Forever Pucked (Pucked 4)

“I’m not going to last like this,” Alex warns.

“It’s okay,” I groan. I’m close anyway. I reach down and rub the beaver button.

“You want to do it again after the shower?” he pants, speeding up.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, so I nod. His grin is all dimples and primal male satisfaction. He pushes my hand out of the way and takes over the rubbing.

I don’t know how he can do this while he’s still thrusting away. It takes an incredible amount of coordination. It’s like when you’re supposed to pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time. They’re two very discordant actions, so technically it should be impossible. But Alex is super amazing, so he’s able to do both.

The glass keeps fogging up even when I wipe it away, maybe because I’m panting against it, so I look down at Alex’s hand moving furiously between my thighs. He’s on a mission to make me come, bless his generous soul.

I feel it then, the telling warmth that starts as a tingle and evolves into a burn. It comes fast and hits hard.

Alex is considerate enough to keep his arm around my waist to prevent me from mashing my face into the glass. I claw at it anyway, seeking some kind of traction because sweet Jesus, all I can see are stars and galloping unicorns and hazy rainbows.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

Alex doesn’t use excessive profanity. He’s actually quite polite most of the time, but he seems to lose that civilized edge when we have sex—more specifically when I come. I like that he’s so enthusiastic about it.

His fierce concentration tells me he’s getting close. He swipes his arm over the glass to clear the fog.

“I’m not gonna come inside you,” he grunts.

“Why not?”

“Because I still wanna eat your pussy.”

“Good call.” See why I love him? He’s such a planner.

He thrusts twice more and pulls out. Fisting his cock, he turns to the right as I spin and sink to my knees. I open my mouth and point to my boobs, giving him options. His eyes bounce between the two, his indecision obvious. I make the choice for him when I lean forward, wrap my lips around the head, and suck.

Alex swears like a trucker as he comes. I swallow, because it’s more polite than spitting. When he’s done, he drops to his knees and kisses me. He doesn’t invite much in the way of tongue, though—not that I blame him since I now have jizz breath.

“It’s so good to be home,” he says.

I hum in agreement. Alex is the best place in the world to be.3Bad Words

Make TroubleALEXI hate alarms. Especially when I’ve been up half the night having sex. With my fiancée.

Violet groans from under her pillow and slaps around on the nightstand, searching for her phone so she can turn it off. I roll on top of her, grab the device, and hit snooze. Shoving the pillow out of the way, I burrow through her hair until I get to her neck. Kissing her sleep-warm skin, I say, “Don’t go to work today.”

“I can’t not go to work, Alex.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.” I roll my hips against her ass.

Violet makes a noise, like maybe she appreciates where my cock is, and how hard I am, but she says, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I sound whiny. It’s not very manly, but I’ve been without Violet for eight days, and I want time with her. Her working today makes this difficult. I don’t like difficult. I like getting what I want.

Violet elbows me in the ribs, so I do a push-up. She flips over. I try to get a knee between her thighs, but she keeps them pressed together. I’m forced to straddle her instead. My dick rests on her stomach, the head poking her navel.

She runs her fingers over my jaw. “I have client meetings today. Buck needs me to look over some stuff for him, and I have a presentation to prepare for.”

“Can’t you reschedule those and do the rest from home?” I try to sound less petulant, and more like I’m trying to seduce her with the idea.

She exhales through her nose. “No, I can’t. Besides, if I stay home, I won’t get anything done. Then I’ll have to stay late tomorrow, which won’t work because you have a game, and I want to go.”

I sigh, frustrated. She’s not going to give in. I already know it. Violet can be stubborn. I love this about her, but I also hate it, because it means she doesn’t cave for me as much as I’d like her to. “You should just quit.”

She purses her lips and pushes on my chest. When I don’t move she pushes harder. “Get off.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do, but you won’t let me.” I nudge her navel with my cock again.