Page 153 of Pucking Around

“Did you ride him, Hurricane? Did you take him to the hilt?”

“Yes.”

“Did you suck him off?”

“No,” she replies on a moan. I know she’s close, teetering on that edge.

I glance over at him, a smile in my voice as I say, “You didn’t suck him off? But that’s your specialty. Should we show him how good you take a cock down your throat? You look so beautiful on your knees. And we both know how much you love to gag on me.”

I slap her pussy again and she cries out, her body strung so tight with the need to come. “Please, Cay,” she whispers, trying to turn in my arms. “Please, don’t tease me.”

I let her turn away from Mars, cupping her cheek with a steady hand. “Get on your knees and take out my cock,” I command, holding her walnut brown gaze. “You’re gonna suck me off while the goalie watches. Only after you’ve choked on my cum will I put you on this counter and hold you down so he can tongue-fuck you. We don’t stop until you come all over his stupidly handsome face. Agreed?”

She nods, her eyes glassy with need.

“Agreed?” I say over her shoulder at Mars.

He’s fighting his every urge to step in, but slowly, he nods. He’s curious enough not to kill me…yet.

With a grateful sigh, Rachel drops to her knees in front of me. She tugs up on my ratty shirt, but I’m already ahead of her, jerking it off one handed and tossing it on the island. Then both my hands are in her hair, pulling it up until I fist it one-handed on her crown.

She presses her face against my crotch, breathing me in before she gives my grey sweats a sharp tug. I’m not wearing underwear, so my cock bobs free in her face, hard and ready to fucking go.

“Mitä vittua,” Mars curses, his voice low and gravelly. “Sanford—your cock.” His eyes are wide as he stares down at my pierced dick.

I chuckle as Rachel wraps her hand around my base. I tug her hair, tipping her head back. “You didn’t tell your new boyfriend about me?”

She shakes her head, her mouth curling into a lusty smile.

“Do you think he wants to see it up close?” My gaze darts over her head to Mars. He towers almost five inches taller than me. “Have you never seen a pierced dick before, Kinnunen?”

“No,” he mutters. “Never. Mitä helvettiä…does it hurt?”

“Right now, my only pain is blue balls,” I reply. “Our girl was in the middle of something.” I give her hair a soft tug. “Show him, Hurricane. Let him watch.”

She wraps her mouth back around me, teasing me with her tongue.

“Why did you do it?” Mars mutters, watching her suck me. “Why go through such mutilation?”

I huff a laugh that comes out part groan. Fuck, she’s good at this. “Ask Rachel if it was a good investment of time and pain.” I pull her off me. “Hurricane, do you like my pierced dick?”

She nods, gazing up at me. “You know I do. But it’s not enough to have the piercings,” she adds, flicking her tongue over my tip like a fucking siren. “You have to know what to do with them. But you guys all know that. It’s not about the stick, it’s about the handling,” she teases, her free hand dropping from my hip to cup my balls.

I groan, my hand in her hair softening as I let her get back to work.

“What does it feel like for the man?” asks Mars.

“Jeezus,” I pant. “If you’re so curious, go get it done and find out. Or find a different pierced man willing to fuck you in the ass. Then you’ll know.”

Rachel looks up between us with a smile. “Do you want to come down here with me?” she says at him, batting her lashes.

He deadpans her. “The man has four metal bars through his cock, Rakas. I don’t have to be gay to find that fascinating.” He looks over her at me. “Can I touch it?”

Well, kill me dead.

Those are four words I never expected to escape from the mouth of Mars Kinnunen.

“You want to touch my hard dick, Mars?”