Page 78 of The Big Puck

The invitation is raw and impossible to deny, to even think about denying. In fact, it’s a command, and I’m so under his spell I automatically follow because let’s face it, if this were a dream, this is how I would dream it—with him commanding me to join him in the shower.

I don’t even know how or why I pulled off my clothes sometime in the night—wait, that’s not true. I think I have a good idea, remembering my dream about Spence as I step under the spray of hot water. Reaching out, I touch the smooth muscles of his chest because I need to convince myself he’s real.

“What are you doing here?” I finally think to ask what he’s doing in my room, but he cuts me off with his mouth on mine, pulling me in. Of course, this is what he’s doing here—fulfilling your dream.

Instead of answering me, he wraps an arm around me, crushing me to his hard body as he leans against the shower wall and runs a hand up and down and back up, before taking my chin. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, oh God, yes—”

He swallows my words covering my mouth as he tilts my head back and plunges deep inside with his tongue. At the same time, I grind against him, his stiff heavy cock throbbing between my thighs, and I long for that contact, that touch.

He lets go of my mouth, breath heaving, and runs both hands down my body.

“I want to worship you, touch you, explore every part of you, Lainey.” His fingers skitter over my hips and across my belly to the center of my thighs as he turns me around so that my rear presses against his erection as it nestles between my cheeks, sending a delicious shiver through me.

At the same time, he lowers his mouth to my ear, breathing and murmuring how beautiful I am as his fingers explore, lightly drawing circles around my sensitive nub. I move my hips, alternately pressing my rear against him and pressing my pussy against his hand.

When he trails a finger through my folds, I cry out until he covers my mouth with his, nipping my lower lip and sucking my tongue. I’m on sensory overload, with my entire body pressed to his, his mouth on mine, and his hands and fingers running through my pussy, dipping inside and teasing my swollen nub.

He lifts his mouth from mine, and I whimper.

He whispers in my ear, “You’re so wet, so responsive, you’re driving me wild.”

“You’re driving me insane. I’m doing nothing but melting into a puddle.” I raise my arms to hold his face near mine, to look at his face, to see his eyes. My heart hammers as he stares back at me, watching me as he circles my clit and flicks it, then presses until I cry out, my knees buckling as my muscles quiver.

“Oh my God, Spence… Oh!” I cry out and clutch at his arms to hold onto him as he holds me up, playing my body, my pussy, like a magical instrument as the pressure builds, and I throb close to release. He thrusts his fingers inside me, pressing on my clit at the same time, and when he curls his fingers, deeply touching me like I’ve never been touched before, I scream as I clench hard around him, spots jumping around as the world goes black, and I stop breathing as the wave of ecstasy takes me away.

He whispers in my ear. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world. Watching you fall apart in my arms, feeling you come around me, your juices bathing my fingers, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I want to cum all over you.”

He turns me around in his arms and holds me up against him, my breasts smashed against his hard chest and my nipples pebbling at the sensation.

“You are the most erotic human being in the world. I never felt anything like this before. I…” I stop myself because I don’t know what I’m going to say next, but I know this isn’t the time or place for confessions. “Please let me make you come. Let me taste you. Let me take you in my mouth—”

“Are you sure? I’m not exactly small.”

A slow smile grows as my heart stutters. “I’m made for this challenge.” I’m rewarded with his half smile, a small quirk on one side of his mouth making him look, part angel, part devil, and all sexy sin.

My legs still a little rubbery, I slide my hands down his body, across his abs, fluttering past his six-pack to his cock as I lower myself. He holds onto my shoulders, his hands strong, large, and possessive—reassuring. I look up at him, and he fists a hand in my wet hair.

“Do you want me in your mouth, Lainey?”

I glance at his magnificent cock bobbing in front of me, juice leaking from the tip, and my mouth literally waters. “So much.” But I don’t waste any more words convincing him. I dart out my tongue and lick up his pre-cum, savoring the saltiness and savoring his growly moan.

With two hands, I firmly hold him, hungry as I wrap my mouth around him and suck him inside as far and fast as I can, licking and tasting as I go. He shudders and calls out my name, clutching my hair and pressing my head until he hits the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering, and I bob my head up. Then, without provocation as I listen to his gasps and uneven breaths, I swallow him and suck, then pull my mouth up and lick his tip, slashing my tongue through the slit, tasting his delicious saltiness.

“Jesus… Lainey.” His hands shake as he holds me, and I suck him inside my mouth again, and again, as far as he’ll go, to the back of my throat, ignoring the gags and my watery eyes, feeling him, feeling him shake, hearing his breaths come as gasps, and feeling his balls tighten in my hand as I suck.

“I’m coming…” The growling sound he makes is feral as he explodes down my throat, his hand gripping my hair as I swallow wave after wave of cum, and there’s so much it leaks from my mouth. He finally pulls me up to a stand, drooling his cum, and he kisses my mouth, his hands holding my face, spreading the cum over my cheeks and chin with his thumbs.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? How special? You’re so giving and gorgeous.” He holds me to his chest, and I wrap my arms around him, our hearts beating frantically against each other, our breathing heavy. As we slowly calm down, he turns the water off and kisses me. His lips are infinitely tender against mine, reverent. I kiss him back, realizing my lips are swollen, but I don’t care.

He dries me off meticulously, tenderly, taking extra care in my most sensitive spot, the one he knows so intimately now, between my thighs.

“I can’t believe you came to Buffalo,” he says, “How did you get into my room?” He’s shaking his head in disbelief, and I’m so taken up by his hands on me, taking care of me, that his question takes a moment to register. He wraps me in the towel and then dries himself.

“Your room? I thought…” Boom. The crash of sudden realization makes me stumble, and he wraps his arms around me.

“What? This is—”