He cocked his head.“My, you get bossy when a boy lets you fuck his mouth.”
I gave a soft laugh and offered my hand to help him.“I like being bossy with you.”
“I noticed.”
Puck sat his bare ass on the bunk and leaned back, propping himself on one hand while he teased himself with the other and gazed up at me.
“What do you want, Oliver?”
I didn’t answer, simply tucked myself away and dropped to my knees, sliding my hands along his thighs and over his hips as I leaned toward his dick.
He grinned, aiming it at me with his eyebrows arched.“This?”he whispered.
“Yeah.”
“You mean I don’t have to do it myself?”
“Nope.”
He smiled, increasing the rhythm of his strokes as I bent forward and kissed his dick softly on its glistening head.
Puck whimpered and his breath hitched again.“Oliver…”
I met his gaze and opened my mouth, engulfing his cock and swirling my tongue over it.
“Oh!Fuck,”he groaned, lowering his hand and leaning back on both arms now as he gave himself up to me.“Oh, God.”
His hips moved unconsciously forward.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick, holding it firmly as I used my tongue and jaw to force the most erotic, soul-destroying sounds from him.He tasted of sweat and spunk and testosterone, those earthy notes pulling at me with sweet seduction as I went to town on him, clutching his hips to keep him still.
He tried to thrust, but I increased the strength of my hold and he whined.The look of frustration on his face, warring with the bliss of having his dick sucked, entranced me.He stilled and suffered while I went at him–licking and sucking him everywhere, my tongue dipping down to his balls and taint before running up the underside of his cock again.
He curled forward, fingers circling behind my head and pushing me forward gently.He was tired of being the passive one, and he let me know it by gripping my hair and controlling the movements of my head.
I growled and increased my sloppy, drooling attack, relishing the sounds that came from his parted lips—more urgent and breathless as he approached his climax.Once I relaxed my grip on his hips, he began to fuck my face with abandon, holding my head still and pushing his cock to the back of my throat like I’d done to him moments ago.
Electric tingles coursed through me as I let him use me, until, with a cry, he stilled and emptied with a grunt.His grasp pulled at my scalp as I swallowed his release with satisfaction and triumph.
“Oh…my…fuck!” he gasped, his hold on my hair changing from a death grip to a caress as he came down from his ecstatic climax.I tightened my arms around his hips and sucked him through the waning of his orgasm until he squirmed and pushed me off.
“Stop.God, stop.Too much.”
I relinquished him with a sadness I felt to my toes because I knew the time we’d had together was about to run out.I lay my head on his thigh and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers threading softly through my hair.
The bunkhouse was silent and still.
“Oliver,” he said, finally.
I looked up at him, my heart melting at how wrecked and serene he looked.
“Let’s go for a swim.”
I hadn’t expected him to say that.I thought he’d dismiss me with the excuse that the others would be back, and I’d have to leave out of politeness.
So I blinked in surprise and said, “Sure,” then stood shakily.I watched Puck pull on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, then slide into his flip-flops.
“I don’t have my suit,” I said.
