Pucked Up (Pucked 2)

Hear those tires screeching? That’s my brain backing up. “Whoa. Wait. What?” I must have heard that wrong. “Do you mean no one’s ever made you come with their mouth, or no one’s ever gone down on you before?”

“Well . . .” There she goes, twirling her hair around her finger. “I mean, until you no one had made me come, like, ever.”

“What the fuck? You never had an orgasm until me?” Inside my head there’s a stadium of people cheering me on, because that makes me seriously awesome.

Sunny stares at my forehead. “I’ve had orgasms.”

I need more intel. “So what do you mean it’s never happened before? No one’s ever eaten your cookie?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean—God, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I’m embarrassing her. I want to ask more questions about how the hell she managed to have a long-term boyfriend in high school—that’s the information Violet passed on to me from Waters—and never managed to have an orgasm. But I don’t want her to feel bad about it. I do want to find the guy and smack him upside the head—and possibly thank him at the same time. His inadequacy makes me a certifiable god.

I plant an elbow on either side of her ribs and hover over her so we’re face to face. “Yes or no questions only, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’ve had orgasms?”

“Yes.”

“On your own?” I’m clarifying. Also, it’s hot.

“Yes.”

I want to mention how sexy I think that is, but I need to stay on point. “With your fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”

Her cheeks flame. “That’s not a yes or no question.”

That’s definitely a yes. “We’ll come back to that one later. Has anyone else ever gotten you off?” She’s already told me the answer to this question. I’m making one-hundred-percent certain I heard her correctly.

“No.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Really? Like, for real?” I don’t get how that could happen. Or not happen.

“Miller.” She clamps her legs against my sides.

I lean down and kiss the side of her jaw. I also shift my hips, rubbing up on her. “But you’ve had sex before, right?” This better be the case. I haven’t been with a virgin since I was in high school. I’d feel bad if I ended up being the person she gave it up for since I’m about as far from a virgin as a person can get, aside from real hookers.

She ducks her head so the top of her head is tucked under my chin and her nose is at my throat. I like that she’s shy about this stuff. I’m not used to it.

“Sunny?”

Her head moves.

“Is that a yes?” When she bites my collarbone, I press my hips into hers. “You do realize I’m on a mission now, right?”

She releases my skin from her teeth. “What kind of mission?”

“An orgasm mission. I’m gonna make you see stars with my tongue.”

“You can give it a shot.” She says this like she expects it not to happen.

It’s on like motherpucking Donkey Kong now. “Pfft. It’ll happen, baby.”

Now I have a goal. After I get her off with my mouth, I’m gonna try for a real-sex orgasm. I cut the conversation. All the talk is sidetracking me from my objective. I make my way down her body with my mouth, taking a detour across her right hip to her navel. Her muscles tighten as I kiss along that sensitive place between the top of her thigh and her pelvis. Her legs part farther, so I know as much as she’s unsure, she’s also interested in finding out whether I can make good on my promise.

Moving lower, I run my hands up the inside of her thighs and then back down. Hooking a palm behind her knee, I kiss the soft skin there. I glance up on her sharp inhalation, taking in all her long limbs and soft curves.

This is about more than the orgasm; it’s about Sunny and her absolute lack of them. I remember being fourteen with messed-up teeth, wondering if anyone would ever be willing to put their hand on my dick.

Having a complex meant I put extra effort into learning what girls liked. And all that practice paid off; girls went from “friend” to “friend with benefits” real fast. I spent my junior year banging my way through the senior class. I learned a lot from those girls. Specifically, what did and didn’t work. By the time I got drafted I was raking in the Os like a center pulls goals, and it opened up a whole world of bunny love.

Nothing beat the feeling of someone else’s hand, or mouth, or pussy making my dick explode.

I don’t want Sunny to have to go to the bathroom after we get busy and hide out there for an extra five minutes rubbing one out—not that girls actually do that. But it would suck if she had girl blue balls.