Page 5 of That One Puck
She smiles, teasingly yet lovingly. “Surly men are my specialty, Eli.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Because I know how to love them right.” I furrow my brows at her words, but relax as she drops to her knees. I won’t overthink this. I’ll enjoy the night. Take what she’s willingly giving. I’ll reciprocate, then she’ll be out the door.
It has to be this way.
She opens the button on my jeans and pulls down the zipper. But she doesn’t take me out. Instead, she tickles across my belly, rubbing my hips and massages my thighs, touching every part of me but my dick.
And it’s driving me crazy. I want to throw myself to the floor and let her do whatever she wants. Then I want to fuck her mouth, her tits, then take her ass. My body is on fire for this woman and I’m ready to come just from touch alone.
Like what I did to her on the dance floor of the club.
How can this be? How can I be so turned on I’m almost blowing my load before I’m even inside her? I feel like a fourteen-year-old boy.
“Honey. Don’t make me waste this hard on. Put it in your mouth or your pussy. I don’t care. But do it now.” I croak out the words, my body is so tight from holding myself together.
“Your crassness won’t push me away, Eli. I know what you’re doing.” When I look down at her, she looks up and winks, palms me and pulls me out while dipping her head so fast, it’s one fluid motion before she’s sucking my tip. Groaning, I throw my hands back to catch myself against the side of the bed. I kick out of my jeans and climb onto the bed backwards. She follows, tonguing my cock the whole way. She prowls onto the bed like a tiger, her movements so sensual.
I haven’t even seen her naked yet and I want to marry this chick.
My body freezes as that thought races through me.
Stop it, Zeke. Just fucking take.
I pull back from her and when she looks at me questioningly. I pull her close and strip her of her tank top. Her full fucking tits are bobbing on display just for me, and it brings me back to the present.
“Jesus, Honey. You are perfect.” I flip her to her back and knead her breasts, taking a nipple in my mouth. She moans. “Still sensitive, or do you need more?”
“More.”
Chuckling at her, I pull my shirt off, kick off my boxers, then grab the waist of her pants, sliding them down her long, silky legs. I sit back and take her in. Soft tan skin with all the right curves I can’t wait to slide my dick through. She’s in a white thong that screams innocence, but I know better.
This woman is far from it. She’s loving and sweet but knows what she wants and loves her body enough to let it feel and take what she needs.
What she wants.
She’s not like the puck bunnies I usually come across. She’s seductive, and I’m in awe of how she allows her heart and soul to lead. It’s so clear she’s genuine, as she’s not deliberate with her fake moans and ridiculous porn star moves.
My cock is sticking straight from my body. I’m so hard it hurts and the only thing that will soothe it is being inside her.
“Eli. I see you dripping. What are you waiting for?” She coos my name and sings her words. I pounce on her, sliding inside in one thrust. My hands tangle in her hair while I consume her kiss. She gives back exactly what I need, wrapping her legs around my waist, urging me into her with every pump of my hips.
Our groans mix in the room, bouncing off the walls, creating a new song for us to fuck to.
I pull out, needing my mouth on her. I need to know if she’s as sweet as her name. I slide down her body, latching onto her lips, flicking her clit with my tongue fast, then slowing it down and sucking. I lick her, tasting every bit of her cream and yes, she’s as sweet as I imagined.
“Eli,” she moans my name, my hips brushing against the bed, still seeking her heat, but I can’t stop from tasting her either. Reaching up, I pinch her nipple and she breaks. Her legs tighten around my head and I suck with all I have, taking all she’s giving to me. I’ve never wanted to please a woman as much as I want to please her.
Who the fuck am I?They’re supposed to do it forme. They’re supposed to want to get a piece of the bad boy goalie and be on their way.
Flipping her to her belly, I pull her hips up and enter her again in one thrust. She calls out, which only makes me drive into her harder. She pushes back with every strike I give, a reaction to every action.
She reaches under her body and palms my balls that are smacking against her. She rolls them, tugs and tugs again, and it’s all I need to explode.
“Fuck!” I yell, grasping her hips, holding her ass tight against me as I jerk into her pussy, every drop leaving its mark inside her. She soothes me, purring and moaning, and it stirs me back to life.
As I pull out, she turns over and gets on her knees, pushing me to my back. My dick is still semi-hard as she climbs over me. She runs her hands and nails down my chest, tracing each tattoo while slowly grinding on me.