Page 61 of Puck Love

“You’re not putting that stuff on me.”

I dropped the whipped cream next to him, spread out a towel, then lay down on it. “Okay, you do the honors.”

“You want me to spray this stuff on you and…”

“Lick it off,” I finished.

Jake hummed thoughtfully and sat up, studying the ingredients listed on the canister. “Cream, water, sugar, nonfat milk, maltodextrin. What’s maltodextrin?”

“It’s multiple dextrins,” I guessed.

“Malto, not multi.”

“Jakey…who the fuck cares? It’s going on my dick.”

“I care. I’m the one who’s going to suck it off your dick,” he retorted.

“Whoa. Did you see that twitch? My cock heard your message and approves. Get to it, Milligan.”

“Yes, sir.” He shook the can as he kneeled between my legs. “Let’s make sure this thing works.”

He squirted a dallop on my stomach.

“Shit, that’s cold,” I griped.

Jake dipped a finger into the white glob and licked it like a porn star. “Are you sure you want me to put that on your dick?”

“Less sure about that, but damn…you look so fucking hot with your fingers all slick with cream.”

He snorted. “You’re fucking nasty.”

“I know. I have a filthy, dirty mind. Clean up the mess you just made. Lick me, baby.”

I thought Jake might take exception with the offhanded term of endearment, but he let it slide and bent to swipe his tongue through the whipped cream. He didn’t lick it off, he spread it till it covered my abs and the tip of my cock.

“How’s that?”

I chuckled. “It’s everywhere now. Even on your nose. C’mere.”

I pulled him against me and rolled us so I was on top. And yeah, there was whipped cream everywhere. We laughed at the mess between us, licking each other’s lips, cheeks, and noses. I nipped his jaw and traveled the length of his body, twirling my tongue around his navel before swallowing his cock in one swoop.

Jake moaned somewhere above me as I worked him over, sucking and licking his pole like it was my job.

I wanted more, though…remember?

I reached for the well-used bottle of lube on the nightstand and slicked my fingers. I returned to cock-sucking duties,teasing his hole with the pad of my fingers as I did my best to deep-throat him. I was getting better at it, but multitasking was the key here. I wanted Jake blissed out and relaxed.

Two fingers in, he was there, legs spread wide, back arched, fingers in my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

I kissed his inner thigh and added a third digit. “Is this good?”

“So good.”

“Can you take more? Do you want my cock?”

Jake froze and leaned on one elbow, his eyes searching mine. “Yeah, but I’m…I don’t know. You have to go slow.”

“I will,” I whispered, withdrawing my fingers. “I promise.”