Pucked (Pucked 1)

“That’s a decent consolation prize.”

“I’ve been waiting all night to get my hands and my mouth on you. I doubt I’ll be stopping at one.”

I bend to kiss her shoulder, skimming her sides with my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I whisper.

Violet’s cry is stifled by my neck, which she’s biting. I flick my thumb over her nipple. She makes another noise, louder this time.

“Shh, baby.” I cover her mouth with mine.

“Sorry,” she says after I pull back. “I’ll be quiet.”

“That’s my girl.” I kiss my way from her chin to the valley between her breasts, avoiding her nipples. She arches her back, seeking some kind of relief.

Flicking my tongue over her nipple, I exhale and watch it tighten.

This time Violet muffles a curse. I won’t admit she can probably be as loud as she wants. My parents’ room is on the floor below us at the other end of the hall. It’s unlikely they’ll hear anything. On the off chance Violet gets a little too exuberant I keep that information to myself. We’ve had enough shit go down this weekend.

Still, I’m not being very nice by keeping her legs pinned together. Usually when I’m getting in some boob time, she has the opportunity to grind all over me. Not so right now. She can’t get off without the friction I’m denying.

When her moans turn desperate, I kiss my way down her stomach and part her legs.

“Please, Alex. I just want to come.”

I blow across her clit, and she groans. She clamps a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t stop. Please,” she mumbles from behind her palm.

I’m about ready to be inside her, but she deserves a little torture for the hours of hard-ons I’ve endured this evening. I kiss the skin right above her clit.

She holds onto my hair tightly with her other hand. “Your mouth is made of magic.”

I keep her legs pinned, moving my hands higher, until my thumbs are perilously close to her “freak out” zone. It’s purposeful. Her whole body jerks with the contact. I do it again. Violet moans, loudly.

I stop. As mean as it is, I want her worked up. The more I tease her, the more intense her orgasm should be. The wetter she is, the longer I’ll be able to go. It’s a win-win for both of us.

“What are you doing?” she exclaims in a furious whisper.

“You’re having an awfully hard time being quiet . . .” I edge my thumbs in.

She’s so close to an orgasm she must not notice or care. She lifts her hips, pressing my face into her pussy. I don’t even get to use my fingers before she comes.

Her body shakes with the restraint required to stay silent.

I leave a path of wet kisses from her stomach to her mouth, settling between her thighs. She stills, her eyes fluttering as I press forward. I stay close and move slowly until it isn’t enough for either of us. Grabbing her ass with one hand, I go harder, faster, deeper. Hovering above her, I’m ready to swallow up the sounds I know she won’t be able to hold back.

Violet stiffens as I readjust my grip, and I accidentally graze her “access denied” area.

She digs her nails into my skin and bites my shoulder to muffle her moan. Her pussy clenches so tightly, it’s like my dick is being held in the warmest velvety vice on earth. So, of course, I come like a fucking bulldozer.

I roll us over so Violet is lying on my chest and rub her back while her breathing slows. Aftershocks make her whimper every so often.

“Your fingers were awfully close to the no-go zone.”

“Sorry.” I rub her back. I’m not all that sorry.

She snorts. It’s an exhausted sound. “Liar face.”

“I would never—” I hesitate, trying to decide what exactly I would never do.

If given the chance, would I get up in there? Fuck yeah, eh. Is it likely to happen anytime soon? Not unless I can convince Violet to let me near Never Neverland with my fingers. “It wasn’t intentional.”

“Yeah, right.”

I gather up her hand, bring her fingers to my mouth, and bite her knuckle. “I only ever want to make you feel good.”

“You make it sound so innocent.” She snuggles in and tucks her head under my chin.

This is what I’ve been missing—the easy closeness we share.

Violet drifts off to sleep, but it takes a long while for my mind to turn off. I have figure skating dreams where I can’t catch my partner before she falls. Performance anxiety dreams aren’t uncommon at this point in the season. But these unsettle me, as if my inability to stop my partner’s fall is a mirror for my reality.

I brush it off.

Dreams are just dreams. They don’t mean anything.VIOLETAlex drops me off at the airport, and we make plans to see each other as soon as he returns to Chicago. I sleep all the way home on the plane. I’m exhausted from the weekend of marathon sex. Alex wasn’t lying about his stamina. He’s like a machine, except better because he’s Alex. I wake up from a dream about his penis as the plane is landing. The flight attendant gives me an odd look, so I have to wonder if I’ve been talking in my sleep. Ignorance is probably bliss in this case.