Pucked Up (Pucked 2)

“I want to. You’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong?”

Unless she’s chewing on it like a cob of corn, it’s difficult to fuck up a blow job. “You’re gonna be perfect.” I’m not spouting BS. All anyone has to do is look at her; she’s this angelic-looking blonde with full, lush lips and gorgeous green eyes. She kisses like she fucks; I’m positive she’ll give head with the same dedicated enthusiasm.

She lowers her mouth to my cock. But she doesn’t just go for it. Nope. Sunny is the best kind of giver. She kisses the tip and brushes it back and forth across her lips, like she does with the ends of her hair. Then she kisses down the shaft and back up before running her tongue around the ridge.

I keep my hands fisted at my sides, taking in the sight and the sensation. Both are incredible. When she engulfs the head, she sucks hard, like my cock’s a lollipop someone’s trying to steal.

I groan at the suction and sift my hand through her hair, ready to guide her mouth.

“Okay?” she asks, the word distorted by my cock.

“Way better than okay.”

No sooner are the words out of my mouth than I feel the distinct press of teeth below the head. My loose grip on her hair tightens reflexively. “Wha—”

Sunny’s eyes lift, and she strokes the underside of my cock with her tongue. Strangely, as panicked as I am over the possibility that she might bite my dick, it feels good.

“Easy,” I murmur.

She grins, and her teeth are replaced by soft suction. Her eyes stay locked on mine the entire time. I can’t imagine anyone telling her she isn’t any good at head.

I’m on the verge of coming, so I ease her off, wanting to save that particular selfish act for another location, if she’s willing to let that happen.

“Was that okay? You didn’t come.”

I sit down on my shorts, which are draped over the log, and lift her so she’s straddling me again. My wet cock rests against the inside of her leg, the head pressed up against the bathing suit material.

“I didn’t come because I didn’t want to.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to?”

I kiss her puffy, wet lips. “I want to be inside you for that. I want your mouth on mine when I come.”

“But it was okay?”

“You were a million times better than okay.”

Her smile is more radiant than a sunrise.

I pull the ties on either hip and the front folds down, exposing her pink slit. I slide a knuckle low, rubbing her clit as we kiss. When she starts making those soft noises, I slip one finger inside her and then another to make sure she’s ready.

And then I remember I don’t have a condom with me.

Again.

Motherpucking fail.CHAPTER TWENTY

LOG RIDEI keep moving my fingers and kissing her, trying to come up with a way to make this work. I wanna get inside her so bad I can taste it. I can smell her, not in some weird creepy way, but my fingers are in her pussy, and she’s wet. I kinda want to go cookie diving for a while, but the log is rough, and there are bugs, so that’ll have to wait until later.

But I can pull out.

Maybe.

No.

I shouldn’t.

Pulling out is a bad idea. That’s how people end up having fourteen kids and being all, “I don’t know how that happened!” Except Sunny told me she’s on the pill. And I saw it in her medicine cabinet when I stayed there last weekend—right between the toothpaste and her face wash.

Sunny’s responsible. She doesn’t forget things like I do. Still, it’d be safer to dome up. I figure I can keep going like this and get her off, then we can go back to the cottage and have some super-gentle sex to avoid prolonging the recovery of my balls.

“Miller.” Sunny’s hand covers mine. She pushes my fingers deeper and shifts her hips, helping me out.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.” She winds her other arm around my neck and bites along my jaw. It’s covered in scruffy, unkempt beard, so I can barely feel her teeth. “I want you in me.”

This is one of the things about Sunny that I appreciate. She doesn’t use trashy words the way the bunnies do, like they’re trying to impress me with sluttiness. Sunny is her sweet self, and she doesn’t try to be a porn star in bed—or on a log in the forest.

“I want the same.” I move my fingers faster and circle her clit with my thumb, trying extra hard to get her off. I don’t want to leave her hanging before I propose going back to the cottage to finish things.

I go with some toned-down dirty talk, because it might help me get her there quicker. “All I could think about this week was how good it was gonna be when I could put my hands on you again. I missed the way your skin tastes.”