Forever Pucked (Pucked 4)

She exhales a quick breath, but she doesn’t ask any more questions. Instead she carefully straddles me, trying to stay clear of the healing bruises on my legs. She looks uncertain. I can understand why.

I’m typically a considerate lover, and I make sure I take care of Violet the way she needs. I’m not usually pushy or aggressive unless I’m pissed off—like I was that one time in the locker room. Yet even then I made sure Violet came long before I did, and more than once. But my ability to do even that is limited.

I soften my tone as I make a suggestion. “Why don’t you get yourself ready for me, baby.”

She eases the hand that’s not on my cock between her thighs and rubs her clit, slow at first and then faster. I keep up the mutual stroking, easing up when I’m back to a reasonable level of hardness.

“Finger yourself, Violet.” Again it comes out sounding more like a directive than a polite request.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Waters, sir.” She even salutes me.

She means for it to be snarky; regardless, it definitely helps with the inflation—especially when she pushes the first finger inside and moans my name.

“Careful. The walls aren’t soundproof,” I warn. I don’t need my mom to overhear us.

“Your mom’s on her way to the airport to get your dad.”

I forgot it’s the weekend. “We’re alone?”

She nods and eases in a second finger, whimpering.

“In that case, be as enthusiastic as you want.”

She smiles, and it’s as sweet as it is coy. “Okay.”

She pumps a few times, then circles her clit before sliding a third finger in with the first two. Her hands are much smaller than mine, though, so her three fingers is a lot different than my three fingers.

“Want me to hug the Super MC now?” she asks, a little breathlessly.

“You should use one more finger first.”

She arches a brow. “I’m not sticking my whole hand up there.”

I snort. “I’m not asking you to fist yourself, Violet.”

“Fist myself?” She sounds appalled, even disturbed. “I can handle your endless jokes about getting into my Area 51, because apparently it’s the in thing to do these days, but if you start with other weird requests, I will totally revoke the boob sex.”

I try not to smile too wide. “Weirder than you dressing up my dick?”

“That’s cute, not weird,” Violet says.

She’s still got her fingers where I’m going to be soon and her other hand wrapped around my cock. I squeeze my erection to draw her attention there. “Look at the size of your hands compared to mine.”

She glances at our fingers. “Oh, huh… I guess that makes sense.”

I stroke up, sliding my thumb over the head. Violet follows with her own, and I groan. “You know what, you should take over here, and I’ll take you over.”

“Okay.” She eases her fingers out and links them with her other hand, so both surround my cock. Then she shifts around so I have the access I need. It’s a great visual, and it feels fucking awesome with how slick her hand is.

I circle her clit with a knuckle, savoring her quiet whimper, before I push inside.

“Oh, God, Alex. I love your fingers.”

“Does that feel good?” I already know it does, but I also like hearing it, and I need the ego feed.

“So good.” Her grip on me tightens when I add another finger, and she moans. Loudly.

“It’s a little different than your three fingers, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Her chest is blotchy—the way it gets when the dirty talk turns her on.

“You want me to make you come?”

“Please.”

I curl my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. It’s awkward since it’s my left hand instead of my right, but I use more pressure and rub faster, like she did, to see if it works better than my usual method.

She looks down to where my fingers disappear inside her. “Alex, I’m—oh, holy orgasm!”

Violet bows forward as she groans my name. She’s forced to let go of me when she almost topples over on my chest. She braces a hand on either side of my head, shifting her hips as she fucks my hand. Her face is inches from mine. I can feel each hot pant across my lips as she whispers how good I make her feel and how much she loves my hands and wants my cock.

It’s really hot, and for the first time since this stupid fucking accident, I feel legitimately good. I can still take care of my fiancée like I’m supposed to.

She shudders and sucks my bottom lip softly.

“Was that good?”

She makes a sound that’s probably a word, but her tongue is in my mouth so it’s unintelligible.

“What was that?”

She stops kissing me long enough to say, “I wanna fuck you.”

“Well, you should probably get on my cock, then, shouldn’t you?”