“Wow.”
He laughed, rolling over to show me.“See?”
“You are a perfect, beautiful little slut.”
“Fuck, Oliver.Say that again.”
I grinned and leaned down to lick over his jaw.“You are—” I licked over his Adam’s apple.“—a beautiful—” I licked the perfect lobe of his ear.“—little—” I licked the tip of his nose, making him laugh.I leaned in to whisper in his ear.“—slut.”
He groaned, arching up against me, almost fully hard again as he pulled at himself.“Fuuuuck.Shit.”
I sat back on my heels and waved my dick at him.“You want this?”
“Yeah,” he said, scrabbling to his knees and grabbing my chin as he kissed me, fierce and possessive, like he wasn’t completely at my mercy.He smiled against my mouth.“I like the way you talk.”
“Good.I like to tell you what to do.”
“Tell me what to do now.”
I pushed gently on his shoulder, guiding him to my cock.“I want to fuck your mouth.”
“God.Okay.”
“I like to watch you choke on it.”
“You’re a pervert, Oliver,” he said, with a sigh.
“Maybe.”
“Between you and Kamal, I don’t know what to do.”
“Do what you’re told, Puck.”
“Oliver,” he sighed and opened his mouth as I guided my cock between his lips.
“Good boy.”
He choked a laugh, the vibrations riding my dick, making me groan and curse.I held him steady while I thrust into his hot, wet heat, his tongue flat and broad beneath me, his gaze holding mine.
“Oh, Jesus.Puck.Puck,” I stuttered, using him to pleasure myself, remembering everything I’d seen him do for Kamal and how he’d bristled and fought but now was a pliant plaything forme.The power I seemed to have over him was heady, and I knew he could withdraw it in an instant.The only hold I had on him was his desire for me.But that was enough.For now.
I thrust deeper, making him choke again, and then I came hard, gripping his shoulder and emptying into his willing throat as he made the most delicious sounds.
This time, he swallowed everything.
Finally, he pulled off and licked his lips, giving me the most lascivious grin as his hand drifted down to grab his erection.
“Mmm.So good,” I hummed.
I stared down at him as he lazily stroked himself, while I caught my breath and relished the quiet privacy of the bunkhouse.
I glanced at the door and then back at Puck.“How much time you think we have?”
He glanced at the door, too, and shrugged.“Maybe half an hour?If we’re lucky.”
I nodded.I knew what I wanted.
“Get up and sit on the bunk.”
