Pucked Up (Pucked 2)

“Three months of daily conversation and me coming to visit, even with parent supervision, should’ve been a dead giveaway.”

“You’d think so.” Sunny leans her head on my arm. “And then there’s the whole Project Sunshine thing.” Her nose brushes my skin, and she presses her lips to my bicep.

I wrap a tendril of her hair around my finger, avoiding eye contact. “There is that.”

“How long have you been putting that together?”

“A while.” I’m definitely not going to be totally honest with her. Not yet. After my first visit to Guelph, I knew I was looking at something more substantial than bunny action. By the time we got to the actual sexing stage, I was trying to figure out how to make the long-distance crap manageable and create a long-term life for us. But we’re not even officially back together, so I’ll keep that to myself until I’ve got some concrete evidence that we’re going to give this a solid shot at being something real.

“How long’s a while?”

“Does it matter? Will it change anything?”

Sunny uncrosses her legs and tucks them under her. “No.”

“So why ask?”

“I’m just curious.” She gets in close and skims my jaw with her fingertips. “You’re an incredible person.”

“Not really.”

“Yes, really.” Her lips hover close to mine.

I’m not sure what’s happening here. We were having a serious conversation and now all of sudden Sunny’s up in my space. At least she’s in jeans and most of her skin is covered, otherwise I’d be screwed.

“Miller.”

“Yeah.”

She settles her palms on either side of my neck. “I missed you.”

“I, uh—”

Her lips touch mine. “I missed talking to you. I missed hearing your voice. I missed knowing you were thinking about me. I missed being with you.”

“I missed all those things, too.”

Sunny slips her tongue into my mouth. I’m guessing this means we’re back together. She straddles my lap and wraps her arms around my shoulders, hands going into my hair.

“Um, Sunny?” I say around her tongue.

“Mmm?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?”

She leans back far enough that her eyes don’t merge into one and she stops looking like a cyclops. “I thought we were done,” she says. “Is there something else you wanted to talk about?”

“Uh . . .”

She rocks her hips, pressing down on the erection forming inside my pants. She moves in to kiss me again.

“What about the distance?”

She skims my cheeks with her fingertips. “We’ll manage.”

“I’ll be traveling a lot after next month,” I say.

“I’ll be done with all my courses at the end of December. I’ll only have my placement left. I can do that anywhere.” Her lips hover over mine. “We don’t have much time before you have to go, Miller. We can talk about that later, can’t we?”

If I’m hearing her correctly, she’s thinking long term, like me. She’s right. We have to leave for the airport soon, so we might as well take advantage of the time we have left.

Her mouth tastes like lemon from the Perrier. She grinds all over me as we kiss and grope and make up for all the time with no words and lots of uncertainty.

As I’m about to pull her shirt over her head, my phone starts beeping. It’s the twenty-minute warning.

“Just ignore it,” Sunny begs.

“I can’t miss my flight.”

“I can be quick.” She pulls her shirt over her head—along with her bra.

I glance at the clock on the wall and then back at her bare chest with faint tan lines and perfect nipples, free of poison ivy. It’s not a lot of time, but it’s enough. I can get her off real fast. We can have frantic makeup sex and next time take it slow.

I yank my shirt over my head. Sunny takes the cue and kicks of her jeans and panties while I shove my pants down to my ankles. This isn’t going to be romantic, but it’s definitely going to feel good. My dick is super fucking excited, along with the rest of me.

As soon as Sunny’s naked, she straddles my lap. We kiss for a minute, rubbing up against each other until my dick is slick and we’re both making sex noises. I need to give her a quick primer before I get in there, so I break the kiss and run a finger over her lips. She parts them and I slip it inside, watching it disappear almost all the way to the third knuckle. I have big fingers. It reminds me of what Sunny looks like with my cock in her mouth.

She holds my wrist and moves to my middle finger, sucking on that one, too. When she’s done giving my fingers head and my dick feels like it’s going to explode, I move my hand between her legs to rub her clit. She sighs, and her eyes close when I push inside. Finding the sweet spot, I flutter my fingers until her mouth drops and she starts making soft, needy sounds.