“Puck…” She exhales.
ChapterTwenty-Three
RANEY
Puck’s confession is a lot to take in. But on the other hand, it’s not. He always wore his heart on his sleeve when we were younger. It’s his straight up honesty that once again reaffirms how special he is.
Before we both get lost in the moment, my body gets assaulted by a rippling cramp. Dragging my teeth over his jaw, my hands skate up over his body. His words fill my omega heart with sweetness, but now I need him to fill my omega body with his cock.
“Turn around so I can see her enjoying herself, Puck.” Koz’s deep rumble filters through the speakers and knowing he’s watching is a turn on. It’s not the first time we’ve had sex with each other this way, but today Koz is softer, intuitively knowing how much I needed this. Needed Puck, I mean.
Smirking over my shoulder, I wink at Koz before I shift around, giving myself some room. Trailing my mouth over Puck’s bare chest all the way down until I can lean in and kiss his cock. I want to go slow, but after one taste, I know going slow is not going to happen. I need to make it so his flavour is the only thing in my mouth. I flick my tongue over his velvety head, twisting it around his piercing before I do the same to the next. I make it to the third one, the bar hitting my teeth before I want more. I deep throat him without warning.
Puck curses, while his hands rub over my shoulders as I suck on him. He taps his fingers over my shoulder, and I look up and wait as he moves around, bringing one of his feet up onto the bed where he can reach to pull my ass cheeks wide apart, giving Koz a better view.
“Fuck, Raney, that’s so good,” he whispers, watching me intently while he holds me open for the camera.
I can feel his muscles clenching and releasing, and his hips start moving in time with each bob and suck as I explore each and every one of his piercings in my mouth and against my throat. The extra stimulation of his piercings feels incredible and I know it feels good for him. He keeps groaning, praising me quietly.
Testing out what he likes, I alternate between licking his knob like a lollipop and sucking on it before using my teeth again to tug on each one of his piercings. He likes everything.
“Come on, Raney, stop messing around and show him how you suck dick,” Koz snarls, making both Puck and me let out a weird groan.
Holding on to his length I hollow my cheeks and suck his knob properly. Puck responds in an instant.
“Fuck!” he calls out, digging his hands in my hair to hold me still so he can start to control the moment.
“Puck, don’t go easy on her. Wrap her hair in your fist and pull her hair. Hard,” Koz says, his tone leaving no room for misinterpreting his demand.
“Raney?” Puck double checks, and I answer by tugging on his top piercing enough to make him hiss and shuffle his ass into gear.
He fumbles a little getting all my hair in his fist, but when he tugs my head back, he does it hard enough to make a deep rush of arousal race through me. Puck’s pre-come keeps pooling over my tongue like a tasty treat. I don’t want to swallow, I want to savour it. It’s such a turn on having it coat my tongue.
“That’s enough of that,” Koz snaps. “Puck, start on Raney’s tits. She’ll love you for it. I’ll nearly kill you for it, but you being with her is never going to be risk free. Kneel up, micina, I want to make sure he does it right.”
Koz has always been bossy when we have sex. And I let him because I fucking love it. Him telling me, blow by blow how to move or what to do, lets me focus on enjoying the moment. I know some people absolutely loathe that loss of control, but it seems like Puck might be on the same page as me because he starts jacking himself off harder as he leans and bites down on my nipple with a long, slow groan.
I lose track of time, getting lost in a building sea of pleasure as he reacquaints himself with my body. In no time, Koz is instructing us again. “Puck, spin my kitten around so I can watch you lick her until her slick is coating your face.”
We both scramble. Perhaps I move too far, but Puck growls before he drops down and makes me his prisoner with his body, presence, and scent; and fucking hell, it makes me deliriously happy.
Puck drags his nose up the inside of my thigh, nuzzling my skin and groaning. I want to rush him but I want to savour this too. I’d actually like to flip him over and ride him until both of us lose control, but for the time being, it’s Koz and him guiding me. He lifts one of my feet, dropping it on his shoulder. “Leave it there, Raney.” His voice is like thunder now, rumbling low. He triple checks on me with a dirty smile on his puffy, kissed up lips. “God, I’ve missed having my mouth on your pussy.”
He holds me open as he licks me from top to bottom. Growling more when I thrash.
“Tell me…” Koz demands, clearly wanting a play by play on everything. I swear to gods, Puck, and him, this… is like heaven.
Without looking at the screen, Puck clears his throat a couple of times before finding his voice. “I thought I could go slow. I fucking want to, but she’s lying here looking like a buffet and tasting like my fantasy.”
“She tastes like liquid gold, Puck. Once your mouth is on her, you’ll be addicted.”
He shakes his head. “Too late for that. I was an addict before you were. Trust me.” His thumbs glide against the outside of my pussy, and it’s like holding a live wire against my skin; we both jolt, and then we both release a shuddering moan as he replaces his thumbs with his mouth again. Closing my eyes, I surrender. And he takes me straight past oblivion.
I fall completely under Puck’s spell. It’s not just his mouth on my pussy, his tongue deep inside me—it’s his skin on mine, the sound of his own enjoyment filling the room and his intense petrichor perfume. It’s so overwhelming, but it’s not nearly enough. Lifting my other leg to settle over his shoulder, I lock my ankles behind his head and let my legs open wider.
He zeros in on my clit, flicking his tongue against it as he pumps two of his thick fingers deep in my pussy. And I am so close to coming all over his face. Half sitting up, I dig my fingers through his hair and hold him there.
“More, Puck, more,” I beg.
