Puck Buddies by Tara Brown

I honestly didn’t think I was staying out
longer than an hour, maybe two.”
    “You weren’t planning on going home with
anyone?” He brushes a finger over the middle of the underwear and nods when I
gasp.
    I shake my head; my mouth is pressed
shut.
    “But you’ve thought about this, even if
you hate me. You’ve thought about me fucking you.” He softly drags his wide
thumb up and down the thin fabric.
    “No,” I gasp again as he moves in a light
circular motion, staring straight at me.
    “Yes, you have. I have too. I’ve thought
about you for a long time.”
    I can’t take the intensity of his stare
mixed with the admission, so I close my eyes and let my head fall back as my
breaths fill with subtle moans. He almost tickles as he moves to the side of
the underwear, slipping his finger beneath the cloth. He slows again, running
the length of my slit as my body becomes like a pincushion. Every tiny nerve is
lit inside me.
    He pauses after a moment, forcing me to
open my eyes and glance down just as he drags my underwear to the side,
exposing me. “You have a beautiful pussy.” He traces my lips with his wide
thumb again, staring for a heartbeat before he lowers his face between my legs.
I spread farther to accommodate his body, but he lifts my calves onto his
shoulders and buries himself in me.
    I can’t fight crying out when his warm
mouth lands on me, covering me in heat as he flicks and sucks until he’s
right—I can’t see straight.
    My hips move against his face, grinding
in a circle as everything builds. He slides one of those meaty fingers into me,
gently at first and then building in speed until his fist is bumping against my
ass and his tongue is flicking me.
    Everything peaks and maintains at exactly
the right spot. My hands grip the leather seats and I make more noise than I
want to.
    His finger pumping in and out jerks me,
cutting off each moan with a grunt.
    He increases his pace, building up to a
proper fucking.
    My body tenses and tightens around him,
quivering as he presses down hard on my clit with his thumb but keeps his
finger thrusting. My back arches and my toes curl, and I nearly snap a nail off
on the leather seat as the orgasm rocks me from every direction.
    I don't get the break I might need.
    The moment I’m done, he’s up
and pulling a condom on his already bobbing cock. I don't really get to see it
and am uncertain of the size or girth when he puts my feet on his shoulders and
grins. “Ready for the finale?”
    I bite my lip and nod.
    He rubs himself against me for a second
before pushing in. I clench down at the wrong moment and his girth stretches
me.
    “Relax,” he reassures me. “I’ll go slow.”
He gets the head in first, slowly dipping it in and pulling out, allowing my
body to adjust to the difference between his finger and his cock.
    Working us both, he groans when his hips
hit my ass. His huge hands knead my thighs as he uses my legs as his grip bars,
pulling me into him and meeting me with a steady pace.
    He doesn't rush.
    He savors the entire trip in and out of
me, which is my favorite. I hate being banged unless it’s from behind.
    His eyes meet mine in an awkward moment
of thrusting and groaning, but our stare stays on one another. I can’t look
away. He’s inside me, pressing down on me, and somehow he finds his way into my
mind as well.
    My exhales slow with the pace, adjusting for moaning as we move like a ship on the waves,
rocking and groaning.
    The pained expression, the trouble in his
stormy dark-green eyes, consumes me. I almost experience what
it’s like being inside me , his eyes are so expressive .
He’s in blissful agony as he reaches down, letting my legs fall wide to the
sides. He pulls me to him and scoops me up, sitting back at the same time so I
can ride him.
    Before we were sort of banging, just
enjoying it more than a real pounding. But now something else is happening.
There’s savoring where there should be using. The hate has melted