Page 39 of Don't Puck Up

I opened my eyes and looked down to where they were joined. Chris had his and V’s fingers interlaced, their knuckles white as they gripped each other. He rolled his hips, fucking himself on V’s dick. He raised up and pushed down again, a full-body shudder passing through Chris.

V’s back arched, and his breathing came in fast, hard pants. “Chris,” V pleaded.

The thought of V going bare inside us, having his cum deep within was too much. It was too tempting. I wanted it more than I could describe. I shot to the edge, hurtling off the cliff into an abyss I never wanted to find my way out of. I was coming again, fireworks explodingthroughout my body. I cried out, and V bucked up, pulling his cock from Chris’s hole. Chris grunted, and V sucked in a breath, taking a second to gather himself again.

But he didn’t take long. He rolled on a condom with practiced efficiency, and within seconds, he was back inside Chris. They moaned long and low, as if their lives depended on being joined together, and Chris moved, rolling his hips and riding that beautiful cock.

Chris tugged me back and I sank down to my knees, my legs wrapped around V’s ribs. Chris pulled me into his lap, and once I’d shuffled back close enough, he prodded my pussy with his cock.Fuck yes.

I sighed in relief, desperate for the penetration, and pushed back against him. When he slid inside me, my back arched, and my breasts bounced with each thrust.

“So fucking sexy,” V praised. “I’m so hard right now. Chris is so goddamn tight.”

“So’s Kam,” Chris rasped.

V slid his hand down between my legs and along my opening where Chris’s cock was lodged inside me. He rubbed us, and my pussy tightened again.

Chris’s moans were incoherent except for the odd curse word I could make out. He was riding the knife’s edge, on the cusp of exploding inside me. I wanted it as much as he’d wanted V’s cum inside him.

He shouted, his cock throbbing deep in me. With every pulse, heated jets of cum coated my walls, and I cried out.

“Fuuuck,” V groaned, his grip on Chris’s dick becoming jerky.

Exhausted, I fell forward, my breasts pressing against V’s mask. I tried to shift to the side, but V held me in place. “Want Chris’s cum and your juices on me. Want to wear you all night and smell like you.”

I moaned, and Chris pulled out of me, the emptiness leaving me hollow. I couldn’t see what Chris was doing, but a moment later, warm liquid hit the small of my back. I lifted my head and watched Chris squeeze out V’s cum from the rubber, then rub it low on his belly. I moaned, and V shifted under me, rubbing his abs against my pussy.

“Can feel you leaking on me. Want all of it,” he gritted out. “Fuck, I could come again just thinking about being bare inside you.”

“Me too,” I murmured, my eyes heavy.

He eased me off him into Chris’s arms, and then he rubbed our combined essence into the V that led straight to his heavy cock. It was the last thing I saw as sleep claimed me, my request for him to stay lost as I sank into Chris’s protective embrace.

thirteen

Kamirah

Itook a photo of the stack of new collars, vests, bowls, and harnesses we’d had delivered. Warrior Pups’ office occupied a small space in an old building adjacent to the caretaker’s house. The kennels were set on five acres of land with fenced-in training yards of different sizes and kennel buildings that resembled barns. The priorities were the dogs, their training, and our warrior clients, and the donation V had made was being put to good use. We’d finally invested in some minor but essential building upgrades to keep the dogs warm during colder winter nights, repainted the drab meeting rooms where pups were introduced to their new owners, stocked up on equipment, and increased the hours of our fabulous trainers so that we could partner up more dogs with their furever humans.

I sent the photo I’d just taken to V together with the pictures of the three new dogs we’d received that morning. I’d already sent him a photo of a retired Master Chief with an acquired TBI meeting her pup for the first time. The response to that image was a crying emoji. The message I got back this time made me smile.

If I donate more can I come in and pet them all?

I hear if you know someone they can pull somestrings

Then another message came through a moment later, and I frowned, reading it.

And what would that someone need me to do to get them to pull those strings?

I hoped he didn’t think he needed to do anything. If he wanted to come and visit the facilities, I’d give him a tour. Hell, I’d put all the pups in a playpen for him to play with if that’s what he wanted. He’d already done so much; my friendship and gratitude were not conditional on anything.

For you, nothing. V, I hope you know how many lives you’ve changed with this donation. It’s huge

Please don’t ever think you need to “do” anything for Chris and I for our friendship, time, and sex with us. We’re so lucky to have you in our lives. The things we don’t know about you don’t matter to us. We know enough

Dots appeared and disappeared over and over again as if he didn’t know what to say, so I let him off the hook.

Plus, you have a really nice dick