Page 75 of Puck Your Friend

They climb back onto the bed around me. Logan settles at my left, Ford at my right. Wes drops in at the head of the bed, but off to my right so that there’s room for me to lie back.

Jace kneels in front of me. His hand lifts, fingers brushing my cheek as he closes the space between us. He presses forward, lowering me onto my back. One hand still cups my face; the other braces beside my ribs.

Reaching out, I run my hands over his shoulders and along his chest, trying to calm his nerves. It’s the first time for all of us tonight.

He tries to line up, but he misses, and I wince. He tries again. I bite my lip to keep from making a noise of discomfort.

He swallows hard and meets my gaze. “Help me?”

My heart hammers and I laugh. “I don’t know if I’ll be much better, to be honest, but I’ll try.” Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I run the tip of his head along my slit, and he groans, until it nudges against my opening. “There.” I let go, and he replaces my grip with his.

He looks at me. “Let me know if you need to stop or if it hurts, okay?”

I nod, too anxious to form words.

Leaning over me on one arm, he licks his lips as he slowly thrusts forward. My eyes widen at the sensation. He’s not the girthiest of them, but he still stretches me, pulling a moan from deep in my chest. This is what I’ve been craving but couldn’t put into words.

He gasps. Fingers tense against the sheets beside my ribs. His hips stay close, pushing in, inch by inch.

“You feel…” He presses his forehead to mine as a shudder wracks his shoulders. “Fuck.”

My hands trail down his back, tracing the lines of muscle.“It feels good.”

He keeps moving, slow and careful, cock dragging across nerves I’ve never felt before.

For a moment, his pace falters. My legs lift, wrapping around his waist. I run my hands over his shoulders. “Harder, please. I can take it.”

His grip shifts. One hand braces near my head, the other finds my thigh, pushing it higher up his back. I move the other to match.

I whimper as he pulls almost all the way out. My walls chase him, desperate to keep him.

He slams back into me. My toes curl. “Yes!”

The slap of skin on skin echoes off the walls as his rhythm builds fast.He pounds harder, relentless.

I clutch his shoulders and match his tempo. I clamp down around him, breath hitching with every thrust. Moans rise up my throat.

He groans above me. “You’re perfect.” His head tilts back.

“Don’t stop. Don’t hold back.” I can barely get the words out between moans.

He peers down at me, hips still fucking into me. “Want to try something? I think you might like it, because I fucking love it.”

I smile. “If you love it, I want to try it.”

In a flash, he rolls us, and it takes me a second to realize I’m on top of him, thighs around his hips, and he’s still inside me.

How did it get even better?

The new angle drags him deeper. My body clenches, but the stretch is good. Better than good.

He grips my waist to steady me. “Roll your hips like an O shape.”

I need a moment to picture it, but then I try, rolling my hips in a circle. I moan. I like controlling where he hits and how hard. I brace a hand on his chest and rise, then drop back down, trying that, too. “God, that feels so good.”

He lets out a laugh that stutters into a moan as his back arches toward me, and he thrusts up hard. “Damn right it does. I thought you might want to see what it was like to be on top.”

“Thanks for the consideration,” I gasp as I pin him with my hips and move them in quick forward and back motions that hit a spot that sends sparks up my spine.