Page 47 of Puck
As I watched her, Colbie’s eyes flicked open and met mine. “In the name of honesty and fairness, I have to admit that you were right about one thing, at least.”
I quirked an eyebrow up. “And what’s that, honey?”
She dropped her voice to a whisper so soft I had to strain to hear, even when I leaned close enough to feel her breath. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
The smile that curved my lips then was pleased and satisfied. “Colbie, sweetheart . . . that was just a little teaser.”
She furrowed her brow. “I’m still feeling aftershocks.”
“When you have multiples, they build on each other. Each one is stronger than the last. Give me the opportunity, and I swear, no lie, no exaggeration, I’ll have you begging me to let youstopcoming.” I grinned broadly. “Andthat’swhen I’ll take you.”
“Oh really?”
I nodded, letting her see how serious I was. “You’ll be dizzy and shaky and hypersensitive from coming so many times you’ve lost count, and I’ll put you on your hands and knees, and I’ll wrap my fist in that fucking gorgeous hair of yours, and I’ll drive my cock into your tight, wet little pussy and I’ll spank your ass as I fuck you into oblivion.”
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“That’s what I’ve been fantasizing about since I met you.”
“You’re serious about that.” She stared at me hard. “You really intend to do all that?”
“Why would I joke about it?” I grabbed her hand and placed it on the aching ridge of my erection. “Does that feel like I’m joking?”
She jerked her hand away as if burned. “Jesus, Puck. Are you gonna be all right? You feel a little . . . stiff.” She managed to say this straight-faced, somehow.
I winked at her. “I’m kinda achy. Wanna help me out? Relieve the pressure a little?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’ll just go down on you right here and now.”
“I wouldn’t argue.”
She snickered. “No shit. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Actually, as much as it does ache, I’d rather wait until I can get you alone.”
She tilted her head to one side. “Really?”
“Sure.” I shifted, adjusting myself as she watched, trying to relieve some of the pressure. “If and when you go down on me, I’ll want you naked. I’ll want you to take your time.”
“So you’re not an exhibitionist?”
I shook my head. “Not really, no. I like to be daring, yes, but the thrill is in the danger of getting caught, not in actually getting caught.” I jerked my chin at the rest of the cabin. “There’s no way we’d pull that off without someone noticing.”
“I could give you handy.” She smirked, and I knew she was just fishing for what I’d say.
“And put the come where? It’s not gonna be a little bit, sweetheart.” I adjusted myself again, more for her benefit this time. “When I come, it’s gonna be a flood.”
“I see.” She couldn’t seem to keep her gaze from wandering back to my groin, to the visible outline of my still-erect cock.
“And babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t make suggestions you don’t have any intention on following through.”
She met my gaze boldly. “What, you think I wouldn’t?”
I huffed a laugh. “No, Colbie, I don’t think you would.”
Her eyes blazed.
Oh.