Page 83 of Puck

“Deal,” I said, kissing his chest.

I slid down his body and used my lips and tongue and mouth to play him into erection. He watched and waited until I was ready to start really going down on him, and then he finally sighed yet again, heavier than ever.

“You cannot tell fucking anyone. I meananyone. Ever.”

His voice was hard enough that I knew he wasn’t even remotely joking. “Jesus, Puck, it must be really bad. Of course, baby, you have my promise I won’t ever tell.”

He closed his eyes as I took him into my mouth. “Bartholomew Bucephalus.”

I had to back off so I didn’t choke on him as I laughed. “Holy shit, thatisbad.”

He laughed with me, thankfully. “No shit. Do I seem like fucking Bart to you? That’s what everyone called me. Bart.”

“Dear god, why would anyone saddle a poor innocent child with a name like that?” I asked.

“My grandfather and his father were both Bart. My dad was Bucephalus, went by Buck.”

“And you chose the name Puck, when your dad was Buck?”

He chuckled. “I got him off my back by telling him I’d picked it to sound like his name, which was a dirty lie, but he went with it, and I went by Puck from then on. Soon as I turned eighteen, I changed my name legally to Puck.”

“I’m glad you did. Your name fits you perfectly.”

“You know what fits perfectly?” he asked, a smirk on his lips.

“Your big cock in my mouth?”

“Exactly.” He moaned as I resumed fulfilling my promise, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. “Although that wasn’t what I was gonna say.”

I glanced up to communicate the question my mouth was too occupied to verbalize.

He groaned, watching me. “You marry me, take my name, you’ll be Colbie Lawson.”

I brought him to the edge and took him over, swallowing every last drop as he grunted and groaned and fisted my hair. “I love the sound of Colbie Lawson.” He hauled me up his body and kissed me. “And I love the thought of being your Colbie Lawson even more.”

We lay together, drifting off to sleep.

I woke in the predawn gray to Puck’s mouth between my legs. “Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, future Mrs. Puck Lawson.”

I sat up enough to watch him, holding on to his head. And then, as he brought me to a swift, shuddering orgasm, I had an idea. He finished licking me through my aftershocks and then crawled up my body.

“Puck, baby?”

He groaned as I welcomed him into me, bare. “Yeah, love.”

“I have a really crazy idea.”

“I don’t put a condom on?”

“I’m on the pill, silly. I don’t want you to put one on anyway—this feels too good.” I clung to him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his ass. “What if—oh god, oh god,Puck—what if I become Mrs. Lawson while we’re down here?”

He faltered. “What? Really?”

I nodded. “Really. Why wait? Everyone we care about is already here, and I know I want this, I know you want this, so why not?”

“You’re sure?”