Page 104 of The Puck Contract

"I want..." I swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "Everything. I want everything."

He nods, reaching toward the nightstand. "We'll go slow," he promises. "And if anything hurts or doesn't feel good—"

"I'll tell you," I finish for him.

He leans down to kiss me, deep and thorough, and I lose myself in the sensation, in the taste of him, in the solid weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress.

When he pulls back, he uncaps a bottle of lube, coating his fingers generously. The sight sends another jolt of anticipation through me, my cock twitching against my stomach.

"Spread for me," he instructs, voice gentle but firm.

I comply, feeling exposed and vulnerable and impossibly turned on all at once. The first touch of his slick finger against my hole makes me gasp, the cool gel a stark contrast to my heated skin.

"Relax." He circles gently without pushing in yet. "Deep breath."

I inhale deeply, forcing the tension from my muscles. On the exhale, he presses forward, one finger breaching me slowly. The sensation is familiar now, but still intense—a stretch that walks the line between pleasure and discomfort.

"Good?" he asks, finger stilling once it's fully seated.

"Yeah," I breathe, adjusting to the intrusion. "Go on."

He works me open with patient thoroughness, adding a second finger only when I'm pushing back against the first, seeking more. The stretch burns slightly, but the discomfort fades quickly as he curves his fingers, searching for—

"Fuck!" I cry out as he finds my prostate, back arching off the bed at the jolt of pleasure.

His smile is knowing as he repeats the motion, watching me writhe beneath him. "There it is."

He adds a third finger, the stretch more pronounced now, borderline uncomfortable until he presses against that spot again, sending waves of pleasure up my spine that obliterate any discomfort. His free hand wraps around my cock, stroking in counterpoint to the thrust of his fingers.

"Wait," I gasp, grabbing his wrist. "Stop. I'm too close."

His fingers still immediately, but remain buried inside me. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, eyes darkening like storm clouds.

"Ah. We can’t have that now, can we?" He curls those fingers one last time, deliberately brushing that spot that makes my spine arch like I've been electrocuted. "Not when I have so many plans for you."

My entire body shakes as he withdraws his fingers with excruciating slowness. The emptiness that follows is almost painful, my body clenching around nothing, already missing the fullness.

"How do you want me?" Groover asks, voice sandpaper-rough as he tears open a condom wrapper with his teeth.

And here's the thing—I've thought about this moment. Extensively. Obsessively, even. I've watched videos (for research, obviously). I've read clinical descriptions, erotic stories, and everything in between. I've created a comprehensive mental catalog of positions, advantages, disadvantages, and optimal angles.

What comes out of my mouth, however, is: "Surprise me."

His eyebrows shoot up, a startled laugh escaping him. "Surprise you? Mr. I-Need-A-Detailed-Plan-For-Everything wants me to improvise?"

"Shut up," I mutter, heat crawling up my neck. "I just... I trust you, okay? And I want... I want..."

"What do you want?" He rolls the condom down his length, the sight of those capable fingers on his cock making my eyes fall half-closed. "Tell me."

"I want to remember this," I admit, the truth spilling out before I can stop it.

Something shifts in his expression, hunger giving way to something softer. "Come here," he says, holding out his hand.

I take it, letting him guide me up onto my knees. He arranges a pillow behind him and leans back against the headboard, long legs stretched out in front of him. With gentle hands on my hips, he guides me to straddle him, facing away.

"Like this," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as I settle into his lap, back to his chest. "You control the pace, the depth. I get to touch you everywhere. Win-win."

My heart hammers against my ribs. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole, hot and insistent.

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