Page 73 of Puck

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Iwoke hours later, sunlight peeking around the blinds. Puck was asleep in front of me; his butt snuggled up against my front. I slid my arm under his to clutch his chest. He wiggled his ass against me, burrowing deeper. I was lazy, sleepy, and so comfortable I could lie there forever. I faded back to sleep that way, my face against Puck’s broad back, my nose between his shoulder blades, my arm over his hip, my hand on his belly.

I woke again, in the same position. Hours later yet, judging by how drowsy and foggy I felt. Refreshed, but still lazy. Content to lie there and drift.

Puck shifted in his sleep, making a soft sound of contentedness as he burrowed back into me, seeking out and finding my hand in a partially conscious gesture. He held my hand like that, and I felt him drift back to sleep, his grip loosening until he let go.

Depositing my hand right onto his hard cock.

I smiled against his back, remembering our time in the shower last night, what I’d done to him. A lot of work, but so fucking worth it to feel him lose control, to see him so completely consumed in pleasure. Especially after the way he’d made me come, the sheer quantity and quality of mind-blowing orgasms he’d given me; I’d wanted to blow his mind as completely as he had mine.

I gripped his cock, unable to stop myself. And why should I? I shifted so I could see his erection with my hand on it. And then my eyes landed on the string of condoms he’d set on the nightstand.

Oh.

Ohyes.

I reached out, leaning over him to snag the string, tore one free, tossed the rest who knew where. Ripped it open with my teeth and tossed the wrapper aside.

Rolled the condom down his hard length. He moaned, murmured, but didn’t wake.

I smiled, glad he was staying asleep.

I pulled at his shoulder, and he moaned and murmured again, but rolled with me so he was behind me, spooning me, now.

Perfect.

I snugged my ass back against him, reached between my legs to find him, and guided him into me. I moaned as he filled me, and I felt him shift, heard him murmur and mumble. I rolled my hips back against him, pressing my ass against his thighs, sighing in pleasure as I felt his thickness spread me apart. I reached behind us to clutch his ass, holding on for leverage as I slowly pushed back against him, again and again.

He moaned low in his throat.

Began unconsciously moving with me.

“Cole . . .” I heard him mumble, sleepy, maybe still asleep.

I rolled my hips again and craned my head around so I could press my lips against his. “Puck,” I whispered.

He made another sleepy, unintelligible sound, and his hand slid along my hip, searching, and his hips flexed to push his cock deeper into me. “Cole . . . so good.”

I believed he thought he was dreaming, and the fact that he was moaning my name even in his sleep sent thrills of deep satisfaction and happiness through me.

I sighed in pleasure, letting my hips move in a sinuous slide, holding on to his hard ass, head twisted to keep my lips pressed against his cheek. His hand clutched at my hip, gripped and released, and then squeezed again, pulling at me.

“Unnhh . . . Cole . . . Colbie.” He sounded more coherent now, more awake. Still thought he was dreaming, though.

“Puck, god, Puck,” I breathed.

I heard him grunt in surprise, and his subconscious thrusting faltered. “Colbie?”

I rolled my hips and clutched his ass, found his mouth and kissed him, morning breath and all. “Keep going, Puck.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right?”

He slid his hand up to my tits, fondling them, taking both in one hand and squeezing as he let himself move again. “Jesus, Cole. You really know how to wake a guy up.”

I breathed a laugh and nuzzled my nose into his cheek, his beard tickling my chin. “Couldn’t help it. Accidentally got a handful of your hard-on, and I wanted you, so I figured why not?”