Pucked: Pucked Over Part 32

"I don't know if this is a good idea." He grits his teeth and closes his eyes, exhaling a long breath.

"You think me sucking you off is a bad idea?" I'm glad it's dark, because I'm blushing at my own words.

Randy groans.

I drop a wet kiss on his scar. Instead of pushing his boxers farther down, I brush my nose along the length of his semi-hard erection through the material. When I reach the head I press my tongue against the cotton and suck. Randy's abs tighten, and his hands flex by his hips.

I repeat the same series of motions, eventually slipping my fingers into the pocket to touch him. This time he doesn't protest as I push the waistband down a little farther and follow the scar. It stops abruptly a few inches from his pelvis.

"Lily." Randy reaches for me.

I take his hand before he can take mine. I bite his knuckle, then kiss it, licking his finger-mimicking what I plan to do to his c.o.c.k. If he'll let me.

"Please, Randy?" I lay my cheek on the damp fabric, right over his erection.

The noise he makes is pained, but he slips his thumb into my mouth, so I swirl my tongue around it. I push his boxers down again until the head peeks out. Keeping my eyes on his, I kiss the tip.

Randy exhales a shuddering breath, and his eyes flutter closed. I do what I did to his thumb, swirling with my tongue. At the shift of his hips, I cover the head with my mouth, applying the gentlest of suction.

"Oh, s.h.i.t."

I pop off. "Is that okay?"

Randy nods.

"I can do it again?"

"Yeah. That'd be great."

I repeat the same kiss, swirl, suck pattern a few times before I ask, "Can I take these off now?"

His expression is heartbreaking. It's obvious he wants to say yes, but he's afraid to. Someone must've done or said something awful to him. His lids close in what looks like resignation, so I whisper, "Eyes on me, baby."

They flip open, locking on me as I slowly move his boxers over his hips. I put my lips to his skin and keep the connection. Randy's semi-hard erection jumps on his stomach.

I glance down. Even in the dim light I can see very clearly the scar that cuts across his lower abdomen. There's a two-inch gap on his stomach where the scar ceases to exist.

And that's when I notice the very pale, very significant scar slicing a line across the center of his c.o.c.k. My eyes flip back up to find him staring at me intently. It's like he expects me to freak out or something.

I'm not going to lie, my stomach twists. I'm not repulsed, though; I'm stunned. This injury was caused by a skate. And based on the damage, I'm going to have to a.s.sume Randy's lucky to have everything still attached to his body. It's a d.a.m.n miracle it still works.

Returning my gaze to his, I grip his c.o.c.k and press a soft kiss to the top of the scar on his hip. I don't have to look at it to feel it beneath my lips. I keep kissing until my chin b.u.mps his c.o.c.k. Then I glance down.

I don't want to think too much about how horrible it must have been. The line across his c.o.c.k looks like a frown. I press my lips to it, and Randy shudders. "Does that feel okay?" I whisper against the soft skin.

"Yeah." Randy clears his throat. His hands are fists again.

This time I part my lips and stroke the shaft with my tongue. Randy grunts, which I take as a good sign. His c.o.c.k throbs in my hand, growing a little.

I keep kissing, moving from base to tip. Circling the head with my tongue, I make my way back down. The frown has become a straight line. He's harder now, too.

On my next trip up, I take in the entire head. He keeps growing, getting harder with each shallow stroke. I pop off and lick around the head, then down the shaft again. I think he might be fully hard now. He feels pretty d.a.m.n solid.

I take him back in my mouth and keep going until the head hits the back of my throat. Randy shoves his hand in my hair. I pause and meet his hot gaze.

"Okay?" I ask with a mouthful of c.o.c.k.

He seems to understand. "So f.u.c.king good," he rasps.

I smile as much as I can with a d.i.c.k in my mouth.

Chapter 23.

Reverse b.l.o.w.j.o.bology RANDY.

Lily's mouth is bliss. Those luscious lips are stretched around my c.o.c.k, and she's sucking like a G.o.dd.a.m.n champion. I can't take my eyes off her as she lets me guide her.

She moans, and the sound vibrates through my body. I keep going-deeper, harder, faster-and she doesn't seem to mind one bit. She strokes the shaft and cups my b.a.l.l.s. The sensation is way more intense than I ever remember it being, although it's been a lot of years since I had a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b, so my memories are vague at best.

I'm getting close to coming, faster than usual. One of the perks of having nearly lost half my d.i.c.k is that I can go for a long time thanks to some loss of sensation. But right now, watching Lily's mouth makes everything hypersensitive.

"Lily, baby, I'm gonna come soon." I figure I should warn her so she can make a decision about where she wants that to happen.

Her gaze flips up to mine, and she takes me deeper, sucking harder. I can't take it anymore. The o.r.g.a.s.m checks me to the boards. I shudder violently with the sensation. Lily swallows, G.o.d bless her, which makes it even better.

When I'm finally done, she slowly eases off. The cold air is a shock. Lily runs a gentle finger across my c.o.c.k. She must be touching the scar, because the sensation is muted.

She giggles.

"What's funny?"

She rests her head on my hip. "Did you know when you're soft your scar looks like a frown, but when you're hard it's a smile?"

"What?"

"The scar makes your c.o.c.k look happy when it's hard."

I bark out a laugh.

She crawls up my body and kisses me on the cheek. "Thanks for letting me do that."

"You're thanking me for letting you blow my f.u.c.ked-up d.i.c.k?"

"It's not f.u.c.ked up."

"It sure isn't pretty."

Lily c.o.c.ks her head to the side. "Says who? It makes you super bada.s.s."

"You think?"

"Mmm-hmmm." She circles my nipple with her fingertip. "That must have been so painful."

"It was."

"You don't have to talk about it."

"It's fine. It's an old hockey injury. We were kids messing around on the lake. I got into it with a guy a couple years older than me. I wasn't wearing a cup, and, well, I almost had my d.i.c.k decapitated."

"That must've been awful. How old were you?"

"Eleven."

"Oh, G.o.d. That would be traumatizing."

"I was pretty scared I was going to end up with half a d.i.c.k."

She snorts. "Your half is most people's average."

"I'm glad I have all of it."

I run a hand up and down her spine, thinking about how things went down after the accident. "Surgery was brutal. My mom stayed at the hospital the entire time 'cause my dad was away. He only came to see me once, and he freaked out. He was less worried about my feelings about the injury and more concerned about how it was going to impact my ability to play hockey. When I got out of the hospital, my dad had moved out."

Lily lifts her head from my chest, her disgust almost soothing. "What?"

"It wasn't because of what happened." I look up at the ceiling. I don't know why I'm telling her this, but I want to. "He had a hard time not putting his d.i.c.k where it didn't belong when he was away. I think my mom had had enough. My accident was a good reason to finally put an end to it."

"I'm so sorry. That must have been tough."

"He was away a lot, so I didn't see much of him, anyway. Things were a lot less stressful once he was out of the picture." I put my arm around Lily and roll her over so she's under me. I don't know how this conversation got so serious, or why I feel compelled to tell her all this personal s.h.i.t. It's not something I usually do, but then, b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs are also unusual. "We're supposed to be having fun, aren't we?"

"I thought we were having fun." She runs her fingers through my hair.

"We should have more." I cover her mouth with mine. Then I make her come with my mouth before I get inside her like I've wanted to for the past two weeks. Usually I keep my eyes on hers when I come, but this time I have to bury my face against her neck. It's just too much.

The next day I hijack her from Waters' house and take her back to my place. We spend the entire day s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g our brains out. Lily blows me in the shower and again in the living room while I'm trying to watch sports highlights. I feel like I'm making up for all the missed years of BJs in one week.

I don't get to keep her the entire time she's here, which sucks, but the time we do have is awesome-and we're not always naked. Although, we are naked a lot. Two days before I'm scheduled to leave for the next away game, I get a message from Miller saying Waters booked ice time, and we need to get our a.s.ses in gear. And to bring Lily along.

We're in bed. Lily's lounging on my chest, flipping aimlessly through channels. She's naked. As is my preference.

"You brought skates with you to Chicago, right?" I ask, skimming the contour of her hip. The thought of her in one of her skating outfits makes me instantly hard. I tent the sheets.

Lily pulls the covers off my d.i.c.k, and he springs free, sticking straight up. Well, mostly straight. I've got a curve from the scar.

"I have a spare pair at Sunny's. Why?" Lily circles the head with her fingertip, watching it jump. She thinks my scar is s.e.xy. It's interesting how one person's reaction could change my perspective so quickly. She kisses from my neck to my chin.

"Because we're going skating."

She pauses in her mission to get her tongue back in my mouth. "Why would we do that when we can get our exercise here? We're supposed to be f.u.c.king our faces off."

I chuckle. "Waters scored a couple hours of ice time today. Miller and Sunny are gonna be there. It'll be fun to do something other than get naked."

"Naked is the most fun."

"We'll do that again later." I attempt to roll off the bed, but Lily throws her leg over mine.

"Fine, but we're already naked, and you're hard, so we should do something about it before we go anywhere. Otherwise you'll embarra.s.s yourself with this."

She strokes me a couple of times. I nab the box of condoms from the dresser and shake one out on the bed. Lily tears it open and rolls it on. I flip her over on her back, get inside her, and make her come like I always do.

Afterwards, we get dressed. I convince Lily to wear one of her skating outfits because I think they're hot. We're about twenty minutes later than we should be getting to the rink. But Waters rented it for two hours, so we've got plenty of time. Miller told me Waters wants to teach Violet how to skate, and he figured this would be the only way it would happen.

When we get there, Waters and Westinghouse are already on the ice with Sunny and Charlene. Lily's quick to get her skates on and hit the rink. Violet's sitting on the bench with Miller, who's adjusting his skates.

"Hey, man, you're late." He gives me props. "Once Vi gets the hang of things, we're gonna play girls against guys."

Violet snorts. "On a cold day in h.e.l.l."

"You'll be fine. It's easy. You're marrying a hockey player. You have to learn how to skate."

"Aren't there skates with double blades on them? Can't I learn on those?"

"Those are for toddlers, Vi. They don't make them in your size." Miller pats her on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. Come on. Let's do this."

"Give me a minute. I'm psyching myself up."

"That's what you've been saying for the last twenty."

"This takes a lot of psyching, Buck." She taps her temple, then motions to her feet. "I'm wearing a set of blades. On my feet. It's dangerous. Someone could die."

"No one's gonna die."

"I could lacerate someone."

Miller looks at me and cringes.

"Maybe we should all wear cups," I say, mostly joking.