Page 42 of Puck Me Up

“Who said they don’t?”

I squirmed.

“Nobody, I guess,” I admitted.

“I’m sure they fight, and feelings get hurt. But I think they communicate well and that’s what keeps the train rolling.” I raised my head to look at him and he blushed as bright as his hair when he realized what he’d said. “No pun intended.”

I snorted and buried my face in his chest. We lay there like that for a while, him stroking my hair while my thoughts overlapped and jumped ahead of each other.

“Why are you asking?” he murmured.

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?

“Do you think you could live like this?” I asked him, throwing caution to the wind. For a minute, he was quiet. He’d once asked me the same question, and I’d insisted that polyamory wasn’t for me.

“You trying to tell me you want six more boyfriends?”

I tilted my head back to look at him again and was relieved to see a small smile playing on his plush lips.

“I don’t know, six might be a little more responsibility than I’m looking for,” I teased. His smile stayed in place but he wouldn’t be deterred.

“But one or two more?” he pressed. I swallowed hard. I knew this was the moment for honesty. How I answered his question would affect the rest of our lives.

No pressure.

I nodded.

“Maybe one or two,” I whispered. He surprised me by breaking into a bright smile.

“Let’s do it, then,” he said, like the matter was settled. I laughed, my palms sweating, my heart in my throat.

“Like it’s that easy?”

Jamie closed his arms around me and rolled over, pulling me on top of him. I leaned down, kissing him full on the mouth and pushing my tongue between his lips. He moaned, bucking his hips, grinding against me. His cock was growing by the second, turning to stone against my inner thigh.

I sat up, tugging my pajama top off over my head and tossing it away. His eyes darkened as he drank me in.

“How hard could it be?” he asked, skating his hands up my sides, from my hips to my breasts and back again. I rocked my pussy against his sizable erection and raised my eyebrows suggestively. He laughed, deep and low, and I kissed the hollow in his throat. “What man wouldn’t want you, Hope?” he asked as I trailed kisses down his chest.

I hooked my fingers into the elastic of his pants and tugged them down, letting his cock spring free. It was flushed and throbbing.

I wondered if, like me, he kept imagining what Lola’s boyfriends were doing to her in the other wing of the house.

I really did want to try it. I wanted to give this lifestyle an honest chance before I dismissed it out of hand.

But tonight, Jamie was more than enough for me.

54.

Jamie

When Hope swallowed my cock with one firm push, my soul left my body. I was on cloud nine, in the hands of a fucking goddess.

I tangled my fingers in her sleek blonde hair and buried myself even deeper in her throat, holding her there as her muscles worked around me, squeezing me until I was ready to blow. I let her up for air and she gasped as she stroked my slick cock and then sent pleasure pulsing through me like a hot poker when her tongue swirled around my balls. I closed my eyes and let the pure physical sensation drag me under as her fist pumped up and down on my shaft and her mouth explored me.

“God, I’m gonna come in five seconds if you keep that up,” I growled. I reached down and grabbed her by the elbows, hauling her back up on top of me. I shoved her panties aside without ceremony. Then I gripped the base of my cock in the other hand and lined it up with her dripping pussy, nudging at her clit with the head, which was so engorged with need that it looked bruised between the pink lips of her delicious cunt.

I raised my eyes to hers and she bit her lip, looking adorably sexy as I slid my cock backward along her slit to rest against her opening.

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