Page 21 of Don't Puck Up

Disappointment buzzed inside me, and I slowed my pace. I wanted the chase, not to outrun him.

“Kam, come,” Chris urged. “Not much farther.”

“He’s gone.” I slowed down even more, coming to a stop on the beach.

“He’s there. I can feel his eyes on me.” Chris looked around and licked his lips.

There was a flash of red in the forest nearby, and I gasped, excitement pooling low in my belly again. He was right there. Less than a hundred feet separated us.

“Head to the bure,” Chris suggested, and we started running again.

We hit the stairs leading to the back patio at speed, burning past the plunge pool and dodging around the heavy furniture. Chris yanked open the glass sliding door, and we piled inside, slamming the door closed after us. My chest heaved, and I let out a laugh, high on the chase.

Then the room was awash in red.

I screamed and reached for Chris, needing to hold onto something. We’d been ahead of him. How did he get here first? Was there more than one person chasing us?

Chris didn’t hesitate, stepping between us and tucking me behind him. I gripped his T-shirt and buried my face against his back. I was trembling, the fright scaring me half to death. Every muscle in Chris’s body was locked tight, ready to go down fighting.

“So protective, boy,” Vigilante commended, and I immediately relaxed. I knew that raspy voice. “Whose hole should I fuck first tonight? Hmm?”

Chris inhaled sharply, and I felt his heart rate increase against the cheek I had pressed to his back. His hand tightened against my side, the way it did when he was excited.

“Chris's” popped out my mouth before I could stop myself. “Fuck his ass again while I sit on his face.” I peeked out from behind Chris to see him lick his lips and palm his hard cock.

“Mmm, I like the way you think, sweet thing.” He gestured to us with a wiggle of his fingers. “Get naked.”

I obeyed without hesitation, ripping off the loose summer dress I’d been wearing sans underwear.

“Dirty girl,” Vigilante praised, and I could almost see the smile lifting his lips under that carbon fiber neon mask he wore.

“I hoped we’d see you again,” I admitted, my voice breathy. A shiver passed over my naked skin, the breeze from the fan in the room as effective at cooling me as the ocean wind had been two nights earlier.

“And you’re volunteering your husband’s hole for my dick. Laudable.”

“I loved watching you fuck him.” I licked my lips and watched as my husband kicked away the last of his clothing. “I loved seeing how strong and sexy he was, taking your dick.”

“Agreed. I loved watching my cock slide into that perfect ass of his.” He stepped forward and ran his hand down Chris’s flat belly and gripped his straining cock, then pumped him slowly. “Giving me his ass was a gift.” Vigilante took Chris’s hand in his other and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. “This is for the two of you. Feel how hard you make me.”

Chris nodded and swallowed hard.

“Good. Now take me out and suck me.”

I fell to my knees alongside Chris as he tugged open the button on Vigilante’s jeans and lowered the zipper. He was going commando, and the knowledge ramped up the desire pinging through my veins.

He had a magnificent cock. A good six or seven inches—nothing so long that he rearranged my tonsils when he was fucking me—but thick enough that I could feel him for days.

Vigilante pulled a condom from his coat pocket and handed it to me. “Put it on me, Kamirah, and show me how much you want me to fuck your husband.”

I slipped the packet onto the bed behind me instead and reached for his cock with my other hand. “I’d rather taste you than latex.”

He moaned, and a pearl of precum pooled at his slit. I watched as Chris grasped Vigilante’s shaft and leaned forward, then swiped his tongue over it, lapping up the drop. Chris’s eyes drifted closed, and he licked Vigilante’s cockhead again.

“You love being my cocksucker, don’t you?” Vigilante asked, and Chris stiffened.

He didn’t even realize it, but Chris had some toxic views of himself and his sexuality. He’d been worried about my reaction when he bottomed, but he was projecting. He’d never looked down on his partners, but he’d also never thought of himself in that position. I wasn’t sure whether he thought it was less masculine or it was weak, but whateverit was, he needed to unlearn it. Otherwise he’d never accept that part of himself. I’d never seen him come as hard as he had a couple of nights ago. I wanted him to have more of it.

Vigilante tilted Chris’s chin up, holding him in place until Chris raised his eyes to look at the glowing mask. “I fucking love seeing someone like you on their knees for me.” Clearly, he’d picked up the same vibe coming from my husband.