Pucked Up

“No.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Really? Like, for real?” I don’t get how that could happen. Or not happen.

“Miller.” She clamps her legs against my sides.

I lean down and kiss the side of her jaw. I also shift my hips, rubbing up on her. “But you’ve had sex before, right?” This better be the case. I haven’t been with a virgin since I was in high school. I’d feel bad if I ended up being the person she gave it up for since I’m about as far from a virgin as a person can get, aside from real hookers.

She ducks her head so the top of her head is tucked under my chin and her nose is at my throat. I like that she’s shy about this stuff. I’m not used to it.

“Su

Her head moves.

“Is that a yes?” When she bites my collarbone, I press my hips into hers. “You do realize I’m on a mission now, right?”

She releases my skin from her teeth. “What kind of mission?”

“An orgasm mission. I’m go

“You can give it a shot.” She says this like she expects it not to happen.

It’s on like motherpucking Donkey Kong now. “Pfft. It’ll happen, baby.”

Now I have a goal. After I get her off with my mouth, I’m go

Moving lower, I run my hands up the inside of her thighs and then back down. Hooking a palm behind her knee, I kiss the soft skin there. I glance up on her sharp inhalation, taking in all her long limbs and soft curves.

This is about more than the orgasm; it’s about Su

Having a complex meant I put extra effort into learning what girls liked. And all that practice paid off; girls went from “friend” to “friend with benefits” real fast. I spent my junior year banging my way through the senior class. I learned a lot from those girls. Specifically, what did and didn’t work. By the time I got drafted I was raking in the Os like a center pulls goals, and it opened up a whole world of bu

Nothing beat the feeling of someone else’s hand, or mouth, or pussy making my dick explode.

I don’t want Su

I take things slow at first, starting at her knee and kissing my way higher. I pay special attention to her moans and the way her hips shift to help me gauge what she likes. After a few minutes of teasing, I move over an inch and nibble right at the juncture between her thigh and her pussy. Her clit is peeking out, all swollen and looking to be licked, so I do.

“Oh my God.” Su

“Too much?” I prop myself up on my elbows and put a palm on the inside of her thighs to keep them open.

“Yes. No. I’m not sure.”

“Should I try that again?”

“Okay.” She nods vigorously. “Please.”

“Cool.” I dive back in, but keep my eyes on her as I give her clit a kiss. She doesn’t try to vice-grip my head with her thighs this time, so I press my tongue flat against her and lick up, real slow. Her brow furrows and her mouth drops open.

“You tell me if it’s too much, ’kay?”

“It’s not too much. It’s incrawsome.”

“Is that good?”

“Sorry.” She sucks in a deep breath. “I meant to say awesome or incredible, but it came out as one word.”

“Nice. I like it.” I drop my head and get back to business, sucking and licking and nibbling, taking my cues based on how much she wants to decapitate me with her thighs. My forearms are getting a serious workout from holding them open.

I can tell from the way she’s gripping my hair and her toes curling at my ribs that she’s getting close. I suck on her clit and slip two fingers inside her, glancing up to see her eyes roll back.

“How’s that feel, Su

“Gooooood.”

I do it again. “Just good?”

“So good?”

“You tell me when it’s amazing.” I watch her face as I move my fingers faster and suck harder.

“Oh . . . that’s—” She throws her head back, and a needy whimper escapes.

“How’s that now?”

“Amazing.”

“If I keep it up, you think you’re go

Her nod is frantic. She keeps one hand in my hair, the other grips the sheets. All of a sudden her eyes pop open and her mouth drops. Her shock as her whole body tenses is the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.

“Ride it out, baby.”

She keeps her eyes on me while she does just that. I give her one more courtesy finger curl, in case of residual orgasm shocks. She shudders, then goes loose again.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I kiss my way up her body. She’s breathing hard, and her entire body is limp. I sweep a few strands of damp hair away from her face and wait for her to open her eyes.

“Hi.”

She gives me a dopey smile. “Hi.”

“Was that fun?”

Su

“How you feeling?” I ask when her eyes finally stay open.

“So relaxed. It’s so much better when it’s someone else doing all the work.”

I laugh. “Right?”

“Your mouth is made of awesome.”

“You think so?”

“Totally made of awesome.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My cock is nestled right where my mouth was a minute ago. I’m so damn hard right now. My balls are back to being achy.

Su

“Mm-hmm.”

She sucks my top lip this time. “Do you like that? The way I taste?”

Coming from someone else’s mouth, that might sound dirty, or warrant a dirty response, but this is Su

“I love the way you taste. I’ll go down on you whenever you want.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

“Like, if I asked you to do it again right now, you would?”

“You want me to, and I will.”

“You’re serious.” She looks baffled.

“For fucking right I’m serious.” I make a move to head back down, but she tightens her legs around my waist.

“You can eat me again later.”

“Oh, I plan to, baby.”

She ends the conversation with her tongue in my mouth again.

Eventually her hands start to wander. She pushes my shorts over my hips. The waistband gets caught on the head of my cock, but we manage to wrestle him free.

As soon as I’m naked, we line everything up so we’re playing slip ‘n’ slide with my cock. She’s so wet and hot and soft. Holy chocolate-covered Jesus popsicles, I want to get in there so bad.

But I don’t tell her that. Instead I push up on my arms, which nestles my dick in even snugger. “We don’t have to have sex.”

I’m serious. I want it, but I don’t expect it. I’d be happy with a blow job. Okay. That’s bullshit. I’d much rather have hot, sweaty sex with Su

For a long moment we stare at each other, not moving. I try not to focus on the absence of friction. Instead I study her face the same way I would the offense when I’m figuring out the next play. There’s a flash of uncertainty. That’s all I need. Just a hint that she’s not sure she wants this, so I back off.

Su