Page 52 of Puck
“Can’t take any more.” He was still hard, but wouldn’t be for much longer.
“Oh no?” I bent over him one more time, grinning at him. “Then . . .thiswould just be too much, huh?”
I took him in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, working him with my tongue, using both hands to jerk him faster than ever. He moaned, hips flexing so hard he left the seat entirely.
“Ohh fuck fuck fuck, Colbie, Jesus, Jesus . . .” he groaned.
I was laughing as I sat up. “Now we’re even.” I tucked him back into his pants, zipped him up, and buttoned the fly closed.
I folded his underwear up so the come was as contained as it would get and stuffed the wad into one of his cargo pockets, which I then buttoned closed.
“Holy hell, woman,” he murmured. “That was . . .damn.”
I felt pleased with myself, because Puck was totally limp, head lolling back on the seat, eyes closed, breathing hard. I happened to glance forward, and I saw that Layla was awake, midstretch, twisting in place. She saw me, shirt open, boobs hanging out as I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. I blushed so hard my cheeks went hot and forced myself to remain calm as I fastened my bra. Layla made the international sign for a blowjob, moving her fist toward her mouth and sticking her tongue into her opposite cheek so it appeared as if a dick was poking the inside of her mouth.
Which only made me curse under my breath. “Shit.Shit!”
Layla just grinned and gave me two thumbs up.
“Shit, what?” Puck asked, his eyes still closed.
“Layla saw.”
“Saw what?” He lazily opened one eye and shot her a look.
“Me, with my shirt open, wiping my lips.” I was mortified, shaking. “She knew what I’d just been doing, obviously.”
Puck’s eye closed again. “She won’t judge, trust me.”
“I’m still embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.” He took my hand in his, met my gaze. “Hang around this crew long enough, you’ll probably get an eyeful of her doing the same thing. She gives her man so many BJs it’s absurd.” He squeezed my hand. “She’ll probably congratulate you later.”
“She just gave me a big grin and two thumbs up,” I admitted.
“See? She’s happy for us.”
“Happy forus?” I asked, my voice sharper than I’d have liked.
“Yeah, for us.” He tangled his fingers in mine. “You can’t say there’s anything normal about this thing you and I have going on. I know I’ve never done anything like this before, and I don’t think you have either. And then there’s the fact that however you and I may both feel about this whole thing, it’s sure as fuckmorethan either of us know what to do with.”
“I can’t deny any of that, but—”
He spoke over me. “So yeah,us, wherever that takes us, whatever it looks like.” His gaze shot to mine, and his voice was just as sharp as mine had been a few seconds earlier. “And no, I’m not just saying that because you gave me a handjob so epic I’m having trouble feeling my toes.”
“There was some mouth in there, too,” I couldn’t help pointing out.
“Whatever word or phrase you want to use, then. Blowjob with hands, handjob with a little mouth, whatever—it was fucking incredible. Hands down, without a doubt, unequivocally, the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Including everything with what’s her name . . . Maya?”
Puck snorted. “No contest. Not even close.”
“Not even close? She was the best ever, I thought you said.”
“Best ever up until now. What you just did blows that whole week out of the water. No joke.”
“Don’t bullshit me.”