Page 9 of Pucked Up

He nodded, only a faint tremble to his body now as he took a breath, then began to sit.

Inch by inch, I took him. It was so slow it could have driven a man to insanity, but I had been trained in the art of patience. My fingers fought the urge to grasp him, to force him to sit, then bounce.

Instead, I held the sheets at my sides as I watched.

And I waited.

He took me deeper, deeper, until his full weight finally settled on me.

I gasped, unable to help it, as my cock thickened deep inside him.

“Feels good.” His words were slightly slurred, his eyes half-lidded. “Won’t last. Been so long.”

Could that be true? My hands released the sheets, and I dug fingers into his hips, holding him steady. How could it have been a while for him? He was so goddamn good at this and so beautiful.

“Why?”

His eyes met mine. “That’s against the rules.”

Shit. It was.Focus, Boden. Fucking focus. Knee dimples, damn it.He probably had butt dimples too. And ugly pinky toes.

“Get on with it, then,” I snapped.

His eyes widened, and then he laughed. The sound was…sweet. It was full and rich and unrestrained. It sounded nothing like when one of the guys managed to pull one out of me. He was freer than I had ever felt in my life.

What it must be like to be a man so fucking unburdened.

I kind of hated him for it.

And I also never wanted this to end.

Digging my fingers into his hips, I squeezed until he hissed. “Ride me faster.”

He licked his lips and then reached forward to grab the top of the headboard. It gave a hard thunk against the wall, and for a brief moment, I felt sorry for whoever was next door. Then he lifted his gorgeous ass and slammed it back down on me, and I no longer gave a shit.

“Yeah. Fuck. Like that,” I grunted. My hips were trying to match his rhythm, but all that happened was another spasm rocketing through my lower limbs.

He didn’t seem to mind. He glanced behind him at my feet for a brief second, then met my gaze. It was too intimate. It was too intense. But he didn’t let go. Up and down, up and down, he took my cock like he was made to do it.

“You like that, don’t you, petit feu?”

All the air was sucked from my lungs, and my cock kicked fat and heavy inside him.

His grin turned into a smirk, and he gripped me by the jaw so hard it hurt. “I fucking thought so. You like being pinned. Like being forced to take it. To have your come pulled from your body by a wet, needy asshole.”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. He was right. I was there beneath him, at his mercy, and yet…Ilovedit.

“I knew it the moment I saw you—that fire in you. You don’t mind giving up control, but you want someone to fight you for it.”

My entire body felt like it was burning. How could he know me in just a few short minutes? I couldn’t have been obvious. If I were, someone before him would have noticed. Someone would have cared…wouldn’t they?

My chest started to feel a little tight, and my hands were no longer cooperating. I had no choice but to sit beneath him, every muscle in my body stiff and spasming as he rode my cock into oblivion. I could see when he was close too. His eyes grew half-lidded, his thrusts less coordinated.

I did my best to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth, but even that muscle was overwhelmed by him. “Nn. Nn.”

He glanced down at me. “You want to come?”

I swallowed heavily. “Now.”

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