Page 156 of Pucking Around

I groan, fighting the urge to tremble as my body responds to the sound of his dominating tone. Never in a million years would I have guessed that I’d sub for Caleb Sanford. But the memory of being on my knees with his cock in my mouth has me squirming. I liked it. I fuckinglovedit. I’ve been riding the high of that moment for two days straight.

And I want more.

I lean into his hand, wordlessly daring him to increase his pressure. He does, and my cock hardens still further. I swallow against his hand. “I want more, Cay,” I rasp out.

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

My gaze drops from his face, down his chest, to the top of his shorts. I can clearly see the bulge of his erection. I breathe a little sigh of relief against the pressure of his hand. He wants me too.

Thank fucking god.

“You want me?” he murmurs, his hand softening slightly at my throat.

“I want you,” I say again, not an ounce of shame in my words.

The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile and my stomach flips.

Oh shit, here we go.

Caleb leans in, his lips so close to mine, as he breathes my air. With that half-smile still on his face, he drops his hand away from my throat and steps back, leaving me reeling. “Then beg for me.”

My whole body feels like it’s on fire, tiny little flames licking every inch of my skin. “Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please, Cay…”

“You beg so well,” he teases, those dark eyes piercing me. “Do it again. On your knees this time.”

I don’t even hesitate. I just drop to my knees, gazing up at him. Rachel stands right next to us, watching. I want her to watch. I want her to see how much I’m in this. I need her to know what I want this dynamic to be. They all need to know. Because I’m done fighting this. Done pretending I don’t want what Caleb can offer me.

“Please, Cay,” I say again. Reaching out with both hands, I grab hold of his hips. “I want you so bad. Want a taste. Want more. Please—”

Caleb’s hand brushes lightly over my hair and I fight a groan. “Then be my good fucking boy and take me out,” he orders, his soft hold turning into a vice grip as I wince.

I tug on his shorts, dropping them to his ankles. His hard, pierced, cock bobs free right in my face. The tip is already wet and waiting for me. I groan, my gaze feasting on the metal rods on the underside of his shaft. They fascinate me. I’m not surprised Mars was curious too. But I’ll be damned if he’s gonna touch Cay again without my fucking permission. I never thought I’d say this, but this dick is mine.

I glance up, unsure of what comes next. Can I taste it? I want it in my mouth. But I don’t know the rules. Do I wait?

As if he can read my mind, his hand softens in my hair again. “What are you waiting for? Hurricane can’t help you this time. She’s got her own dick to suck. Now, open that sweet mouth, and take me deep.”

If I think too hard about what I’m doing right now, I may just lose my nerve. I’m on my knees in my kitchen, Caleb’s cock inches from my lips. Rachel and Mars Fucking Kinnunen are right behind me. They’re gonna watch me suck this dick.

Fuck, why is that turning me on even harder? Who am I? What happened to Jake Compton? Is this who I always was…or is this who I’m meant to become? I decide I don’t fucking care.

I grab his cock around the base with one hand, loving the sound of his sigh. I hold tight to his hip with the other. Last time the asshole tried to choke me with his fancy hip thrusts. But I’m running this show now. Opening my mouth, I lean forward and lick his rounded head. That first taste of him on my tongue has me groaning.

The pain is sharp in my knees as I lean forward, opening my mouth to tease him a little more. I have literally no idea what I’m doing. This is only the second time I’ve had a dick in my mouth. Caleb’s dick. Only this dick. The thought of any other dick makes me wanna gag. But Cay?

I groan again, sinking around him, my own dick hardening in my pants as I swallow him deep. I work him with my tongue, tensing as I feel the ribbed roll of his piercings. I start sucking, not caring if it’s loud or if I make a mess.

“Such a good boy,” he croons, both hands soft in my hair. He’s moving his hips a bit, matching my rhythm as I suck. I like it. I like the feel of us being in sync.

Honestly that’s what I crave most from him. I want his damn walls down, and I want us totally in tune. Rachel gets me. It’s our twin thing. No, it’s the Rachel and Jake thing. We just breathe in sync. We have from the beginning.

Cay and I can get there too, but I have to work for it. And he has to surrender to it. We’ll find each other through sex if that’s what he needs. Hopefully, as his walls stay down more and for longer, he’ll just keep them down. He’ll stay with us just like this. He’ll let us love him and need him. It’s all I want.

“You’re so perfect,” Cay murmurs, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, almost like a massage. It makes my dick ache with longing. “You were made to suck my dick. So beautiful on your knees. So powerful.”

He’s right. Thisispowerful. Every word out of his mouth lowers his walls. I want him to keep talking, keep pretending like he’s owning this moment. But I’m in total control. I think, deep down, we both know it.