Page 51 of Puck Love

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I pushed my lube-slicked middle finger inside him.

“I—what are you—I don’t…” Jake squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. “You’re not fucking me, asshole.”

“No, I’m fingering your sweet hole, dickhead.” I pushed my digit a little farther and added a second one. He grunted and opened his legs wider. “You like this. Don’t deny it. I know it’s good. Has anyone ever massaged your prostate?”

“I—don’t talk, Trinsky. Just keep doing that.”

So I did. I stroked Jake as I slid my fingers in and out of him. And maybe it bugged him, but I had to know if I was doing this right, so I asked a few dozen questions.

“Is this good? Can you take another finger? Does it make you wonder what my cock would feel like?”

He didn’t reply—not with words, anyway. It didn’t matter. The nonstop moaning echoed off the walls as he arched into my fist and rode my fingers like a champ. He was into this, and though he’d deny it all day long, Jake loved my raunchy play-by-play.Your hole wants my fingers. It wants my dick. You can take this, Jakey. That’s it. Ride it.

Jake swatted my hand off his dick and stroked himself to the finish line, digging his heels into the mattress as I pistoned my fingers in and out of his entrance.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warned, painting his abdomen with jizz as his hole closed around my digits like a vise.

I pulled out, swiped my right palm through the mess he’d made, and used it as lube before finally yanking my cock with purpose.

Five strong tugs later, my orgasm ripped through me and let me assure you, this was no ordinary orgasm. It was an avalancheof pleasure that shook me to my core. I spilled my seed onto Jake’s chest, trembling with the effort to stay upright. And not to be dramatic, but I couldn’t see for shit until the white lights cleared from my periphery and my rapid breathing slowed to something close to normal.

I slumped onto the mattress in a daze like a fucked-out starfish, staring up at the mirrors on the ceiling.

“Oh, my God. I didn’t look up once.” I smacked my forehead.

“I did. It was hot.” He sat up, bracing his weight on his elbows. “Got a towel?”

“No, I can’t get up. You’re going to have to get crusty and scrape that mess off later.”

Jake punched my biceps lightly. “Very funny. Towel me, Trinsky.”

I stumbled into the bathroom, washed up, and returned with a towel. “Here you go.”

I picked up the water bottle I’d knocked over earlier and took a swig, then passed it to Jake.

“Thanks.” He gulped the rest and returned the empty bottle to me with a shit-eating grin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to drink it all.”

I huffed without heat and flopped beside him on the bed. “Fuck water. Let’s talk about my fingers in your ass. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Jake knit his brow in his usual prissy manner and busted up laughing. “It was so—geez…like…I can’t believe how incredible that felt.”

My chest puffed up with pride. I wiggled my fingers as I rolled to face him. “Magic fingers, baby.”

He snorted. “I wasn’t talking about your fingers. I meant…never mind.”

“Fuck that.” I pushed his chest gruffly and hit him with my best no-nonsense glare. “This is already weird, dude. If we don’tsay what we like and don’t like, it’ll be a disaster. Maybe it will be anyway, but I’d rather know why than wonder if I hurt your fucking feelings or something.”

“Hurt my feelings?” Jake scoffed. “We aren’t in a relationship. We’re just…”

I snapped my fingers. “See? That’s it. That’s the problem. We don’t know what we’re doing. We need some rules.”

“Okay. No one else can know. No sharing with mutual friends, trusted family members…no one. We have to act totally normal around each other. So don’t stop being a dick in public on my account.” He held up his hand. “But—and this a big but—please don’t drag me into silly drama for the fun of it like you did with the stupid leather jacket comment.”

I snickered. “Fine, but I was thinking more in terms of communication…in bed.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, see I want to know if I do anything that doesn’t work for you, and I want to know what gets your motor running. Maybe it’ll be the same for me or maybe we try something new…blowjobs, anal…”