Page 74 of Pucking Strong (Jacksonville Rays #4)

God, we’ve been fooling ourselves for weeks.

Nothing about this is fake anymore. Henrik is my husband.

We’re going to be married in every sense of the word.

Slipping my fingers into the top of his pants, I reel him in, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.

“Take these off and get on the bed. Lie on your back.”

He holds my gaze, daring me to break first, as he shucks his pants down to the floor.

He stands in front of me, naked, our marriage bed framed behind him.

I press a hand to the middle of his chest and push him back.

Smiling, he lets himself be guided. His calves hit the edge of the bed, and he sinks down.

Reaching out with both hands, he reels me in by the hips, not stopping until I’m standing between his spread legs.

He presses his face to the crotch of my pants, letting out a hungry sound that sends a shiver of need coiling up into my chest. I’m all instinct as I weave my fingers into his hair, tipping his head back.

“Take my pants off, baby. You want my dick? Want me to make you my man?”

He groans out a muffled “yes” as he drags my pants down my thighs, releasing my aching dick. It’s hard and so ready for him.

“Get it wet— fuck —” He doesn’t need my command before he’s sinking his warm mouth around my length.

He hums with relief, his hands gripping my ass, as he bobs on my cock, taking me deep.

I can hardly breathe. He looks so beautiful with my dick in his mouth.

“Slow,” I say, tugging on his hair. “We need me to last a little while longer. Baby, lie back.”

He fights the push of my hands on his shoulders as I try to guide him back.

Instead, he eagerly sucks my tip, dropping a hand down to cup my balls.

It’s my turn to groan as I push him harder.

“That’s enough. You asked me to take charge, and that’s what I’m gonna do.

Now, be my good little crab, and lie back on the bed. ”

His teeth gently scrape the top of my shaft as he lets me go. He leans back, bracing against the mattress with his hands. “Does all cum taste as good as yours?”

Desire burns through me as I follow him onto the bed.

He scoots towards the middle, lying back.

I kneel between his spread legs, my hands brushing up his thighs.

“Hmm, let me see.” Folding myself over him, I claim his lips in a kiss.

I press in with my tongue, flicking and teasing, seeking out any flavor of me.

After a moment, I hum my approval. The taste isn’t as heady as when he’s swallowed a mouthful of my cum, but there’s a hint of me there. The primal part of me crows with triumph to know I’ve marked him. It’s not nearly as satisfying as blowing a load on his chest and rubbing my cum into his skin.

And nothing will be more satisfying as what we’re about to do.

My man will take me where no one else has ever claimed him.

God, I’m already dripping just thinking of his body giving way to mine.

The push and pull of it, the heat, the thrill of him clenching me tight.

Desperate to get started, I break our kiss and make my way down his chest, sucking his nipple until he gasps, teasing with my hands.

“Tell me what to do,” he says, no less eager than I am to be joined. “Teddy—”

I reach up, pressing my fingers to his lips. “Now who’s impatient?”

He groans, rocking up with his hips as I lick along the length of his hard shaft.

I’m not used to being with a guy who is uncut.

His foreskin fascinates me. It’s so soft and silky.

I love the smooth glide of it up and down with each slow pump of my fist. I draw my fist down, exposing his shiny head.

Precum wets his tip, just waiting for me to get a taste.

But I have another idea. With a swipe of my thumb, I collect the cum. Rising over Henrik, I press my thumb to his lips. “Taste.”

His expression heats as he flicks his tongue out, tasting himself. My cock twitches as he sucks my thumb into his mouth, nipping the pad with his teeth. “You taste pretty good too, right?”

He lets me go with a satisfied nod. Then he lies back, his hands gliding along my ribs and over the curve of my hips. “More.”

“Baby, we’re just getting started.” Using my hands, I massage and soothe, helping him relax, while my mouth continues to tease.

I taste every inch of him, breathing him in.

His skin is so warm. The scent of his body wash is soft on his skin—citrus and salt, with a soothing middle note I can’t quite place.

“You smell like the sea,” I practically moan into his stomach.

He makes a sound like a hum of laughter, one hand braced on my shoulder. “Well, that’s fitting for a crab.”

I smile, nipping the soft skin at his hip. The combination of my hands and mouth quickly has him rocking on the bed, trying to thrust with his hips. “Teddy,” he begs. And I swear, there’s no sweeter sound.

I kiss lower, letting a hand slip between his legs to caress his upper thigh. “What do you need, baby?”

“More,” he says again.

With a turn of my wrist, I cup his balls, letting them rest warm and heavy against my palm as I stroke his taint with two fingers.

He gasps, legs spreading like he’s inviting me in.

Fuck, it’s so beautiful. I reach down a little further, touching the bud of his asshole with the pad of my middle finger.

I give it a press, feeling his body’s natural reaction.

He tenses, even as he groans with need. “Have you ever been taken here?”

He shakes his head, eyes shutting tight. “No.”

“Do you like when I do this?”

“I like when you do anything,” he says on a breath, stifling a groan as I give his balls a little squeeze.

His admission has my confidence soaring.

He wants me in charge. He said he wants me to show him what this can be.

I know part of him meant it metaphorically.

But he also means it literally. He’s never been with a man.

He doesn’t know what this can be. Henrik literally wants me to show him.

“Turn over,” I say, pulling on his hips. “Hands and knees, baby.”

There’s no hesitation in him as he does what he’s told, rolling first to his side, then up on his knees. His trust in me is absolute. It’s the most powerful of aphrodisiacs. I’m practically whimpering to get my first taste of him.

The muscles of his shoulders flex as he glances back at me. I sense his nerves, warring with his resolve. “Tell me what to do.”

“Nothing.” I smooth my hands up his sides as I kiss his warm back. “Just enjoy. Tell me to stop, and it stops.”

He rocks back into the press of my hands. “Don’t stop.”

Fuck, he’s so perfect. So strong, yet so willing to give.

Stroking my hands over the curves of his ass, I spread his cheeks, taking my first look at his tight hole.

Reaching a hand between his legs, I curl my fingers around his hard shaft, giving it a pull.

As he arches into that touch, I descend, kissing his ass cheek.

He gasps, body stiff as he takes in the new sensation.

With my free hand, I press in at his asshole, testing the tightness.

“You have to relax,” I say against his warm skin.

“I’m gonna work you up to taking my cock.

But let’s just start with fingers, okay?

Can I taste you here?” I press in at his hole again, even as I stroke his hard length.

He groans. “Too much.”

I still. “What’s too much? Tell me what to stop.”

He taps my hand on his dick, and I let him go. Smiling I give his ass cheeks a slow, firm squeeze with both hands. “One thing at a time then, yeah? Henrik, baby, I’m gonna play with your asshole now. Just say stop and—”

“Don’t stop,” he commands over me.

Still smiling, I spread his cheeks with both hands and descend, licking his tight bud. He cries out something in Swedish, rocking away. But then his hips press right back towards me, and I lick him again. “Hold still,” I growl.

He moans, muttering something unintelligible as my grip on his hip tightens and I start to play. I lick and suck, massaging his cheeks with my hands. Then I dribble some spit onto his hole and work him with my fingers, loving the way his body responds. “Feel good?”

“I hardly know,” he says on a breath. “What are you doing?”

Chuckling, I replace my fingers with my mouth and moan low, letting him feel the vibrations against his ass as I prod with my tongue. I flick and tease, rimming his tight bud, pressing in until I feel the muscle give. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

His only response is a desperate, muffled groan.

Sitting up, I run a hand up his spine, pressing his shoulders down as I push inside him with one finger.

“Oh, Christ,” he pants, his body instantly tensing.

Fuck, he’s so tight, I wanna scream. I want to pull my finger out and shove my dick in.

I wanna pound his tight hole, fill him to the brim.

But I wait. I go slow. “That’s it, baby,” I soothe.

Grabbing his shoulder, I push my finger all the way in.

Then I kiss along his collarbone, up his neck, to his ear.

“How does it feel?” I slowly slide the finger in and out, flexing the tip along his prostate until he groans.

“Teddy—Christ—how can it feel so good?”

Smiling, I pull my finger out to the tip. “Want more?”

He nods.

Rocking back on my ankles, I squeeze his ass cheek and spit onto his hole, pressing in with a second finger.

He drops down to his elbows, forehead pressed to his arms, as I push in past his tight ring of muscle with both fingers.

“So good,” I praise. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight. Relax a bit more for me, okay?”

He grunts something in Swedish. It doesn’t sound like the word “stop,” so I keep going, using my spit to work the fingers in deeper, massaging his tight ring of muscle to help him relax. I pull my fingers out and he groans in frustration. “Want more?”

“Yes,” he groans, his voice muffled by the bed. “Teddy, please.”

I swear to god, if this man keeps begging me, I’m not gonna last until I’m inside him. Already, my cock aches with the need for release. Scrambling off the bed, I dart to the bathroom.

He pushes up on all fours, watching me go with a mix of longing and confusion. “Teddy, what—”

“I’ll be right back,” I call, rattling open the drawers under the sink until I find my small bottle of lube. I hurry back into the bedroom, already squirting some of the lube into my hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me.” I climb back onto the bed behind him. “I’m not saying I’ve got god’s gift to dicks, but it’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, right?”

He actually looks confused, the precious man. “Teddy, I’ve never—”

“I know,” I say over him, stifling my laugh as I rub my lubed fingers over his hole.

He swallows the rest of his words, rocking back against the pressure of my hand.

Smoothing my free hand down his back, I work two fingers inside him again, letting him flex and press against me.

“Babe, you’re a natural. You’re gonna make such a tight fit for me. ”

“Feels so good,” he manages in English.

The give of his body is making me feel high. He’s so eager to let me fill him. I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough. “I need to be inside you,” I say on a breath. “Please, let me take you. Need to fill you, make you mine.”

“Do it.”

I work my fingers in and out a few more times, twisting them until I press down on his prostate. His body spasms. “Teddy!”

“I know, baby. God, fuck, I know. Just give me a sec.” I pull my fingers free and fumble with the cap of the lube, slicking the cool liquid all over my dick.

Shifting forward on my knees, I grab him by the hip, inching closer until my tip is in position.

“Push against the pressure, baby. Bear down on me. And if it’s too much—”

“Christ, Teddy, just put your dick in me!”

The thrill of being treated like a bottom while I top him has my shaft twitching with eagerness in my hand.

I slick my tip over his lubed hole, marking what’s mine.

Doing this bare is such a rush. I can’t even imagine what the wet heat of his channel will feel like without the barrier of a condom to dull my senses.

Taking a deep breath, I start to press in.

I’m a groaning, eager mess as I feel my tip slip past his tight ring of muscle.

Henrik grunts, pushing up on his hands. “Christ in heaven.”

I try to laugh, but it comes out as a whine as I sink in another inch. Watching him take me is going to finish me too soon. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and let myself feel everything instead—the warmth of him, the tight squeeze. God, I’m flying.

Is this real? I’m half a dick deep inside Henrik Karlsson.

We’re married, and he just told me I’m his.

Better yet, he just told me he’s mine . Crying out, I start to move my hips.

My instincts command it. I pull him back to me, letting his heat swallowing me inch by inch as I stretch him to take me.

Remembering myself, I smooth my hands all over him, tethering us with as much touch as possible. “Are you okay? Does it feel good?”

He nods, unable to speak, eyes shut tight.

I slip my hand around to stroke his hard cock as I press in again.

“You like my dick in your ass? You’re so tight for me.

So fucking perfect. So beautiful. Min man.

” The words come out in a stream as I stroke him slowly.

His tip is dripping for me. Desperate for a taste, I swipe my thumb across his head and bring it to my lips, sucking on his essence with my tongue. “Oh god—”

Grabbing tight to his hips with both hands, I bury myself all the way inside him.

Spots of light dance in my vision, and I’m seconds away from blowing my load.

I’ve wanted this for too long. Now it’s here and I can’t make it last. “Oh— fuck —” Dropping a hand between us, I grip my balls tight, trying to stave off this aching need to come.

Beneath me, Henrik moans, his ass clenching around me tight enough to make me see fucking stars. “Teddy—I can’t—”

I kiss his shoulders as we move together. Sliding in and out, I take him again and again, stretching his tight hole, burying myself inside the man I love. My husband. My Henrik. Oh god, how did we ever finally get here?

“Teddy,” he says again, his voice breathless and low.

“What, baby?”

Anything. I’ll give him anything.

“Stop.”