Page 35 of Cocky Mother Pucker


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Of course not. He’s playing it up so that Brody can hear him above all the party noise.

Nick turns to me. “Your turn.”

I bite my bottom lip, my heartbeat kicking up. Then I take a breath, open my mouth, and cry out, “Oh, yes!!”

“Nice. Now say something dirty,” Nick whispers.

I quietly clear my throat, my skin hot. “Oh my god, Nick!” I cry out, my voice breathy and whiny. A second later, I slap my hand over my mouth to hold in a laugh. I soundsoridiculous.

Nick quirks his eyebrow at me. “That wasn’t dirty.”

I bite my lip, holding in a laugh. I feel so silly and a little shy. But also…weirdly excited. God, this is so random.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.

Nick just grins and mouths, “Nice.”

The reassurance from him quells the doubt coursing through me. That faint throb between my legs is back.

We’re both quiet for a few seconds, then Nick says, “You like it when I go hard, honey?”

I pull my lips into my mouth. I’m sure my face is some insane shade of red right now.

Nick nods at me, silently telling me it’s my turn.

I take a moment to work up the nerve, then I let out a moan. “Mmmh oh, yes. Just like that.”

My eyes go wide. That actually sounded pretty convincing.

Nick’s brow lifts like he’s amused. His smile relaxes, and he looks at me. “More.”

I work up the nerve to moan again, this time louder. Then I whimper.

“Don’t stop, Nick. Please. I need your dick.”

His bourbon brown eyes widen. He’s not smiling anymore. His mouth is a straight line, and the tan skin on his neck is turning red.

Crap. Am I being too over the top?

“Was that too much?” I whisper.

He shakes his head and swallows hard. “No, that was perfect. And very realistic sounding. Um, good job.”

I smile, relieved. I swipe my hair over my shoulder, feeling even hotter now.

“What should we do now?” I ask him.

He blinks quickly and shakes his head, like he’s trying to think.

“I’m gonna slap my leg, and you just moan along, okay?”

I nod. He slaps his massive quad. I moan. He slaps again. I moan even louder, my imagination running wild at how he’d make this noise in bed…

He’d be fucking me from behind and slapping my ass.

That ache between my legs intensifies. God, that’s hot to think about.

I notice his jaw is bulging, like he’s biting down hard. He slaps his leg again. I cry out. Every inch of my skin is on fire now.