Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys 2)

I back up, moving away from him, and then I turn to my bedside drawer. “Because you’re going to watch me as I prep myself.”

“I don’t get to do that part?”

“Not this time. But when we don’t have to rush to get to practice, you can take your time doing whatever you want to me. This needs to be fast.” I reach into my drawer and pull out lube and a toy I keep there for nights my hand isn’t enough.

When I turn, Dex’s eyes are locked on the dildo in my hand.

“I have to sit here and watch you use … that?”

“Yep.”

“I’m not allowed to help?”

“Nope.”

“Can I at least touch myself?”

“Hmm. I want to say no, just so by the time I’m ready, you’re going to be aching for me.”

He palms his cock. “I’m already there.”

I watch as he strokes himself slowly, and I want to drop to my knees and worship his dick with my tongue, but I remind myself about the time constraint. I want him inside me for as long as possible before we need to clean up and head to practice.

“Save it for when I’m ready,” I say, and his hand immediately stops.

I turn and kneel on the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide, but then I decide to give him a show after all.

A strangled groan comes from behind me when I widen my legs and shift so my feet are hanging off each side of the bed in a full split.

“That is sexy,” Dex says, voice rough.

“Only about to get sexier.”

I can’t help smiling as I cover the dildo in lube. Leaning forward and resting one hand on the mattress, I reach behind me and place the head of the toy at my entrance.

“You’re not even going to use your fingers first?” Dex asks.

“This will be faster.” I’ve had more than enough anal to know how to relax and let it happen, but I go slow anyway. Mainly because of the sounds coming from Dex.

There’s a sharp intake of breath, a groan that seems to get stuck in the back of his throat, and by the time the dildo fills me up, his breathing is harsh and panting.

“If I look over my shoulder, you better not be touching yourself,” I warn. When I do turn my head, he quickly moves his hand away. “I’m going to have to keep my eye on you.” Not that I can in this position.

I rest my free hand on the mattress in front of me while I begin to fuck myself with the dildo.

“Tripp,” Dex whines, and I wish I could look at him and see the desperation in his eyes, but I can’t like this. “Please let me touch myself.”

“Wouldn’t you rather touch me instead?”

“Are you ready?”

“Not yet, but come here.”

Dex stands, and I can just picture his defined muscles all taut and mouthwatering. When he steps up behind me, I sit up and reach behind my head to grip him around the neck. His front pushes against my back, his hard cock digging into my spine, and I let out a breathy “Kiss me.”

He leans over me, diving deep with his tongue, and then his hand wraps around my cock and gives me two hard pumps. The dildo brushes my prostate, and I can’t help moaning into Dex’s mouth.

“I’m ready.” I blindly reach for the lube on the bed to pass back to him. “Use this, and then fuck me.”

The sound of the lube cap opening echoes through the room. I keep pumping the toy in and out of me, making sure I’m stretched enough for him, and then his slick cock runs along my ass cheek while his hand closes over mine.

“Let me.”

I let the toy go, and he moves it in and out of me a couple more times. When he pulls it out, I readjust myself so I’m back on my knees to give him easier access.

I lean forward to put my hands on the mattress, but his arm comes under mine and across my chest, holding me up.

Dex nips my ear. “I want you against me.”

In one swift move, his cock fills me, sparking pain and pleasure inside me all at once. My head lolls back and rests against Dex’s shoulder.

Every time Dex and I share anything that’s more than platonic, I get this overwhelming sense that it’s not really happening. Then a small part of me freaks out that it’s all going to go away, which only makes me want to hold on tighter. Kiss him harder.

I cherish every move he makes, the way he’s embracing me and supporting me while slowly waiting for me to adjust. His thrusts are small and languid even though his body is coiled tight.

I want him to unleash on me, but at the same time, right here, in the calm before the storm, we’re just … one. It doesn’t take long for Dex to become impatient. He moves faster, his grip becomes tighter, and when I tell him to let go, he doesn’t hesitate to push me down face-first onto the bed.