Page 5 of Absolutely Pucked (Punk as Puck #3)

I took a breath, then nodded. “Yeah. I know. And, uh…” I slid off his legs and stood up.

My cock was limp and short, hanging outside of my boxers, and I felt a little sticky.

I reached for the words I wanted to say—to offer him permission, I guess, for him to be freaked-out and leave. But the words wouldn’t come.

“What is it?” he pressed.

I glanced down. “It’s not pretty. All of this.” I waved my hand at my hip and down toward my thigh. My prosthetic held on to my body with the help of a belt wrapped around my waist. “It sometimes freaks people out.”

“I’ve seen something like that before,” he said. His voice was rough again and full of truth. “It won’t bother me.”

I couldn’t trust him, but I wanted to. And frankly, the worst he could do was run out on me, and I’d already been half expecting that anyway. I’d already come, so the only one who would be left wanting was him.

I just didn’t understand why that bothered me so much.

Digging my fingers into the waistband of my jeans, I gripped them, then tugged. It took a second to shimmy them down over the belt, but eventually, they dropped down to the tops of my shoes, and I held myself still.

I wasn’t looking at his face, but I could feel his gaze like it was a physical touch. He was looking me up and down, taking me in. His body was tense, but he’d been tense this entire time, so I wasn’t taking credit for that.

And then came his touch—tentative and careful. His fingers dug into my hip at the top of the belt, then softly traced the edge. “Looks like it hurts.”

“I don’t even notice it anymore,” I lied. I did notice it. All the time. But I’d learned to ignore the sensation of the elastic digging into my skin.

His body shifted as he leaned forward, and then I felt hot lips pressed to my thigh in the small gap between the belt and my prosthetic sleeve.

My breath stuttered in my chest, and I fought back the urge to beg for more because no one ever— ever —touched me there.

Doctors barely did, and only when it was entirely necessary.

No lover had ever been brave enough. Not even the ones with the creepy fetishes.

“Do you want to take this off?”

I swallowed heavily. It would be a first for me.

Something I fantasized about all the time but had never asked for.

I finally made myself look down at him, and his expression was soft.

Curious, maybe, but why wouldn’t he be? He seemed eager, but not in the way that made me feel like I was some kind of experiment.

“You said you’d done this before?”

He laughed, the sound raspy. “No. Not this. I’ve seen an…injury”—he said the word like he was unsure it was the right one—“a lot like this. But I’ve never…it wasn’t someone I wanted to, you know…” He trailed off and stared at me.

“Say it,” I demanded .

His pupils dilated, and his cheeks pinked. “Fuck. Someone I wanted to stuff full of my cock.”

“Jesus.” My hips fucked forward, and my dick grazed his chest. “I guess I feel special?”

He licked his lips and didn’t say anything cheesy like, “You are special, Ford.” Even if that was something I’d been craving to hear. But the look on his face was enough. His hands moved to cradle both my hips, and then his left one began to toy with the Velcro on the side.

“Let me.”

I was pretty sure, in that moment, there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could ask me that I would say no to.

Well…okay. A couple of things. I didn’t want him to spit in my mouth or, I don’t know, shave my head or some shit.

But too many things felt like fair game for the simple fact that he would be asking for them.

Especially this. Especially getting fully naked and letting a stranger see me for the first time in so long.

Nodding, I eased back away from him and pushed his fingers out of the way so I could remove the strap. The belt loosened, then fell away, and my body felt like it was heaving a massive sigh. I didn’t usually get this kind of relief until the end of my day.

My leg was still firmly on my stump, but if I moved, it would loosen. I didn’t have enough limb to keep it in place.

“Hold my shoulders if you need to,” he said softly.

I did. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, and I twisted my body to the side. “Just…roll the sleeve down and set it to the side. It’ll come right off.”

I heard his swallow catch in his throat, and once again, I couldn’t look as he undressed more of me.

My limb felt odd in the open air—I could smell the funky musk of the sock sweat, which was never pleasant, and there was a slight throb where my mass of scars convened as blood began to fill the space at the rounded edge.

“If I touch you?—”

“It won’t hurt,” I said, probably a little too quickly, but I wanted to get this part over with.

“A lot of it is numb.” A lot of it was also severed nerve endings that sparked like lightning anytime they were touched, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

I wanted all of the sensation. The pain, the pleasure, the feeling, the numbness.

I wanted to bask in it all.

He took another loud breath, and just as I felt brave enough to glance down at him, he set one hand at my hip, and the other cupped around the bottom of my limb. His fingers squeezed gently—like it was a stress ball—and it almost made me laugh because I did that shit all the time.

It was a strange comfort, which was even more bizarre because I was also turned the fuck on. His fingers danced over my too-sensitive skin, and then, without warning, he gripped me by the waist and tugged me onto his lap.

I fell too easily, my knee bending and pressing into the cushion beside him. We were less than an inch apart—so close he looked like he had four eyes instead of two.

“I have a confession,” he murmured.

Dangerous words, but I didn’t pull back. “Are you going to tell me you really are a serial killer after all, but you fell madly in love with me like Hannibal and Will?”

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smile without all that hair in the way. “I don’t understand half the things that come out of your mouth. And I don’t believe in love at first sight. Besides…do you really want that?”

“I could make an exception if it means you won’t kill or…probably eat me.”

“ Probably ?”

“Depending on the circumstances and the way you wanted it, I guess I could let you eat me.” I grinned, and he burst into laughter, holding me a little closer.

“If there’s ever a next time,” he started. “But no. I…fuck. I’m…” He pulled away slightly and met my gaze. “I’ve never done this with a man. Not the things I want to do to you. I don’t want to get this wrong.”

I wasn’t entirely surprised. Half his hesitation was definitely about the fact that I was a dude on his lap and not because I was missing a limb. Leaning back, I cradled his face and looked directly into his eyes. “You’re not going to get this wrong.”

He laughed, and the sound was bitter. “Trust me when I say I’m very good at getting things wrong, especially when I have the best intentions. Just…will you let me know if?—”

“Yes,” I said, interrupting him. He was clearly suffering, and that was not what tonight was supposed to be about. Surging forward, I took his mouth in a kiss, my hands shoving into his shaggy hair, holding it tightly. “You’re doing perfectly so far.”

He laughed again, this time softer. Easier. He kissed back with wet, hot tongue, his mouth possessive and demanding. “Tell me what to do next.”

“Fingers,” I said, rocking gently on his lap.

I was hard all over again and feeling overwhelmed and needy.

I wanted him inside me. Filling me. Erasing all the shit I’d been feeling for so long now.

It wouldn’t last, but the reprieve for this little while felt like heaven.

“Lube,” I said into the next kiss. “Two fingers.”

“I can do that.” His kisses grew messy as he let me go and fumbled with the lube packet. He squirted half on his digits, then pulled me closer so my chest was resting against his, and he let two fingers gently massage my hole.

“Fuck, oh fuck. Yes.”

“Yeah?” His mouth got a bit bolder, his teeth nipping my lower lip. “More?”

“More.”

He groaned softly as he pushed, and it was clear he’d at least done this before because it didn’t take him long to have them both inside me, searching for the right angle. He found it, a heavy moan rushing from my chest, and he rocked his erection into my stomach.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice ragged. “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it.” I was so full. His fingers were rough and thick, and the stretch burned in the most delicious way. God, it had been too damn long. “Deeper, please. Can you—uhg. Yeah. Yes.”

He dipped his head and nipped at my neck as his free hand kneaded over my limb. It felt so wildly erotic to be touched all over.

His sharp bite against my pulse made the edges of my vision go white. “You squirm so pretty, Ford. I wanna get my cock inside you.”

“Yeah, Christ.” I shuddered and took a breath. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” Reaching to the side, I found the condoms and grabbed the packet. It took a couple of tries, but I eventually ripped it open and shuffled back to grab his dick. “Let me?”

“Yes, please,” he said. “Just—” He paused when I hesitated, and he met my gaze carefully. “Don’t squeeze too hard. I’m so fucking turned on, and I feel like I’m going to shoot off if you’re not careful.”

Grinning at him, I nodded and took his dick against my palm, giving him a single stroke. His was short but fat and so fucking warm against my skin. It kicked in my grasp and dribbled precome from the tip, and it took everything in me not to lean down and taste him.

Instead, I took a deep breath of his scent, then pressed the condom to the head of his cock and rolled it down. He hissed with pleasure, his hips fucking upward against me as I held him. “Too good,” he groaned.

I kissed the sound of pleasure off his lips as I lifted onto my knee and positioned my ass high in the air. Pressing my chest against his, I pulled back and looked down at him. “Fuck me, Ian.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, then nodded and took his dick, rubbing the tip against my hole. My eyes shut against my will, and it took several breaths for me to be able to calm down and not beg like a wanton whore.

“God, I can feel you,” he said, pushing against me a little harder. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you fucking need it. ”

“I need it. Oh God, please, please . I need it. I need you to fuck my ass. I want it so hard I’ll be able to feel it the next day.”

He grunted, then gripped my hip with one hand, guiding his dick with the other.

With a single breath and a hard push, he was inside me.

His cock stuttered to a halt after an inch, my ass a little unforgiving because it had been too damn long since I’d done anything like this.

But as I forced myself to relax, and with his careful nudging thrusts, he slid another two inches.

It was the best fucking thing I had felt in so long.

“Shit, shit,” he muttered. He was holding my hips now, guiding me in slow circles over his cock. The sensation was damn near overwhelming. He gave another hard thrust, and with that, I was fully seated on his lap.

My breath left my lungs in a hard rush, and I felt a little dizzy as I stared at his face.

He was wild-eyed and barely restrained. I could feel it in the way he gripped me and the way he was shaking.

I could see it in the way his irises had been entirely consumed by his pupils.

I could hear it in the moans lodged in his chest.

He was feeling this as much as I was.

This wasn’t normal. At least, not for me, and I had a feeling this was different for him too.

“Ian.”

He didn’t react or respond other than to keep fucking me, his hips thrusting up, my entire body moving with the force of his own. I grunted, trying to keep up with him, but he seemed lost to it all.

“Ian,” I said again, this time grabbing his face. He gasped, almost like he’d been holding his breath, then looked at me. When I had his attention, I took his hand off my stump and moved it to my dick. “Make me come.”

He let out a trembling exhale, then gripped me, his eyes never moving away from mine. “You feel so fucking good. Do you know that?”

“I’m starting to— uh, uh —to get the idea,” I told him, barely holding back another loud moan.

He began to stroke me, and my head fell backward on the edge of a groan.

Rolling my hips into the motion of his hand, I felt my orgasm beginning to build—hot fire at the base of my spine and deep in the core of my stomach.

The muscle in my stump began to spasm with the tension I was holding. “Harder. Faster.”

He obeyed, wrapping his free arm around me to hold me steady so he could jackhammer his cock deep in my ass.

It hit in all the right spots, and suddenly, the idea of coherent words was too much.

I moaned, feeling slightly feral as I dropped my face into the crook of his neck and took his tendon between my teeth.

“Yeah. I can feel how much you like this. Fuck, Ford. I want to keep you. I’d give up everything to keep you.”

Those words were my undoing. They were words I’d been wanting to hear nearly half my life, and yet, I knew that wasn’t possible.

There was something about him that was off-limits.

I didn’t know what, but it felt a little like my heart was breaking, even as I tumbled over the edge and came all over his stomach.

He moaned loudly as he let my cock go, and it flopped into the mess I’d made as he dug all ten fingers into my ass cheeks and stuttered up deep inside me. His body froze, the room eerily silent for a single breath, and then he dropped backward with a loud “Oh fuck !”

I felt him come. His cock thickened, twitched, and come filled the condom. A small part of me wished he’d fucked me bare. Wished that he’d marked me that way.

I kept that thought to myself as I collapsed on his chest and breathed in the scent of him. It was a little musky now, but I caught that gym-shower scent still lingering. “Fuck, I can’t move.”

He laughed slightly as I felt his cock begin to soften, and he gripped the condom as he slowly pulled out. “Me either.”

“Can I stay like this? Just for a bit?”

He took a long time to answer. Too long. “For a bit.”

It wasn’t the words I wanted, but they were the only ones I was going to get. Closing my eyes, I basked in something that was not for me. A stolen moment. A fantasy.

I didn’t want to let go.