Forever Pucked(7)

His other hand glides down my stomach, and this time he doesn't stop  until he reaches my clit. He begins rubbing circles, gentle but  insistent. I hold onto the back of his neck on the not-so-off chance my  legs decide to buckle. When I'm panting and moaning, Alex goes lower,  easing first one finger inside, then another and another.

This is absolutely essential. It doesn't matter that we've been together  for a year or that he sticks his monster cock in me on a regular basis.  Alex doesn't have the kind of package I can jump on without any kind of  preparation.

It's an aberration. And by aberration, I mean it's huge. Like Guinness  Book of World Records material. I'm not exaggerating on his behalf,  either. Alex and I go through a lot of lube-though mostly for boob sex.  But this time we're in the shower, and I'm wet and slippery, so we're  good to go.

I think Alex has designs on getting me off before he gets inside me,  though. It's been more than a week, so I'm not feeling all that patient.  My eyes are glued to our reflection in the mirror. The shower is  fogging up again, so I swipe my palm along the slick surface to clear  it, then reach behind me for Alex's cock.

We both groan when I slide the head along the crack of my ass, trying  not to tense as he passes my backdoor. Alex makes all sorts of jokes  about getting up in there, which is impossible. He'd never fit in a  million years. Never. I don't think.

"Holy-Violet, what're you-" There's a tremor of excitement in his voice,  as if he actually thinks I might offer to let him try. But then I pass  my Area 51 and line him up with door number one. He doesn't react other  than to curl his fingers one last time, hitting that special spot,  before he withdraws.

His lips are soft on my shoulder. His expression turns to ecstasy as he pushes inside. "God, I missed you so much."

"Me, too. I mean, I missed you. Not myself."

The first time we have sex after he's been away is always amazing, but  the second time is usually more intense. I'm not sure that's going to be  the case this time. I've never been much of a voyeur, but being able to  watch what's happening to me, while it's happening, is awesome.

I brace one hand on the glass and widen my stance, giving me an even  better view as Alex thrusts and retreats. No wonder guys are either  focused on the boobs or the beaver, because this looks fantastic. It  also feels amazing, so the two combined make the experience phenomenal.

Alex puts his hand over mine, forcing me to lean forward. It means I  can't see as much, but he goes deeper, and I can still see his face, and  my boobs are bouncing away, so it gets a thumbs up.

"I'm not going to last like this," Alex warns.                       
       
           



       

"It's okay," I groan. I'm close anyway. I reach down and rub the beaver button.

"You want to do it again after the shower?" he pants, speeding up.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, so I nod. His grin is all dimples and  primal male satisfaction. He pushes my hand out of the way and takes  over the rubbing.

I don't know how he can do this while he's still thrusting away. It  takes an incredible amount of coordination. It's like when you're  supposed to pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time. They're  two very discordant actions, so technically it should be impossible. But  Alex is super amazing, so he's able to do both.

The glass keeps fogging up even when I wipe it away, maybe because I'm  panting against it, so I look down at Alex's hand moving furiously  between my thighs. He's on a mission to make me come, bless his generous  soul.

I feel it then, the telling warmth that starts as a tingle and evolves into a burn. It comes fast and hits hard.

Alex is considerate enough to keep his arm around my waist to prevent me  from mashing my face into the glass. I claw at it anyway, seeking some  kind of traction because sweet Jesus, all I can see are stars and  galloping unicorns and hazy rainbows.

"Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good."

Alex doesn't use excessive profanity. He's actually quite polite most of  the time, but he seems to lose that civilized edge when we have  sex-more specifically when I come. I like that he's so enthusiastic  about it.

His fierce concentration tells me he's getting close. He swipes his arm over the glass to clear the fog.

"I'm not gonna come inside you," he grunts.

"Why not?"

"Because I still wanna eat your pussy."

"Good call." See why I love him? He's such a planner.

He thrusts twice more and pulls out. Fisting his cock, he turns to the  right as I spin and sink to my knees. I open my mouth and point to my  boobs, giving him options. His eyes bounce between the two, his  indecision obvious. I make the choice for him when I lean forward, wrap  my lips around the head, and suck.

Alex swears like a trucker as he comes. I swallow, because it's more  polite than spitting. When he's done, he drops to his knees and kisses  me. He doesn't invite much in the way of tongue, though-not that I blame  him since I now have jizz breath.

"It's so good to be home," he says.

I hum in agreement. Alex is the best place in the world to be.





3


Bad Words

Make Trouble



ALEX





I hate alarms. Especially when I've been up half the night having sex. With my fiancée.

Violet groans from under her pillow and slaps around on the nightstand,  searching for her phone so she can turn it off. I roll on top of her,  grab the device, and hit snooze. Shoving the pillow out of the way, I  burrow through her hair until I get to her neck. Kissing her sleep-warm  skin, I say, "Don't go to work today."

"I can't not go to work, Alex."

"I'll make it worth your while." I roll my hips against her ass.

Violet makes a noise, like maybe she appreciates where my cock is, and how hard I am, but she says, "I can't."

"Why not?" I sound whiny. It's not very manly, but I've been without  Violet for eight days, and I want time with her. Her working today makes  this difficult. I don't like difficult. I like getting what I want.

Violet elbows me in the ribs, so I do a push-up. She flips over. I try  to get a knee between her thighs, but she keeps them pressed together.  I'm forced to straddle her instead. My dick rests on her stomach, the  head poking her navel.

She runs her fingers over my jaw. "I have client meetings today. Buck  needs me to look over some stuff for him, and I have a presentation to  prepare for."

"Can't you reschedule those and do the rest from home?" I try to sound  less petulant, and more like I'm trying to seduce her with the idea.

She exhales through her nose. "No, I can't. Besides, if I stay home, I  won't get anything done. Then I'll have to stay late tomorrow, which  won't work because you have a game, and I want to go."

I sigh, frustrated. She's not going to give in. I already know it.  Violet can be stubborn. I love this about her, but I also hate it,  because it means she doesn't cave for me as much as I'd like her to.  "You should just quit."

She purses her lips and pushes on my chest. When I don't move she pushes harder. "Get off."

"That's what I'm trying to do, but you won't let me." I nudge her navel with my cock again.                       
       
           



       

"I'm not kidding, Alex. Get off me."

Shit. She's pissed. Usually my morning advances are welcome-even when  we've already had lots of sex, and especially after I've been away for a  few days.

"Come on, Violet. You know I'm joking."

That's a lie. I'm not joking at all. She doesn't need to work. Ever. I  make more than enough money to provide a very comfortable life for both  of us. And our children. When we have them. Eventually.

"Liar! Now let me up. I need to shower. I can't go to work smelling like your jizz."

I give in and roll to the side.

She throws off the covers and pops out of bed. She's naked. So, so  naked. Her pert ass looks biteable as she crosses to the bathroom and  slams the door. Huh. Maybe she's getting her period or something. She's  usually not this testy. Well, if I can't convince her to stay home, I  can at least enjoy some shower sex before she goes to work.

I roll off the mattress and head for the bathroom. Turning the knob, I  push and get nowhere. I try again, but the handle doesn't budge. "Baby,  want to open the door for me?" I call out.

"I'm in the shower," she yells back.

"Uh, yeah. I get that. I was thinking maybe I could join you."

"Sorry. I can't hear you over the water!"

She can hear me fine, obviously. Goddamnit. What the hell did I do  wrong? I look down at my hard-on and give it a reassuring pat, even  though I have a bad feeling I'm not going to get to use it the way I'd  hoped this morning.