work his way down to my belt buckle, which he eyed hungrily.
Maybe it wasn’t my belt buckle that he regarded with such greed. It was almost certainly my cock that he wanted more than anything in the whole wide world.
He groped my bulge, squeezing and kneading it, which caused my breathing to quicken. My hand ran along his powerful shoulder as I awaited his next step.
Zane craned his head forward, kissing my bulge, licking and then nibbling it. My hand clamped down onto his shoulder because the feeling was so much hotter than I would’ve expected. My fiancé meant to tease me, and make me wait, before getting to the very best part.
His lips closed over the bulge as if sucking my cock through my jeans, wetting the fabric.
“Suck my cock,” I said. “Do it!”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please. Suck my cock,please.”
“What else do you have to tell me?”
“I want it so fucking bad.”
“Are you going to be a good boy if I do?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
The words slipped past my lips like a moan, but I didn’t mind. It felt so freeing.
He unbuckled my belt slowly, making me wait. Once he loosened the belt, he pulled it out from the loops, and tossed it to the floor, making a jingling sound. Then he unfastened the button, took hold of my zipper, and pulled it down, opening my fly at a painfully slow pace.
Then he did to my bulge what he did while my pants were closed; he took it into his mouth while still constrained by underwear.
“Suck me!” I said again. “Suck my cock,please!”
He tucked his fingers under the band of my underwear and peeled them back, letting my cock spring mercifully free. From there, my cock disappeared into his mouth. Thank God. I thought he was going to tease me even more.
A loud groan tore out of my mouth when he did it because he had me feeling that tense. At first, his warm spit covering my member felt incredible, but that was exceeded by the sensation of his tongue swirling over the knob.
“Oh fuck, Zane.” My words barely contained voice as they drifted out of my mouth. “Keep doing it like that.Justlike that.”
My hand settled on his head and then my fingers swam through his hair. His head bobbed up and down and his fingerstickled the underside of my balls. My toes curled a little and my eyes rolled back in my head.
I was going to come. That wasn’t a question ofif. It was definitely going to happen at any moment if Zane kept up like that.
My fiancé seemed to intuit this as he pulled my cock out of his mouth and stroked its length up and down. I breathed in and out several times, my chest heaving, as I still hadn’t come down from the sensation.
He rose to his feet again, stared deeply into my eyes, and kissed me once more. I shoved him down onto the bed and he bounced off the mattress. Staring down at his bulge, I couldn’t even conceive of how badly I wanted that cock.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his crotch, stroking my tongue up his bulge. I kissed it several times but wouldn’t nibble and suck on it first. I wanted to taste it too badly to wait.
I took the head into my mouth, savoring the perfect taste, and flicking it with my tongue. Zane made this weird sound, not quite a moan and not quite a gasp. The sound almost seemed panicked, but I knew he’d entered the throes of ecstasy. I swirled my tongue around the head, making him feel every bit of it, while my free hand jerked him off at the root of his dick.
His hand clamped down on the top of my head, forcing his cock entirely into my mouth. The trick here would be to avoid gagging. That was what he really wanted, right? For me to take him whole like a pro?
Well, I would show him what I could do.
