Page 8 of Don't Puck Up
I couldn’t help my giggle. Naked tag could be fun—especially if there was a reward for being caught.
“Someone to chase us, or do you want to catch them?” I asked rhetorically.
The sound of a twig snapping was as loud as a gunshot in the otherwise still night. I pictured someone waiting there, watching us, and I realized I wanted to be chased. Their gender didn’t matter to me. I just hoped Chris wouldn’t close himself off to any possibilities given his comments only a moment ago.
“As long as they can help us out of this funk I’ve created, I don’t care.”
I nodded and squeezed his waist. “You’ll never hear me complain about another person in bed with us. Especially when you do that thing with your tongue.” I shivered, desire coursing through me. He really did have a talented tongue.
Chris reached down and grasped my ass, spreading my cheeks and sliding his finger along my crack. My heart rate spiked, and my pussy clenched. I wanted to feel his hot flesh inside me, hard and throbbing.
“Can you imagine me finding us a hottie with a big dick or a tight hole we can both fuck?” I asked breathlessly. “We could work off some of the tension.”
Chris huffed out a laugh, then groaned before sliding his fingers inside my needy pussy.
“What about if I didn’t want to pick up right now? Think you can find some stranger to “eenie meenie miney moe” it for us? I want them to walk right up the beach and bend you over. Then I’ll do the same to them. Faceless, nameless, no-strings-attached fucking.”
I whimpered. The thought of it was so incredibly hot. There was no way we could risk sleeping with anyone we didn’t implicitly trust. We couldn’t risk anything getting out about our extra-marital adventures. It would end Chris’s career.
But we could fantasize.
My voice was husky when I said, “Like Vigilante riding in on that sexy Harley. But instead of killing everyone, he orders us to fuck him.”
Chris moaned, the sound so sexy and as smooth as honey. “How did you know I was fantasizing about Locke Ledger?”
“He's exactly both our types.”
His stare sparked a wildfire inside me. His fingers were lazily tunnelling inside me, but I needed more. I needed him on the edge of sanity, holding on by a thread. Then I needed him to make me scream.
I reached around to my back and unclasped my bikini top before pulling it over my head and letting it flutter to the floor. It was risqué. At home we were so careful not to give the neighbors anything to talk about. But this—this was the ultimate in privacy. I wanted to be naked out here, to suck on his dick, then sit on it right here under the stars.
Chris eased his fingers free from my pussy and cupped my breasts. He smeared my essence over my nipple, then flicked them both with his thumbs, making them harden into buds. He bent and lickedmy nipple, sending fireworks cascading through my body, my pussy clenching hard, wanting to be filled.
Another twig snapping had me throwing my head back and moaning. The thought of being watched was such a turn-on. I loved it in private—having our third fuck me while Chris watched or playing the voyeur myself while they came together.
“Maybe he’s out there right now, watching us. Waiting for us to get the rest of the way naked.”
Chris hummed, the sound a deep growl at the back of his throat that vibrated through me as he licked and sucked on my nipples. He tugged on the laces of his board shorts and shoved them down while I did the same to my bikini bottoms.
I could just imagine someone out there spying on us, taking their cock out or slipping their fingers into their pussy and making themselves come as they watched us fuck. God, the picture Chris had painted of a masked stranger chasing me, pinning me down, and taking me however he wanted was hot as hell.
The fantasy of all fantasies.
The thought of watching as Chris bent him over and fucked him afterward was even more panty melting.
I wanted a front-row seat.
Lowering myself to my knees, I waited for Chris to grasp his thick cock and feed it to me. I wanted him to fuck my mouth, cover me in his cum, and then make me scream.
“Open, baby,” he demanded.
His flavor burst on my tongue as his cock slid along it and pressed against the roof of my mouth, and my tongue was slicked with his precum. I closed my lips around him and angled my throat so he could fuck my mouth in long, deep strokes. He was as hard as steel, every vein in his cock pulsing under my tongue.
With each thrust, his balls slapped my chin. My eyes rolled back at the feeling of being utterly owned. I gripped his thick legs for balance and wished whoever was snapping the twigs outside our bure would get their ass up here and fuck me.
I moaned at the thought of a nameless, faceless person stepping onto the patio purely to illicit screams of ecstasy from us.
Chris stiffened, his thrusts deepening until he was in my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my lungs burned. I was lightheaded and floating, loving how he was using my body to get off.