Forever Pucked(33)

"It sure is." Sitting up is still more of a chore than I'm up for at the  moment, so I settle for rearranging my pillow to get a better view.  Then I go back to stroking her cheek and her shoulder, hoping she'll  take the hint and move closer so I can hold her boob while she blows me.

Violet, being the intuitive woman she is, shifts on the bed and settles  her boob in my palm while continuing the suck-stroking. I would really  love to get her on her back and slide my dick between her tits, then  have mind-blowing sex, but my fuck speed is still set at geriatric. It's  pathetic. I know it's not going to be like this forever, but it pisses  me off.

I try to bring my focus back to what Violet's doing, but now that I'm  thinking about what I can't give her, it's hard to concentrate on  anything else. My hard-on starts deflating. While it's in her mouth.

That's never happened before. Never. I glance down at the boob I'm  kneading and roll the nipple between my fingers. Usually that helps. I  need to get back to maximum hardness quickly, but things seem to be  going in the opposite direction.

Violet pops off again, frowning as she strokes me. "Alex?"

"Mmm?" She's noticed. I can tell. Fuck.

"Is everything okay?" She loosens her grip.

"It's good; that feels good." The crack in my voice doesn't help things at all.

"But you're … " She trails off. "Are you in pain? Should I get you something? Maybe this isn't … "

"I'm fine." I'm not even close to fine.

I stop fondling her and cover her hand with mine. Lacing my fingers with  hers, I squeeze tightly and start stroking, hard and fast.

Violet sits back on her knees, her other hand high on my thigh. But I  need more than her hand or her mouth. I need to be in her. I miss a lot  of things, but being able to love her, and sometimes just fuck her, is  high on the list.

"Get on me," I grind out.

Violet's eyes flare. "Are you sure?"

"I want in you." I almost sound angry, probably because I am. I want to  take care of her, and part of that is showing her how much I want her,  the effect she has on me.                       
       
           



       

She exhales a quick breath, but she doesn't ask any more questions.  Instead she carefully straddles me, trying to stay clear of the healing  bruises on my legs. She looks uncertain. I can understand why.

I'm typically a considerate lover, and I make sure I take care of Violet  the way she needs. I'm not usually pushy or aggressive unless I'm  pissed off-like I was that one time in the locker room. Yet even then I  made sure Violet came long before I did, and more than once. But my  ability to do even that is limited.

I soften my tone as I make a suggestion. "Why don't you get yourself ready for me, baby."

She eases the hand that's not on my cock between her thighs and rubs her  clit, slow at first and then faster. I keep up the mutual stroking,  easing up when I'm back to a reasonable level of hardness.

"Finger yourself, Violet." Again it comes out sounding more like a directive than a polite request.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Waters, sir." She even salutes me.

She means for it to be snarky; regardless, it definitely helps with the  inflation-especially when she pushes the first finger inside and moans  my name.

"Careful. The walls aren't soundproof," I warn. I don't need my mom to overhear us.

"Your mom's on her way to the airport to get your dad."

I forgot it's the weekend. "We're alone?"

She nods and eases in a second finger, whimpering.

"In that case, be as enthusiastic as you want."

She smiles, and it's as sweet as it is coy. "Okay."

She pumps a few times, then circles her clit before sliding a third  finger in with the first two. Her hands are much smaller than mine,  though, so her three fingers is a lot different than my three fingers.

"Want me to hug the Super MC now?" she asks, a little breathlessly.

"You should use one more finger first."

She arches a brow. "I'm not sticking my whole hand up there."

I snort. "I'm not asking you to fist yourself, Violet."

"Fist myself?" She sounds appalled, even disturbed. "I can handle your  endless jokes about getting into my Area 51, because apparently it's the  in thing to do these days, but if you start with other weird requests, I  will totally revoke the boob sex."

I try not to smile too wide. "Weirder than you dressing up my dick?"

"That's cute, not weird," Violet says.

She's still got her fingers where I'm going to be soon and her other  hand wrapped around my cock. I squeeze my erection to draw her attention  there. "Look at the size of your hands compared to mine."

She glances at our fingers. "Oh, huh …  I guess that makes sense."

I stroke up, sliding my thumb over the head. Violet follows with her  own, and I groan. "You know what, you should take over here, and I'll  take you over."

"Okay." She eases her fingers out and links them with her other hand, so  both surround my cock. Then she shifts around so I have the access I  need. It's a great visual, and it feels fucking awesome with how slick  her hand is.

I circle her clit with a knuckle, savoring her quiet whimper, before I push inside.

"Oh, God, Alex. I love your fingers."

"Does that feel good?" I already know it does, but I also like hearing it, and I need the ego feed.

"So good." Her grip on me tightens when I add another finger, and she moans. Loudly.

"It's a little different than your three fingers, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

Her chest is blotchy-the way it gets when the dirty talk turns her on.

"You want me to make you come?"

"Please."

I curl my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. It's awkward since  it's my left hand instead of my right, but I use more pressure and rub  faster, like she did, to see if it works better than my usual method.

She looks down to where my fingers disappear inside her. "Alex, I'm-oh, holy orgasm!"

Violet bows forward as she groans my name. She's forced to let go of me  when she almost topples over on my chest. She braces a hand on either  side of my head, shifting her hips as she fucks my hand. Her face is  inches from mine. I can feel each hot pant across my lips as she  whispers how good I make her feel and how much she loves my hands and  wants my cock.

It's really hot, and for the first time since this stupid fucking  accident, I feel legitimately good. I can still take care of my fiancée  like I'm supposed to.

She shudders and sucks my bottom lip softly.

"Was that good?"

She makes a sound that's probably a word, but her tongue is in my mouth so it's unintelligible.                       
       
           



       

"What was that?"

She stops kissing me long enough to say, "I wanna fuck you."

"Well, you should probably get on my cock, then, shouldn't you?"

"I should. Definitely get on your cock."

I wait until Violet pushes up and sits on my thighs before I withdraw my  fingers. She shimmies up, then rises and grabs hold. She doesn't sit  right down, though. Now that she's had an orgasm, Violet goes into tease  mode. Her head drops, her eyes focused on where she's rubbing the head  of my cock over her clit.

"Hello, Super MC. Are you excited for beaver hugs?" she whispers.

Some of the intensity dissipates. It's not uncommon for Violet to talk to my dick like it's going to answer her.

I flex so it kicks in her hand. She jumps and giggles. "Ohh! He's really excited, isn't he?"

"It would appear that way. Maybe you should stop with the teasing and  give him what he's looking for." That I also refer to my dick as a  person is probably something most people would suggest therapy for.

Violet takes my comment seriously and shifts her hips forward, lining us  up. I tense when she lowers herself, taking in the head, and all the  aches in my body flare until I relax again.

"You know … " She stays like that for a few seconds. "If Super MC could breathe, sex would kind of be like breath play, right?"

"What?" I have no idea what she's talking about.

"You know, those people who like their air supply cut off during sex."

"I think you need to take a break from some of those smut books you're reading."

"It's Charlene's fault. She's the one who keeps recommending them."

"Can we not talk about Charlene when we're about to have sex, please?"

"Right. Sorry." She drops down until her ass rests on my thighs.

I groan and ball my hands into fists-which makes my right shoulder sing  with pain-and wait for her to move. I can't decide whether I like being  at her mercy or not. Violet circles her hips, and her soft moans keep me  in the present instead of hanging out in my head, feeling sorry for  myself. I feel badly that she has to do all the work, but it's pretty  fucking hot watching her.