I held his hands and played with his fingers.“I’ll ask Adam.If he says no, then maybe I can sneak into the bunkhouse or something.”
“You’re dedicated.”
“Yes.I am.”
Adam gave the okay, and Puck came back to my room that night after supper.
We didn’t even do anything other than snuggle and talk about everything under the sun, until we fell asleep.In the morning, Puck woke me to say he was heading to the grooming barn.
*
THE NEXT TIMEPuck came up to my room, we did more than just chat.
“Hmm,” he said.“I suppose I should thank you somehow.”
I laughed.“For what?”
He shrugged.“For helping to dig my head out of my ass.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
We gazed at each other.Then Puck took his hands from his pockets and moved toward me, fingers going to my shirt.He untucked it from my pants.
“Maybe I want to thank you…”
I rested my hands on his narrow hips.“Well, if you really want to thank me.”
Puck grinned from ear-to-ear.“Ireallywant to thank you.”He glanced at the door.“Did you lock it?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.Do you think Adam will care that I’m up here…thankingyou?”
I took Puck’s chin in my hand and planted an eager kiss on his lips.“I think Adam will probably mind his own business.If we’re circumspect.”
“What the fuck does that mean, Oliver?”
I laughed.“It means if you can keep from screaming my name when I make you come.”
Puck winked.“No promises.”
He did fairly well, but I ended up stuffing a pair of clean underwear into his mouth to keep him quiet, which he seemed to enjoy.This was after he’d given me a soul-destroying blow job and I’d had to bite my own tongue to keep quiet.Now I was licking him all over his balls and ass and driving him completely crazy, especially because he couldn’t give way to unhindered vocalizations.
His muffled groans made me hard all over again.He was completely malleable today, after the good news he’d had the day before, with regards to his friend.He was open and vulnerable and able to relax for the first time in what was probably ages.And I took advantage of that, breaking him apart until he panted my name against the wad of fabric in his mouth.
“Okay, fine.Do you want to come?”
“Uh, uh!”he groaned, voice harsh and desperate, words strangled by the impromptu gag.
“Stick out your ass for me, ponyboy.”I said, shoving his knees forward so his rear went up, and I had plenty of access to his cock.
“Gug,” he mumbled indistinctly, spreading his legs and grasping the bedcover in his fists.
“Good boy.Such a good boy.Such a delicious pony.”
I lapped at his hole again, then lubed up my fingers and got to work, pumping him and stretching him.I wasn’t going to fuck him, but I wanted to get him off like fireworks on Canada Day.
I felt cocky and in control.I liked it.
