Pucked: Pucked Over Part 10

I lick around her nipple, then do that almost-bite thing again. Her jaw snaps shut, and she shifts her hips.

"We're gonna have so much f.u.c.king fun tonight, Lily. You don't even know."

"Oh, I think I might."

I cover her mouth with mine, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I give a little pinch. She shrieks and grips my wrists.

I pull her closer, my lips on her neck, by her ear. "You don't like that?" I bite the lobe and grind my hips against hers.

Any kind of protest dies. Lily latches her legs around my back and does exactly what I expect her to: she starts rubbing on me, all sinew and heat. She takes my face in her hands and pulls me down. My teeth hit her lip, and I taste salt and copper.

"You okay?"

She makes a noise and pushes on my chest, looking around the pristine s.p.a.ce. "Seriously. Why do we always end up in bathrooms?"

"I have no idea. Let's go get naked on the bed, since that's the reason we left the other bathroom."

"Way better plan."

I open the door and hit the light. Lily turns it back on, so I turn it off again. "We're trying to be incognito here, aren't we?"

"But I can't see anything."

"Your eyes will adjust." I lace our fingers and take a few steps toward the bed. At the sound of voices in the hallway I pause; it's Lance and Tash. He sounds p.i.s.sed.

"Is someone fighting?" Lily whispers. She doesn't seem too concerned and starts unb.u.t.toning my dress shirt.

"It's Tash and Lance. Apparently they're banging each other," I whisper back. A door slams, followed by the heavy tread of feet moving away.

"The hot chick who was feeling up your face earlier? The one with the rack?" She's on the fourth b.u.t.ton.

"Tash doesn't have a rack."

"Everyone has a rack compared to me."

I palm her t.i.ts. "See this?"

She glances down. "They were so impressive when I was twelve."

Her nipples peek out between my index and middle fingers. "Your b.o.o.bs are awesome. You don't have to wear a bra, and there isn't even any silicone keeping them up."

"That's because there's nothing to keep up."

I lean in until our lips are almost touching. "Take a f.u.c.king compliment, Lily."

All the bravado drops, and she looks almost innocent. "Sorry. I'm not used to hearing nice things about my b.o.o.bs. Benji used to make fun of my lack of chest."

"That guy is a f.u.c.king idiot." I'm way out of my usual zone. Bunnies aren't self-conscious. I get now why Miller was so adamant about being careful. That ex-boyfriend of hers has done some damage. My job now is to undo what I can without getting too involved.

As it stands, I'm happy to be Lily's rebound. We can have some fun times before she finds a guy who will give her what she needs, which is more than a good dose of c.o.c.k.

She unfastens the last b.u.t.ton on my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. Her teeth press into her lip as I pull the cuffs free and let it drop to the floor. She sighs and runs her palms over my abs to my chest, following a path to my shoulders and then down my arms, lingering on the one with the ink.

"I work out."

"Really? I couldn't tell. Your b.o.o.bs are almost as big as mine."

I grab a pec. "Are you calling these man b.o.o.bs?"

She cups her own bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s and bounces them, then does the same to my chest. "Almost the same."

"That's it. I've had enough of that mouth." I launch us onto the bed, straddle her legs, and run my hands up her sides.

She shrieks and laughs when I find a ticklish spot at her ribs.

I put my mouth next to her ear. "Shh! Someone's gonna hear you and ruin our good time."

She presses her face against my chest, stifling her giggles. I ease her legs apart with my knee and settle between them, my hard-on right where I want it. The easy mood grows heavy, then hot as I smooth my hand up the outside of her thigh, her skirt bunching.

I slide a hand under her a.s.s, feeling satiny fabric. Lily skims my arms with her fingertips, then threads them through my hair, pushing it back so it doesn't tickle her cheeks when I kiss her. We grind up on each other until I'm tired of too many clothes in the way of all the good parts.

I fold back on my knees and Lily sits up, going straight for my belt. I don't stop her. I planned to lose my pants anyway, so there's no harm in her helping out. She gets the buckle undone, pops the b.u.t.ton, and unzips me. Before she can stick her hand in my boxers, I back up and step off the bed.

"Where're you going?" Her hands go immediately to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, covering them.

It bugs me that she does that. "Stop hiding your body from me."

Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, but she eases her hands away from her chest and tucks them under her legs. "Sorry. It's a habit."

"Because of the ex?" She doesn't have to say anything; the way her eyes dart away tells me what I need to know. "If I ever see that guy again I'm going to beat his G.o.dd.a.m.n d.i.c.k off with my hockey stick."

Lily gives a sharp laugh.

Pulling my wallet out, I flip it open and toss a couple of condoms to her.

She catches them and reads the label. "Seriously?"

"Seriously what?" I kick my pants off and lose my socks. I hate s.e.x with socks on.

"Aren't these the big ones?"

"You've had your hand on my d.i.c.k before, that shouldn't be a surprise."

"Feeling and seeing aren't the same thing."

"You don't think so?" I jump on the mattress before Lily can think about turning on one of the bedside lamps. The blinds let in enough illumination that I can see her without having to fumble around.

"'Kay, I'm ready." I get on top of her and start humping, because I'm stupid like that sometimes. And it's funny.

"What're you doing?" She's giggling again. I like that sound a lot.

"Shh. Not so loud."

I roll us to the top of the bed, so we're stuck in the pillows, push the covers halfway down and roll us back, shimmying around until we can slide under them. I make it so Lily's on top, straddling my hips. The top of her dress hangs loose around her waist, and the skirt rides high on her thighs. I sit up, find the zipper and tug it the rest of the way down.

"Lift your arms, gorgeous."

She raises them over her head, and I pull the dress up, purposely brushing her nipples on the way. I'm extra careful; seems like the dress might be fragile, so I don't want to wreck it.

I'm right about the panties; they're definitely satin, or something like it. There's a delicate lace band around all the edges, and they're pale. Pretty. Soft. Exactly like Lily.

I skim her sides, appreciating the narrow lines and fine curves. She's lean and strong. She's got a four-pack going on under that dress. I stick a finger in the waistband of her panties, pulling them back so I can peek inside. It's dark, though, and I can't see much of anything, so I go in a little farther.

"What are you checking for? You've had your fingers in my panties before; you know what's in there."

I glance up, taking in the smug look on her radiant face. "I've had a whole lot more than my fingers in there." I turn my palm to her stomach and slide my hand over smooth, wet, hot skin. "Feels like you visited your waxer."

"Were you hoping for the natural look?"

She's all snark until I rub her c.l.i.t. Then her jaw drops, and she drags in a gasping breath. I push her back so she's lying on the pile of covers between my legs with her head near my feet. The elastic and lace of her panties stretch, and a faint tearing sound makes her grab my wrist.

"Don't ruin my underwear! I just bought them!"

Withdrawing my hand carefully, I lean forward and kiss her stomach. "Did you get them for me?"

"No. I needed new ones."

"I don't think I believe you." I suck on her skin as I go lower.

"That's because your ego is as big as your d.i.c.k." The words come out a little breathless.

"So now you admit I've got a big d.i.c.k?"

"I'd be stupid not to stroke your ma.s.sive ego with your face where it is."

I laugh and kiss my way down to the lace, then shift her body away from mine so I can stay where I am and her p.u.s.s.y is right in my face. I slide my hands under her a.s.s, forcing her to lift her hips. I lick a slow path along where her panties meet the juncture of her thigh.

Lily clutches my shins through the blankets. If not for the covering of fabric, I guarantee her nails would be cutting into skin. She lifts her hips higher, seeking my mouth.

I slip a finger under the material and circle her c.l.i.t with my knuckle. She turns her head toward her shoulder and stifles a moan. I keep circling, kissing the inside of her thigh and sucking like I would if my mouth was where my knuckle is.

Lily bends her knees, her toes curling against my ribs. She hooks her thumbs into her panties and pushes them over her hips. "I don't think we have enough time for all this teasing. Someone's going to notice we're gone. You should probably get in there and do your thing."

I glance up. Her cheeky grin falters a little, and her throat bobs with what could be a nervous swallow, or possibly antic.i.p.ation. "You rushing me?" I ask.

"I'm just saying." She shimmies her panties down a little farther until they hit my nose. "We can always sneak up here again later. It's not like this is going to be the only opportunity. Right?"

"Here's hoping."

Chapter 10.

Do it in the Dark LILY.

Randy tears my underwear off. Just shreds them with his bare hands. Okay, no he doesn't. I asked him not to. But he does stare at me intently as he removes them, slowly. It's almost unnerving. It's also superhot. I'm so naked. There's nothing but skin and his hands. Shadows move across the wall as lights flicker outside, highlighting all the defined, insanely hot muscles flexing in his arms.

Randy's broad shoulders are right between my thighs, and that mouth of his is about to hit my hot spot. I'm so ready. I'm also a little worried about how fast I'm going to come. Everything's already starting to tighten up, and I've got that familiar tingly feeling going on. It's not from the mint-cuc.u.mber wipes, either. I don't want to give him anything else to brag about. He's smug enough as it is.

He smoothes his rough hands over the insides of my thighs. G.o.d, that tattooed arm is s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. I hope those fingers are the ones he puts inside me. Apparently Randy takes me seriously on the time-constraint business; he doesn't bother teasing me anymore. Instead, he lifts my a.s.s and drops his head.

I don't know what I expect. Maybe a little kissy-kiss on the lips first, or one of those flat-stroke test licks, or even a nose rub. That sure isn't what I get. Randy closes his mouth over my c.l.i.t and sucks like he's the black hole of c.u.n.n.i.l.i.n.g.u.s. I have zero control over my body's reaction. I jolt like I've been shocked. And honestly, that's kind of how it feels-like I've been zapped in the v.a.g.i.n.a.

I bow off the bed, fighting to stay at least a little composed. The last time he did this-against a bathroom wall while I was sitting on his shoulders-I couldn't stop the o.r.g.a.s.m from b.i.t.c.h slapping me across the magic marble. Randy lifts me higher and does a crazy swirl thing with his tongue.

I don't have traction anymore; my feet are barely touching the mattress. I find purchase on his thigh and turn my head into the covers so I can groan without letting anyone in the hall know how much I'm enjoying being Randy's dinner, or dessert, or his G.o.dd.a.m.n s.e.x buffet. His teeth graze my c.l.i.t as he resumes sucking. I can't handle it. I'm right at the edge, knocking on o.r.g.a.s.m's door.

"Holy fu-" I bite the side of my hand to stop all the sounds from coming out. That's when the trembling starts. Every single cell in my body is electrified. I wish there was more light. It's mostly shadow where his head is, and his hair keeps tickling my thighs, adding to the sensation. Not that it matters right now-the entire world goes white. The comforter bunches in my hands. I know I'm writhing around, probably making it difficult for him to keep his mouth on me, but I can't help it. It's the best o.r.g.a.s.m I've had in my entire life.

There's movement on the bed that isn't a.s.sociated with my ridiculous thrashing. Randy's legs are no longer on either side of me, under the covers, preventing me from throwing myself off the bed in my o.r.g.a.s.mic zeal. Not to worry, though, now he's right in my face. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and then his lips are on mine: hard, demanding, and oh so hot.

I don't even have time to recover. He finds my wet, swollen c.l.i.t-at least I'm guessing it's swollen based on how much sucking he did-and starts rubbing again. I don't think I've even finished having one o.r.g.a.s.m and already he's inciting another. It's insane.

Just when I'm sure I can't handle any more, he goes low and slides a single finger inside me. After two slow thrusts, he adds a second one. I'd say it's unnecessary preparation, but based on the domes he's packing, I think it might be wise to let him finger-bang me. Besides, who am I to say no to yet another o.r.g.a.s.m? He breaks our kiss and sits back on his knees. Even with the subpar lighting situation, I can see he's tenting his boxers. And yes, he is using the fingers on the tattooed arm to get me off.

I don't know why it's so s.e.xy. I've never been into tattoos before. Or beards. Or man buns. I don't dislike any of the aforementioned accessories, though the tattoos seem like a lot of pain and a substantial commitment. But all that marked skin makes the ride on the o.r.g.a.s.m train that much better. I push up on my arms, hoping to get a better view of what's going on between my legs.

The way Randy's body is positioned makes it more, rather than less, difficult to see what's happening. It's better than no view at all, I suppose. What I really want to do is reach over and hit a bedside lamp, even if it means people will know we're in here. Instead I go for the one other thing I want almost as much as a good visual: Randy's c.o.c.k. It's awkward getting to his boxers, but I'm determined to put my hand on him while he's got his fingers in me. Then maybe I'll give blowing him a try.

As soon as I touch the waistband, Randy grips my wrist-gently but firmly-and shakes his head. "I don't need the distraction."

"Maybe I do." I try again with my other hand, but he swats it away, too.

"You'll get some of that soon enough." He has this dark, intense look on his face.

Then he curls his fingers and hits that spot I have to work so hard to reach on my own. I give up trying to get to his trouser anaconda and let him give me yet another nerve-shattering o.r.g.a.s.m. When I'm done coming, I discover I've been magically repositioned on the bed so my head is on a pillow. Randy runs his hand over the comforter until something crinkles.

He holds up one of the gold foil wrappers. "You still interested in this?"

"Pretty sure that's what I came up here for."

"Are you always this snarky?"