Текст книги "Pucked Up "

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CHAPTER SIX

DOWN WITH THE COOKIE, UP WITH THE OS

I drop my bags and follow Sunny into the bathroom. She opens the linen closet and hands me a towel, then gestures to the tub with the see-through curtain. “There’s shampoo and soap and my loofah in there, if you want to use it.”

“Awesome. Thanks.”

“Do you need anything else?” She glances down at my crotch.

I still have a hard-on. “I think I’m good.”

“You don’t need anything else?” She waits a few more seconds, eyes darting from my crotch to my face and back again.

“I think everything’s covered.”

“You’re positive?” She takes a step toward the door; she doesn’t look all that excited about leaving.

“I’ll be out in, like, ten.” I turn on the water, and Sunny backs out into her room, closing the door behind her.

I let out a relieved groan. I’d love to invite her to join me, but I’m already blueballed out the ying-yang. If she gets naked and wet and puts her hand on me, I’m going to come instantly. Then she’ll never want to have sex with me because she’ll think I’m a two-pump chump. Better to take care of this situation on my own. It’s not like I’m going to need much recovery time. I’ll probably be ready to go again as soon as I’m out of the shower.

Shoving my shorts down, I set my dick free. It sticks straight out. My balls aren’t even hanging, they’re so tight. I step under the hot spray, grab my handle, and give it a couple of test jerks. It’s not even enjoyable, my balls are so achy. Also, my hands are still postseason rough, upping the sensitivity factor.

Usually I get those paraffin wax hand treatments to keep them softish, but the chick that does it for me was also on my honey list. She has a spa set up in her house, which is conveniently located down the street from my condo. Afterwards she used to take care of my dick—by wrapping it in her vagina. Since I’m seeing Sunny, I need to find a new place where that isn’t an expectation.

I grab the closest bottle and squirt some of its contents onto my hand to help speed things along—not that I need much help. The minty aroma fills the steamy space. It explains why Sunny’s hair always smells like a mojito. I don’t take into account that mint opens pores. I’m stroking away, and all of a sudden things start to get hot. I turn into the spray to wash it off, but it compounds the heat. My dick is on fire.

I have to bite my knuckle to keep from swearing. Even with the blue balls and the fire dick, I finish in less than two minutes. I have zero control over my aim, so I accidentally come all over Sunny’s loofah sponge thing. I rinse it off, but there’s no way I’m using it to wash my body.

Now that I’ve taken care of issue number one, I check out the state of my balls. The situation could be worse. For now I’ll have to make do with a clean up. I use the pink razor in the shower since mine are in my bag. Using it means my balls have now vicariously touched Sunny’s legs, and possibly her pussy. Yup. I can already feel blood rushing back down below the waist. I hurry through the rest of the shower.

It isn’t until I’m toweling off that I realize I left my clean clothes in my duffle bag, which is sitting on the other side of the door. I peek my head out, expecting to find Sunny lying on her bed, waiting for me—in my head she was naked—but I don’t see her anywhere. She doesn’t respond when I call her name.

I cross over to my bag and drop the towel on the floor, letting my balls air dry as I hunt for a pair of shorts. Just as I find what I’m looking for, the floor creaks.

“I brought you a giant penis.” Sunny is standing in the hall holding a bottle in each hand. “I mean a drink, since you already have one of those.” She uses the beer bottle to point in the direction of my crotch.

“You think my thunder stick is gigantic?”

“Thunder stick?”

“Is lightning rod of pleasure better?”

She sets the drinks down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed. “You’re ridiculous.”

I consider forgoing the shorts and walking around naked, like I would if I was at my own place, but Sunny’s had an orgasm. I can’t be sure she wants to get right back to it like I do. I turn to the side and fumble around, trying to get my foot in the leg without flashing her again. I’m hoping the shower intermission doesn’t backfire on me and they come off again soon.

Her eyes drop to my waist as I tuck myself into the shorts. “You’re not hard anymore.”

“Dicks are like balloons, they deflate.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Did you make it deflate?”

There isn’t much of a point to lying. “Yeah.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I wanted to make it deflate.”

I walk over and stroke her cheek. “Sunny, baby, you can deflate my dick any damn time you want. You don’t even have to ask.”

She rolls her eyes, but leans into the touch. “Was the shower an excuse to deflate?”

“That and I always feel gross after flying.” Violet’s the one who made it a problem after she mentioned that I’m breathing recycled air, and it’s full of people’s skin particles and shit floating around in the confined space. Sometimes she’s a real asshole.

“So you—” She gestures to my crotch, making the whacking-off motion. She’s generous in the way she holds her hand in a “C” shape, so it looks like I have a beer can for a dick. I’m hung, but that’s more in line with a circus dick.

“I did.”

“I hope you cleaned my shower after you spanked your monkey in it.” She moves back on the bed, making room for me.

“Spank my—did you—” I follow after her. “I think you’ve been talking to Violet too much.” I’m definitely not telling her I blew my load on her loofah. I need to remember to throw it out before she uses it again.

“I have an older brother, remember? His skating friends were always here, being gross. I went to my first party before I was legal to vote. I might not have the personal experience you do, but I’ve heard it all. Oh, and those boys in figure skating are way worse than the ones who play hockey.”

“Really?” I know Waters figure skated for a lot of years before he went to professional hockey. Almost every professional hockey player does a year of figure skating. It helps develop skills on the ice.

“Well, yeah, there are girls in figure skating. Those boys were always trying to get with them. It was all incest-y. Everyone was dating everyone else. Except Alex. He didn’t date anyone ’cause he was too busy.” She cocks her head to the side. “I bet the girls loved you when you were in figure skating. Those spandex outfits don’t hide anything.”

“I didn’t have to wear any spandex. I just took the lessons. I didn’t do the performance stuff.”

“Probably better that way. You would’ve terrified the ladies with your sword of lust.”

“I like that one.” I straddle her legs and lie on top of her, bracing my weight on my forearms, like a plank, and settle my head on her chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling with you.”

I’m not a pussy. I just like the snuggles. With bunnies I try to limit it to three minutes tops, otherwise they start to get the wrong idea. But I don’t have to limit cuddle time with Sunny.

We lie there for a while, not saying anything, existing. When it’s me and her, and there isn’t any bunny BS to get in the way, things are easy. We don’t have to fill silence with meaningless conversation.

From my spot on her chest, I have a close-up view of her nipple through her bra and shirt. It’s right there, almost staring back at me, so I do the logical thing and start circling it with a fingertip. Then I go over it with my knuckle like it’s a tiny speedbump and my finger is a miniature car. In my head I make the accompanying sound effects.

“Miller?” Her voice is breathy.

“’Sup, baby?”

“Can you lift your head for a second?”

I don’t want to, but I do it because she asked. Sunny arches up, pulling her shirt and that horrible sports bra over her head. Bam! Just like that she’s topless. And I’m hard again. Faint tan lines highlight her breasts.

“I thought maybe we could pick things up where we left off.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” I shift so I’m on my side next to her, one of my legs between hers. I don’t dive right in and start sucking on her nipples.

With guys, all the foreplay is nice but unnecessary. We’re happy with a handle grab and some stroking. Women are different. They need more than physical contact. It’s psychological. It’s always better when there’s lead up. I’ve seen some cool documentaries on the topic. It’s like research. Porn is probably the worst possible thing a guy can watch to get pointers on what gets a woman off. Pounding away like a jackhammer isn’t going to do it. There has to be connection. I’m good at that. I say all the right things, use all the right techniques. If there was a Masters in female orgasms, I’d have one.

I kiss her neck and rest my hand on her waist, inching my way up her side until I’m almost palming the swell. Leaning to the side, I prop myself up on an elbow and go back to circling her nipple with a fingertip. I kiss my way across her jaw until I’m at her lips.

We make out like that for a while, and every time things start to heat up, I change my approach. Her little hums and moans turn desperate, so I nibble along her throat and over her collarbone until I reach her boob. When her hands go into my hair and she arches her back, I lick her nipple.

“Miller.” It’s more groan than word.

“You want a little more of that?” I ask.

Her palm curves around the back of my neck, pushing my face into her boob. “That’d be great.”

“Like this?” I cover her nipple with my mouth, sucking softly.

“Exactly like that.”

While I use my mouth on the top half of her body, I ease a hand down to palm her through her shorts.

“What’re you doing?” Sunny asks.

I stop sucking her nipple so I can answer. “Uh . . . touching you? Do you want me to stop?” I can’t see why she would considering she’s been rubbing herself on my thigh since I started with the nipple love, but it’s always better to ask than assume.

“Yes. No. Wha—I don’t, but you already did that.”

“I’m happy to do it again.”

“But I already came, and you haven’t.”

“It doesn’t have to be a one-for-one thing, Sunny, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ll make you come as many times as you want me to, unless you have a thing against multiple orgasms.” It’s supposed to be a joke, but when she doesn’t answer right away I lean back. “Sunny?”

Her eyes dart to the ceiling, away from mine. “I’ve never had more than one.”

“Seriously? But you can have, like, four million in a row.” If I was chick I’d get myself off all the time, every hour of every day, probably. I guess it’s a good thing guys can’t have that many in a row. Otherwise we’d never get anything done.

Sunny shrugs one shoulder. “I’ve never tried to have another one. Usually my wrist is sore after the first one since it takes so long.”

“It didn’t take long for me to get you off downstairs.”

She bites her lip. “It didn’t.”

“You cool with it if I try again, then?”

“Okay. If you want, but don’t worry if you can’t make it happen.”

“Oh, I’ll make it happen.” I sit back on my knees and hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, ready to get down to business. “Can I take these off?”

At her nod, I drag them over her hips and down her legs. I take a moment to appreciate her panties, which isn’t something I usually do. They’re not satin or lace, they don’t have bows or ribbons or bling on them, and they don’t say anything dirty, but they lead to the one place I want to bury my face in more than anything else in this world right now, so they’re awesome.

“Can these go, too?” I ask, fingering the waistband.

She lifts her hips, pulls them down, and tosses them over the edge of the bed—along with her shorts.

I let out a low whistle as I catalog every bare inch of skin. “Well, my imagination sucks. You look way fucking better naked than anything my brain cooked up.”

Sunny laughs and then sighs as I run my hands up the outside of her thighs. All her naked skin touches my naked skin—except for where my shorts act as a buffer—as I settle between her parted thighs. Starting at her lips, I kiss my way down her body, stopping at her nipples before moving on. Halfway down her stomach, she grabs me by the hair. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna make you come again, remember?”

“But—I—you—down?”

She seems flustered, so I explain, in case my actions aren’t clear enough. “I wasn’t planning on using my fingers this time.”

“Oh. You want to—”

“Go down on you.”

“With your mouth?”

“That’s generally how it’s done, unless you know another way I’m unfamiliar with.”

“Uhhhhhhh . . .” She draws it out.

“Unless you don’t want me to.”

“It’s not that.”

“Awesome. This is gonna be kickass.” I’m about to go back to kissing the spot below her navel again, but her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Miller.”

“’Sup, sweets?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Sure. Fire away.”

I glance up. Her cheeks are flushed, and I haven’t even gotten started yet. Her blond hair is fanned out all over the pillow and messed up from the making out. It’s so damn sexy, apart from the fact that she seems self-conscious.

“It’s nice that you want to try to make me come with your mouth, but that’s never happened before. So don’t, like, sprain your tongue trying or anything.”

Hear those tires screeching? That’s my brain backing up. “Whoa. Wait. What?” I must have heard that wrong. “Do you mean no one’s ever made you come with their mouth, or no one’s ever gone down on you before?”

“Well . . .” There she goes, twirling her hair around her finger. “I mean, until you no one had made me come, like, ever.”

“What the fuck? You never had an orgasm until me?” Inside my head there’s a stadium of people cheering me on, because that makes me seriously awesome.

Sunny stares at my forehead. “I’ve had orgasms.”

I need more intel. “So what do you mean it’s never happened before? No one’s ever eaten your cookie?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean—God, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I’m embarrassing her. I want to ask more questions about how the hell she managed to have a long-term boyfriend in high school—that’s the information Violet passed on to me from Waters—and never managed to have an orgasm. But I don’t want her to feel bad about it. I do want to find the guy and smack him upside the head—and possibly thank him at the same time. His inadequacy makes me a certifiable god.

I plant an elbow on either side of her ribs and hover over her so we’re face to face. “Yes or no questions only, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’ve had orgasms?”

“Yes.”

“On your own?” I’m clarifying. Also, it’s hot.

“Yes.”

I want to mention how sexy I think that is, but I need to stay on point. “With your fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”

Her cheeks flame. “That’s not a yes or no question.”

That’s definitely a yes. “We’ll come back to that one later. Has anyone else ever gotten you off?” She’s already told me the answer to this question. I’m making one-hundred-percent certain I heard her correctly.

“No.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Really? Like, for real?” I don’t get how that could happen. Or not happen.

“Miller.” She clamps her legs against my sides.

I lean down and kiss the side of her jaw. I also shift my hips, rubbing up on her. “But you’ve had sex before, right?” This better be the case. I haven’t been with a virgin since I was in high school. I’d feel bad if I ended up being the person she gave it up for since I’m about as far from a virgin as a person can get, aside from real hookers.

She ducks her head so the top of her head is tucked under my chin and her nose is at my throat. I like that she’s shy about this stuff. I’m not used to it.

“Sunny?”

Her head moves.

“Is that a yes?” When she bites my collarbone, I press my hips into hers. “You do realize I’m on a mission now, right?”

She releases my skin from her teeth. “What kind of mission?”

“An orgasm mission. I’m gonna make you see stars with my tongue.”

“You can give it a shot.” She says this like she expects it not to happen.

It’s on like motherpucking Donkey Kong now. “Pfft. It’ll happen, baby.”

Now I have a goal. After I get her off with my mouth, I’m gonna try for a real-sex orgasm. I cut the conversation. All the talk is sidetracking me from my objective. I make my way down her body with my mouth, taking a detour across her right hip to her navel. Her muscles tighten as I kiss along that sensitive place between the top of her thigh and her pelvis. Her legs part farther, so I know as much as she’s unsure, she’s also interested in finding out whether I can make good on my promise.

Moving lower, I run my hands up the inside of her thighs and then back down. Hooking a palm behind her knee, I kiss the soft skin there. I glance up on her sharp inhalation, taking in all her long limbs and soft curves.

This is about more than the orgasm; it’s about Sunny and her absolute lack of them. I remember being fourteen with messed-up teeth, wondering if anyone would ever be willing to put their hand on my dick.

Having a complex meant I put extra effort into learning what girls liked. And all that practice paid off; girls went from “friend” to “friend with benefits” real fast. I spent my junior year banging my way through the senior class. I learned a lot from those girls. Specifically, what did and didn’t work. By the time I got drafted I was raking in the Os like a center pulls goals, and it opened up a whole world of bunny love.

Nothing beat the feeling of someone else’s hand, or mouth, or pussy making my dick explode.

I don’t want Sunny to have to go to the bathroom after we get busy and hide out there for an extra five minutes rubbing one out—not that girls actually do that. But it would suck if she had girl blue balls.

I take things slow at first, starting at her knee and kissing my way higher. I pay special attention to her moans and the way her hips shift to help me gauge what she likes. After a few minutes of teasing, I move over an inch and nibble right at the juncture between her thigh and her pussy. Her clit is peeking out, all swollen and looking to be licked, so I do.

“Oh my God.” Sunny’s legs clamp around my head.

“Too much?” I prop myself up on my elbows and put a palm on the inside of her thighs to keep them open.

“Yes. No. I’m not sure.”

“Should I try that again?”

“Okay.” She nods vigorously. “Please.”

“Cool.” I dive back in, but keep my eyes on her as I give her clit a kiss. She doesn’t try to vice-grip my head with her thighs this time, so I press my tongue flat against her and lick up, real slow. Her brow furrows and her mouth drops open.

“You tell me if it’s too much, ’kay?”

“It’s not too much. It’s incrawsome.”

“Is that good?”

“Sorry.” She sucks in a deep breath. “I meant to say awesome or incredible, but it came out as one word.”

“Nice. I like it.” I drop my head and get back to business, sucking and licking and nibbling, taking my cues based on how much she wants to decapitate me with her thighs. My forearms are getting a serious workout from holding them open.

I can tell from the way she’s gripping my hair and her toes curling at my ribs that she’s getting close. I suck on her clit and slip two fingers inside her, glancing up to see her eyes roll back.

“How’s that feel, Sunny Sunshine?”

“Gooooood.”

I do it again. “Just good?”

“So good?”

“You tell me when it’s amazing.” I watch her face as I move my fingers faster and suck harder.

“Oh . . . that’s—” She throws her head back, and a needy whimper escapes.

“How’s that now?”

“Amazing.”

“If I keep it up, you think you’re gonna come?”

Her nod is frantic. She keeps one hand in my hair, the other grips the sheets. All of a sudden her eyes pop open and her mouth drops. Her shock as her whole body tenses is the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.

“Ride it out, baby.”

She keeps her eyes on me while she does just that. I give her one more courtesy finger curl, in case of residual orgasm shocks. She shudders, then goes loose again.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I kiss my way up her body. She’s breathing hard, and her entire body is limp. I sweep a few strands of damp hair away from her face and wait for her to open her eyes.

“Hi.”

She gives me a dopey smile. “Hi.”

“Was that fun?”

Sunny nods. “So fun.”

“How you feeling?” I ask when her eyes finally stay open.

“So relaxed. It’s so much better when it’s someone else doing all the work.”

I laugh. “Right?”

“Your mouth is made of awesome.”

“You think so?”

“Totally made of awesome.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My cock is nestled right where my mouth was a minute ago. I’m so damn hard right now. My balls are back to being achy.

Sunny sucks on my bottom lip before she slips her tongue inside my mouth. Breaking away, she asks, “Is that what I taste like?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She sucks my top lip this time. “Do you like that? The way I taste?”

Coming from someone else’s mouth, that might sound dirty, or warrant a dirty response, but this is Sunny, and she’s genuinely curious.

“I love the way you taste. I’ll go down on you whenever you want.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

“Like, if I asked you to do it again right now, you would?”

“You want me to, and I will.”

“You’re serious.” She looks baffled.

“For fucking right I’m serious.” I make a move to head back down, but she tightens her legs around my waist.

“You can eat me again later.”

“Oh, I plan to, baby.”

She ends the conversation with her tongue in my mouth again.

Eventually her hands start to wander. She pushes my shorts over my hips. The waistband gets caught on the head of my cock, but we manage to wrestle him free.

As soon as I’m naked, we line everything up so we’re playing slip ‘n’ slide with my cock. She’s so wet and hot and soft. Holy chocolate-covered Jesus popsicles, I want to get in there so bad.

But I don’t tell her that. Instead I push up on my arms, which nestles my dick in even snugger. “We don’t have to have sex.”

I’m serious. I want it, but I don’t expect it. I’d be happy with a blow job. Okay. That’s bullshit. I’d much rather have hot, sweaty sex with Sunny, but a BJ would be a decent consolation prize. I’d even take a handy. Hell, I’d slip ‘n’ slide my way to the land of Jizztopia at this point.

For a long moment we stare at each other, not moving. I try not to focus on the absence of friction. Instead I study her face the same way I would the offense when I’m figuring out the next play. There’s a flash of uncertainty. That’s all I need. Just a hint that she’s not sure she wants this, so I back off.

Sunny’s legs wrap tighter around my waist and those nails of hers dig into the back of my neck again. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t draw blood, which is kinda hot. Shifting so my weight is on my left arm, I pick up a lock of her hair and twist it around my fingers, brushing it along her neck. “I’m not pushing for anything from you, Sunny. I know I keep messing things up. I don’t wanna risk you feeling bad about your decisions when it comes to being with me.”

Here’s the thing: I don’t blow smoke up girls asses. It’s never been my style. I’ve always been a straight shooter. Well, mostly. My dick curves a little to the right, so I compensate for that, but when it comes to my relationships, or non-relationships, I’ve never been a bullshitter. So everything I’ve said to Sunny I mean, even though it’ll suck the heat right out of my balls if she puts the brakes on.

There’s nothing tentative about the way she shifts her pelvis so my dick goes real low. There’s no hesitation when she turns her cheek and bites the fleshy part of my palm before she kisses it.

“I’m the only person you’re seeing?”

“It’s been me and my hand—and yours, when I see you.” I leave out the part about my porn mags. Those don’t count since they’re only two-dimensional. Plus I always close my eyes at the end and pretend it’s Sunny’s callus-less hands when I jerk off.

“Me, too.” She smiles, but it turns pensive almost immediately. “Well, mostly.”

I tense, because what the fuck does that mean?

Her eyes go wide, possibly at my expression. “I mean, it’s just been me, but sometimes I use . . . helpers.”

“Helpers?” I have no idea what she’s talking about. It makes me think of little elves running around down there, rubbing her clit for her.

“Mmm . . . I have this little vibrating thing called a bullet, but it’s still just me touching myself. I’m gonna stop talking now so we can have sex.”

She pulls me back down to her mouth. We’re slipping and sliding until it gets to the point where we’re both moaning, and I’m at risk of blowing my load all over her stomach if I don’t get in there soon. I glance down at the floor where my pants lie in a heap, wondering how I’m going to get to my wallet. Which is when I realize, I’m not packing.