Pucked Up (Pucked 2)

She runs her fingers through my hair, gripping it hard. Her tongue slides against mine aggressively. I don’t try to take over or tone it down, but let her have whatever she needs from me. Plus, it’s hot. She fumbles with her bikini top, pulling at the string around her neck, and then the one around her back. It drops to the ground beside us.

I cup her breasts. The first thing I notice is the almost complete absence of tan lines. Freckles dot the swells. “Have you been tanning topless?”

Sunny bites her lip. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“We were in the middle of nowhere. It’s not like anyone could see us.” She massages my scalp, as if it’s going to distract me.

“What about Kale?”

“He’s seen my boobs before. Not like it’s anything new.” When all I do is blink, she purses her lips. “Your penis was all over the Internet for everyone in the world to see.” After another short pause she tacks on, “I only sunbathed topless when he was napping.”

“Are you saying that so I don’t punch him out?” I sweep my thumbs over her nipples.

“No.” She’s breathy now. “Besides, he thinks they’re too small.”

“That guy is a fucking idiot.” I press a tiny kiss to her left nipple.

I make a sound that’s mostly a growl and close my lips around that warm, pink skin. Then I add a little teeth.

Sunny’s eyes go wide. “Miller!”

“Just playing, baby.” I go back to sucking.

“You can do that again.” She arches her back, pushing her chest out.

I release her nipple. “Do what again?”

“Make that sound and use your teeth.” She runs her hands down my biceps and over my forearms until she’s covering my hands with hers.

“You like that, eh?” I make the same deep noise and take her nipple between my teeth, but I don’t use any pressure. When I can tell she’s getting impatient, I suck her entire nipple into my mouth and bite very, very gently.

I’m rewarded with an amazing moan. It scares the birds above us, sending them fluttering away. I do it again, and then move to the other breast, giving it the same level of attention. I’m not sure how far we’re going to take things right now, but I’m having fun making Sunny feel good.

After a few more minutes of making out, Sunny shimmies away in my lap and pops the button on my shorts. I hold her hips to keep her steady, not that she needs me to, Sunny’s a tight body of perfectly proportioned muscle. Her balance is incredible.

“You’re wearing underwear.”

“I’m trying something new.”

“Hmm. I like the color . . .” She fingers the red band.

I catch her before she can slip a hand inside. “Uh . . . go easy, ’kay? Things are tender after my run-in with the spider.”

“My poor baby.” She does that thing where she cups my chin and the heel of her palm rests above my Adam’s apple. Then she presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s weird how much I like that. “You tell me if it’s too much.”

“I can handle it, as long as you’re gentle.”

She pulls the band back and peeks inside. I’m hard. “He looks okay.”

“You can touch him if you want to make sure.”

She strokes the head with a fingertip. It feels awesome—so much better than the few times I jerked it in the shower this week, and it’s just the tip of her finger. I can’t wait for her entire palm to be wrapped around my cock. Or any other part of her body she wants to wrap around it. Except for her armpit. That’s where I draw the line.

“I think it’d be easier if you were naked,” she says, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.

“Sure. I’m good with that.”

Sunny moves off my lap, her legs parted over the sides of the fallen tree like she’s riding a log-horse. I step out of my shorts and lay them on the log so my already-sore balls won’t scrape against bark. It’s moss-covered, but still. I’m not interested in another spider bite on top of the one I’ve already suffered; my balls might actually explode this time.

I hook my thumbs into the waist of my briefs. Sunny puts her hands up in the air and waves them around. “Oh! Wait!”

For a second I think she’s changed her mind.

“I want to take them off.” She bites the tip of one of her fingers. “If that’s okay with you.”

This woman might as well put a collar on my dick and walk it around with a leash, because she owns me. “You do whatever makes you feel good.”

I straddle the log and stand in front of her, hands at my sides. Sunny takes a deep breath, preparing for the unveiling of my cock, I guess. I’m not sure why it’s so momentous. She’s seen it before. Touched it before. Had it inside her before. All the mental images accompanying these thoughts make my dick kick behind the confining fabric.