Pucked Up (Pucked 2)

Sunny squeals.

I wink. “I think we’re all excited here.”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods vigorously. “Can you turn around for a sec?”

I’m interested to see what she’s going to do, so I comply. Sunny’s hands start at my waist and skim the outside of my thighs. On the way back up she cups my ass and gives it a squeeze. “You have the nicest man bum in the world,” she says.

I laugh. “Thanks. I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“Mmm. It’s my thing.” She pulls down one side of my briefs. I feel her lips on my ass and then her teeth.

I look over my shoulder. She’s grinning.

“Are you biting my ass?”

She nods, does it again, and then lets my underwear snap back into place. She follows with a smack. “Okay. You can turn around again.”

She’s almost giddy, she’s so excited. I like this side of her. It’s new—well, not really. She’s always fun, but until now it’s been me in the driver’s seat where sex is concerned. Sunny carefully pulls the briefs down, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. My cock springs free, sticking straight out. She pulls them lower, until my balls appear. They’re not nearly as red or swollen as they were before.

“Oh, Miller. Are you sure—”

I don’t even let her finish. “I’m totally fine.”

She wraps her warm fingers around my cock and presses it against my stomach. With her other hand, she gently cups my balls. I don’t know how to describe the feeling. I probably, most definitely shouldn’t be entertaining any of this right now. As good as it feels, it’s also slightly uncomfortable. I’m willing to power through, though.

“Is that okay?”

I groan in response.

Sunny’s grip loosens. I clamp my hand over hers. “It’s good. You’re good. You don’t have to stop.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay.” She’s still for a few beats. “You can let go of my hand now.”

“Oh, right.” I stroke her cheek. She smiles up at me, then goes back to staring at my dick. It’s at face level. I won’t lie. I want her to put it in her mouth. It would be so warm and wet and . . .

Sunny stands. I can’t say I’m not disappointed. If there were ever an ideal scenario in which to get a blowy, it would be here. But I’m happy to take a handy, if that’s what she’s offering, or whatever else is on the table. Still holding on to my dick, Sunny gives it a few slow strokes and kisses my shoulder. Moving lower, she stops at my nipples, doing the same suck-and-nibble thing I did to her. It feels good, and I wonder if it feels better for women than it does for men since their nipples have an actual use apart from being decorative.

Then she goes lower. I don’t want to get excited all over again, but anytime a woman goes lower than nipples, she’s usually planning to go all the way south of the border. I wish I was better prepared than this. I haven’t shaved my balls in over a week. It’s not a jungle, but it could look better. At least I showered before we left camp. I don’t have sweaty balls, but I haven’t had a chance to whack it, so my longevity won’t be stellar.

“Sweets . . .” I don’t know what my reservations are about. My dick has been in a lot of different mouths over the years, but this is different. I’m pretty sure Sunny qualifies as my certified girlfriend now. Girlfriends give their boyfriends blow jobs, just like boyfriends eat their girlfriends’ pussies until they come all over their face. My face. Fuck. I want her mouth on my dick.

She looks up from her spot above my navel. Another inch or two and she’ll be licking the head. “Don’t you want me to?”

It’s almost impossible to read her expression. I can’t tell if she’s concerned, offended, disappointed, scared, or something else.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been fantasizing about this since the day I met you.” I reach down and trace the curve of her pouty bottom lip. She lifts her chin and bites the end of my thumb, then sucks softly.

“Are you too uncomfortable still?” She circles the head with her fingertip, over and over. It feels amazing. Good enough that although the dull ache in my balls occasionally becomes a sharp stabbing pain, I won’t ask her to stop.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”

“I don’t feel obligated.” She kisses below my navel, about three inches away from the base of my cock. “But I’m not very good at this. I wanted to give you fair warning.”

“Not very good? What does that mean?” My first thoughts are not the chivalrous kind.

Her cheeks flush. “I haven’t had a lot of practice.”

“Oh.” I grin. I’m happy about that, and I don’t care if it makes me a jerk. “You can practice on me all you want.” My reassurance doesn’t have the effect I’m hoping for, which is her lips wrapped around my cock. Instead, she looks uncertain. “But only if you want to.”