Page 55 of Don't Puck Up

“He’s my pretty little fuck toy. My beautiful prey. My cum hole.”

I shouted out, the last of the oxygen leaving my lungs. Suddenly I was moving. V was buried deep inside me, but he pulled me back, up onto my knees until I was sitting on his lap, his dick lodged deep inside my ass. The cool air around my dick was a shock to my system. My sweat-damp body broke out in gooseflesh as he anchored my hips to his and pounded me with his cock.

I sucked in a breath, only to moan again. The smell of sex was in the air, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I breathed it in, filling my lungs. It was a drug, and I was an addict.

V punched his hips forward again, and I gasped. The stretch from his girth, the fullness each time he thrust in to the hilt, the burn from his tight grip on my hips, and the strength he possessed to manhandle me exactly how he wanted were a fucking turn-on. I was on the edge, so ready to come. But I needed more. I needed to touch him, to feel his sweat-slicked skin under my palms. I reached back, one of my hands connecting with the smooth skin of his shoulders and I ran it up to his nape, clutching him there. With my other I grasped his hip, holding him to me.

V growled, that possessive approval that I loved so much, and I held him tighter. “Fuck, this arse is so fuckin’ phenomenal. Want to live inside you.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Want your cum filling me up. Over and over until it’s leaking out of me. Want to feel you for a week.”

Kam shouted out, and I looked over to her, feeling guilty for not focusing on her. But my woman wasn’t suffering. Her hair was wet with sweat, her nipples tight, and her legs, still spread with her knees up around her shoulders, were shaking. She was breathing hard, and I could see her pulse point fluttering at her throat. She had three fingers lodged deep inside her pussy, the heel of her hand pressing the wand against her clit.

She’d loved watching me with Hux and the other man we’d brought to our bed, just like I’d loved seeing her with the couple of women she’d had join us. But this was different. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her focus point where V’s dick was stretching me open. Watching him pound into me was an aphrodisiac—he was delivering exactly what she’d asked for, just like he’d done the night he’d broken in.

Her body shook, and she sobbed out a cry, coming again.

“I’ll fuck you both like this forever,” he promised.

That was it. His words curled around me, and I came alive. It was as if I’d been asleep until I heard his vow, and it awakened something in me. Every nerve ending lit up, each one of my senses impossibly heightened. Tingles exploded inside me, unleashing within my body in concentric waves starting at my ass, cock, and balls. I felt it all the way to my fingers and toes.

Cum erupted from my cock in pulse after long pulse, each one a geyser that shot so far forward, it hit the padded headboard and showered the clean sheets. My cock and balls throbbed, and my hole milked V’s dick. My body bowed, pressing down on him, trying to take him deeper. I held on tighter, needing him to ground me to the earth.

V buried himself to the hilt, his cock swelling impossibly inside me, and he shouted out. I could feel each pulse of his dick, every pump of his cum. My sensitive hole, punished after such a pounding, contracted hard, and V moaned. The little cum left in my balls dribbled out of my softening cock, and aftershocks shook me.

“So tight, so good, boy.”

My limbs were heavy, and I was struggling to keep my eyes open. V tipped us sideways, and we collapsed. His cock slipped free. I winced at the sting but held him tighter, still needing his touch. Kam slumped, her fingers slipping free and her legs falling to the bed. The wand clicked off, and she dropped it to the floor.

I watched as V ran his foot up Kam’s calf, touching her the same way he was caressing my skin gently. He traced my pecs with his fingertips, his thumb brushing over my nipples, then moving his hand down to my abs. He caressed up and down my body gently, until my breathing evened out. His cock softened against my ass, and I could feel his cum leaking from the condom, but he held me tight, not letting me go. His touch was soothing, but there was a desperation to it that I hated. He was talking himself into leaving.

“Can you stay?” Kam asked, obviously sensing the same thing I was. Her voice was an exhausted rasp, and I reached for her, needing her close like I did V.

"Not tonight.” He sounded devastated, as if the idea of leaving was as abhorrent to him as it was us. “One day I will, but there's a lot about me you don't know. It's not as easy as me just staying.” He laughed but it held no humor, and he traced his fingers over my side, his touch lingering. “You won't be able to stay in the closet."

"Will you tell us your name? Not now, but one day?"

Heinterlaced our fingers and held tight. I was connected to both of them, the two people who’d captured my heart and had me falling hard for them.

"Yeah, I will,” he promised. “I want to. I’ve wanted it for months. But there are reasons why I can't."

I rolled onto my back needing to see him. I wanted to look into his eyes, but that fucking mask was in the way. "Are you married?"

"No.” He brought our joined hands to his face as if he wanted to kiss my knuckles, then stopped and sighed. He was sick of the mask too. He wanted it off. That knowledge eased the sudden knot in my gut from my question.

“I’d never do that to you, or any person for that matter,” he continued. “I’m not involved with anyone else. I’m not into anything shady either. I’d never risk either of you like that."

I nodded. I understood that he was concerned and trying to do the right thing by all of us, but it didn’t mean I liked it. I wanted more with him. I wanted the mask off and to finally have a shot at something real. Yes, it’d have to be on the down-low, but we could make it work. Somehow, someway, we’d make it work.

V eased himself away, and I watched as he walked to the bathroom. The water ran, and Kam squeezed my hand. V returned a moment later and gently wiped Kam’s fingers and pussy. Then he swapped cloths and did the same for me,

“You don’t have to do that,” I murmured, shifting my leg to give him more room.

“I want to. I love looking after you.” When we were both clean and my cum wiped off the sheets, V lifted the comforter back onto the bed and covered us.

He tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear and ran his thumb down Kam’s cheek. “Sleep. You’re exhausted.”

“Good night, V,” I whispered.