Page 52 of Don't Puck Up

He stepped through the doorway, and my breath caught. He was a sight for sore eyes. I wanted to go to him, bury my face against his smooth skin, and inhale him.

“V?” Kam asked, all traces of exhaustion disappearing from her voice, excitement replacing it.

“Run, pretty prey.”

Kammoaned, but I didn’t think twice. I grasped her hand and tugged her away from V. We ran through the dining room, and Kam pulled her hand free, knocking a chair over as we passed. It landed with a dull thud on the hardwood floors, the padding of the leather-backed chair muting its fall.

I vaulted the coffee table, and Kam dodged around it. We met at the back doors. I grasped the handle, but Kam yanked on my arm. “No. The neighbors.”

I paused, taking a moment to reconsider where we could go.

But Kam was already on the move. “Upstairs, quick,” she hissed, her voice barely a whisper as she dashed up the stairs.

I followed like a puppy, hot on her heels. Kam ducked into the bedroom and made for the walk-in closet. She eased the door closed behind us, leaving it slightly ajar so she could see V coming.

I looked around, my heart hammering in my chest, my cock hard, and my hole clenching. I wanted him to catch me, but everything inside me was telling me to run. Where, though? The bedroom was a dead end. I could go for the attached bathroom, but then what?

I must have paused for too long, because the red glow soon appeared at the top of the stairs.

My chest heaved as I sucked in a wobbly breath, and V appeared in all his glory in the doorway.

I charged at him, but V sidestepped me easily, grasping my outstretched arm and twisting it behind me. With a hand on my elbow, he pushed it upward until I was bent over, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Okay,” I gasped.

V chuckled and eased my elbow down again, then pulled my ass against his groin. He was hard, his thick shaft tenting his jeans. I moaned, my instinct to fight long forgotten. I wanted to fuck. I pushedback against him, and he walked me to the bed, grinding his cock against my ass the whole time.

He let go of me and eased my sweater up my body before doing the same to the T-shirt I was wearing underneath. He unbuckled my belt, opened my button and fly, then lowered himself to his knees. V ghosted his fingers over my bare skin, and gooseflesh rose in his wake. He dragged my chinos down my legs achingly slowly, taking my underwear with it. My hard cock slapped against my belly, and he hummed. With every sound he made, and every teasing caress against my skin, my cock hardened even more. When he got to my shoes, I toed them off, then kicked out of my pants. He peeled my socks off and ran his hands up my legs, his fingers stroking me and leaving me wanting.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, his voice a prayer. He stood slowly and took hold of my hands. “Want you face down so I can fuck that pretty hole of yours, boy.”

My cock bucked, and a bead of precum leaked from my slit. “Please,” I whimpered, already desperate for his touch.

V ripped the covers off the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet. Wordlessly he gestured for me to lie down, and I obeyed without question.

“Grip the edge of the mattress.”

When I did, he ran his warm hands down my back, massaging my taut muscles as he went. He lowered them to my ass, he kneaded my cheeks, spreading them apart and thumbing my hole. He stroked my hamstrings down to my calves and murmured, “So beautiful all splayed out for my taking.”

I looked over my shoulder to the closet and saw Kam standing there.

V followed my line of sight and chuckled. “There she is. Come here, sweet thing.”

“I think you need to make me,” she taunted.

V rushed toward her, and Kam yelped, but it was too late. He already had her. He tossed her over his shoulder, and she squeaked before squealing as he threw her on the bed. “Vixen,” he praised, his voice warm and full of affection for our woman.

Kamirah laughed and wiggled out of her clothes before he could even tell her to do it. She’d already taken off her shoes while she was hiding.

“A little desperate, huh?” I teased her.

“As if you aren’t.” She slapped my ass and my cock bucked at her touch.

I moaned and V chuckled, the deep rasp like a lightning rod to my already feverish need.

He shifted around to Kam’s side of the bed and tossed a few pillows against the headboard. “Lean up against these, sweet thing. Spread those legs and show me how wet you are for us.”

Kam immediately obliged, and V choked out a moan. “Such a pretty pussy.” He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a vibrating wand.