Pucks & Penalties (Pucked) - Helena Hunting Page 0,34
moving too slow.
Lily is naked.
Lily is perfect.
Lily is everything I want.
And she’s right in front of me, yet all I can do is stare because I have no idea what the rest of this week is going to look like. I’m really fucking terrified that tonight is going to be the last night I get to be with her before she finds out I’m defective.
She slides her palms under my shirt, so I raise my arms to make it easier for her to take it off. Once I’m shirtless she runs her hands over my chest and circles my nipples. I groan, because the ache in my balls is back. Then she follows with her mouth. Jesus. I’m so fucking horny and stressed right now. There’s too much going on in my head for me to be able to enjoy this the way I should.
All of a sudden I feel the soft brush of her fingers over the head of my cock. “Can I take these off?” She tugs on the waistband of my jeans. I let her, because the end result—getting naked—is what I’ve been waiting for, but when I try to pull her down to the mattress, she straddles me and pushes on my chest.
Lily isn’t usually the aggressor.
“Randy?” Her voice is soft and breathless as her lips touch mine.
“Hmm?” I skim the gentle curve of her hip.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
There are things that happen that change a person’s world. I’m pretty sure, looking back, this might be the moment I actually start to recognize that I have feelings for Lily extending far beyond what happens in my pants. And not because of the way she chooses to tell me she wants to blow me, but because of what follows that simple, yet powerful declaration.
Before we take this any further, I think it’s important to go back in time for a few moments, to truly understand why it’s so damn difficult to accept that Lily wants to wrap those gorgeous, luscious lips of hers around my cock.
My first—and last—failed attempt at getting a blow job happened when I was eighteen. That may seem old, but considering what I’d been through as a kid, and the fucked-up state of my dick, it hadn’t seemed reasonable for me to test out the joys of the BJ before then. Up until I was drafted to the farm team, Miller and I had mostly hung out and watched highlights after games. He’d been getting tons of action from his tutors for a couple of years. My situation was a little different.
Sure, I whacked off all the time like normal guys my age, but I was highly aware that it took me a shitton longer to reach the end than it seemed to take others, even with all the practice I got. Everything worked, I just wasn’t sure how well, and the few times I’d gotten handies from girls at parties in high school, it had been in the dark, fumbling around, and I’d always helped them out so I could finish. Sex was different. Even with a condom, all that hot and tight and wet made coming a lot easier. Also, naked girl and those soft noises—or loud ones—they made when they were getting close also helped.
I’d watched enough crappy porn to more than understand the allure of the blow job. Violet’s graphic description of the act accurately depicts the exact reason why guys want to put their dick in a mouth. By that point I’d eaten out a couple of girls before we got down to the real business, too, so I got the allure of that. Having some girl writhing around underneath me, grabbing my hair and grinding herself on my face while I tongue-fucked her, was definitely hot. Plus I have a lot of dick, so I don’t want to just get in there without any prep.
Anyway, on the night in question. I’d just finished doing that. The girl I was with—we’ll call her Jezebel, even though that wasn’t her name—had just come on a super-loud moan, thanks to my superior tongue skills. I’d already gotten a condom out and was ready to turn off the lights, drop my boxers, and roll that baby on. We’d been out a bunch of times, but it wasn’t serious or anything, just a continual hook up.
However, apparently this time she wanted to return the favor. I hit the lights before she straddled my legs and yanked my boxers down.