Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys 2)

He shoves me, and all talk of sex is forgotten as we play fight, trying to knock each other off the couch. I finally get Tripp in a headlock when we both go tumbling to the floor.

“Ah, shit.” Tripp laughs, and I roll us so I’m hovering over him.

I peck his freckled nose. “Will you do it?”

He opens his mouth, then quickly closes it again.

“I can ask that now, can’t I? You said I can ask if we’re fucking, so can I finally know if you top or bottom?”

“I’m versatile.”

“Oh, really …” Immediately, I’m thinking of all the ways we can explore this new development. “Tripp flips.” I snigger. “Dex has sex with Tripp who flips.”

“Yeah, gotta tell you, Dr. Seuss is not a turn-on.”

“You don’t wanna see my green eggs and ham?”

“Gross. What is it tonight with people and euphemisms that don’t even make sense?”

I tilt my head. “Do I want to know?”

“You really don’t.”

Fair enough. If Oskar’s involved, I’ll take Tripp’s word for it. I lean down and kiss him, a long, satisfied hum leaving me as his tongue meets mine. The worst thing about game nights is it means hours without Tripp’s mouth on me.

Tripp’s hands close over my ass, and my hips tilt forward into his. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm. Yes. Definitely. Please.”

He smiles against my lips. “You’re very … enthusiastic.”

“I’ve seen how turned on it makes you when I shove my fingers up there, and … I dunno. There’s something really hot about the thought of your cock filling me.”

He inhales sharply. “Yes, there really is.”

“So you’ll do it? Gonna make love to me, Trippy?”

His eyes shoot wide and meet mine.

“Gonna finally show me some butt love?”

“I’ll show your butt some pent-up sexual frustration.”

“Close enough.” I stand, and I haul Tripp to his feet. I’m not nervous, exactly. It’s more that I’m worried I won’t like it when I really, really want to.

He takes my hand. “Come on, hubby. I’m about to blow your mind.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

We both strip on our way to the bedroom. I’m only wearing sweats and a T-shirt, so I’m buck naked while Tripp is still unbuttoning his shirt. I reach for his suit pants and make quick work of shoving them off; then he’s standing there, erection straining against his boxer briefs, ripped body making my mouth water.

I want to … ungh. “Do you think it’s possible to be a non-cannibal cannibal? Like, I don’t want to actually eat you, but I’m having the biggest urge to bite you right now.”

“Way to make things weird.”

“You’re about to see my asshole. Can things get weirder?”

“Trust me when I say that will be straight-up sexy.”

“Only, not so straight.” I flop back on the bed and then spread my legs, planting my feet on the mattress.

Tripp’s eyes widen, locked on the sight, and then he shoves his boxer briefs down and kicks them off.

My stare zeroes in on his cock. His big, hard cock. Somehow, that thing is going inside me. I stifle a moan and stroke my suddenly needy erection.

“Like I said,” he rasps. “Sexy as fuck.”

“I, umm, showered while you were gone.”

“Yeah?”

“I watched a video on how to prepare things.”

His eyes darken. “You got yourself ready for me?”

“I really wanted it.”

Tripp grabs lube and a condom, then tosses them on the bed before climbing up and covering me. “How are you the way that you are?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before we started this, you had never before … now, you’re … sometimes it feels like you’re jumping into this even faster than me.”

“Well, yeah. It’s you. What reason would I have to hold back?”

Tripp drops his forehead to mine and then starts to kiss his way down my face. He rolls his hips, bringing our dicks together, and I melt into the bed. By the time he gets to my lips, I’m aching for the kiss he gives me. My hands can’t stop roaming over his broad torso, and when I get to his nipples, I squeeze them, and he hisses.

Tripp retaliates by closing his teeth over my lip. I roll him and pinch his ass, so he pulls my hair as we go back and forth wrestling. We’re all soft laughter and deep kisses and rough hands.

Somehow, we end up in the middle of the bed, Tripp on top of me, his delicious, round shoulder hovering over my face. I can’t help leaning forward and closing my teeth over it. I bite him, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sink my teeth in and feel the slight give of his skin. My lips replace my teeth, sucking a bruise into his shoulder, marking him as mine. Only mine.

My husband, my best friend, my everything.

He clicks open the lube as he arches his neck, giving me more access, and then he snakes his arm between us and through my legs until his slippery fingers slip into my crease. I immediately spread my thighs, giving him all the room he needs.