But he did.He absolutely did.
I glanced at his cock and I swear to God it looked like a rocket ready for takeoff—perfectly straight and sticking up.The head was purple with congestion and fluid leaked down the side of it, in snail trails of shiny moisture.
“You are sofuckinghard.”I reached around and swiped some of the wetness with my finger, putting it into my mouth and slurping loudly.
“Oliver!”
“Okay, okay,” I said.“I’m going to get you ready for me.”
“Yes,” he hissed, head dropping to the mattress, shoulders relaxing.
I lubed up my condom-covered cock and then pressed my slippery fingers against his hole, sliding them around the wrinkled edge and then slipping one inside.
Puck gasped and stuttered, his body tensing.
“Okay?”I asked, holding still for a second.
Puck made a strangled noise but nodded, panting and shuddering, as I pushed my finger in all the way.
“So tight.Fuck, you’resotight.”
Puck made a helpless noise.“I loosen up real good, once things get going,” he panted.
“Well, they’re going,” I said, adding a second finger while Puck cried out, his cock surging.
“Fuck,” he said.“You can be rougher.Pleasebe rougher.”
I stopped trying to think of sexy things to say and concentrated on slicking up his sweet hole, plunging my fingers in and loosening him up like he wanted.
His response was immediate and amplified.I pulled my fingers out and lined up my cock, unable to wait any longer.This had been a long time coming, and I was just as desperate as he was.
I spread those perfect ass cheeks and pressed the head of my cock against the shiny wrinkled skin there.As I breached the muscle and stroked into the plush heat of him, we gasped.Then Puck gave a long, low groan and cursed as I sank in all the way.
“You okay?”I whispered, dying to move but worried about Puck.
“I’m fine.I’m fine.Just fuck me.Please, Oliver.Fuck me hard.Make me forget about everything butthis.”
“Okay.Okay.”
I wrapped my arms around his bound body and started to move, the heat and slick softness a refuge from the external world.I forgot we were in a filthy shack in the middle of the woods.I didn’t care.All I knew was that this beautiful, broken man had let me in, had trusted me with his body and his soul and I was going to make this good for him.I’d make him forget everything he was struggling with except for the bonds on his ankles and wrists, and the breaching of his body, and the igniting of his blood.
My own grunts accompanied Puck’s soft cries as I found a rhythm and kept to it, my hips snapping hard and short to maintain it, while Puck’s body responded in marvellous ways.
“I can’t hold off, Puck,” I said, not wanting to disappoint him but needing to be clear.“You are so fucking hot.So fucking gorgeous.So fucking sexy.”
I slid my hand between his thighs and wrapped my still-slick fingers around his cock, pumping it as I thrust into him.“Come for me.Shoot for me.”
With a loud, strangled cry he came over my knuckles as I pounded into him, the hot flush of his release sending me over the edge.
I yelled as I came, biting down on his shoulder, my breaths wild and loud, noises I’d never made before, ripping out of me at the intensity of it all.
The walls of the shed echoed with our cries and then everything fell silent except for our panting breaths and the heartbeat in my ears, that gradually slowed while I clutched Puck to me and peppered his head with kisses.
“Oh my God, Oliver.Jesus.”
“You okay?I’m sorry,” I said.I hadn’t meant to get that out of control.
“For what?That was…that was…” he groaned.“I don’t think I’m a virgin anymore.”
