Page 80 of Puck Me Twice

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly.

She tilts her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What for?”

“We should have dated. We should have taken this slow. I pushed you, I rushed you. That wasn’t fair of me.”

Vanessa runs her fingers over the short beard lining my cheek. I shiver—in a good way.

“However we got here, I’m glad that we did,” she says. “We’re going into this with our eyes wide open and our feet firmly planted. We’re making healthy, mature decisions.” She trails her thumb over my bottom lip. “And that is what will make this work.”

“I hope it does.”

She takes the opportunity to press her thumb past the crease of my lips, and automatically I suck and swirl my tongue around her finger.

A heady dose of want courses through me. I’m powerless against her; she holds all the cards. I’d do anything she asks.

Vanessa removes her thumb, running the wet digit down my chin and to the hollow of my throat. Her fingers rest lightly around my neck, exerting the tiniest bit of pressure.

I swallow.

She smiles.

Surging forward, I meet her halfway for a kiss. It’s rough, needy. Her tongue flicks into my mouth and her fingers tighten on my neck. She’s not constricting my airway, just letting me know she’s there.

She’s in control.

She’s in charge.

And I like that.

My cock jerks in my pants, and I know she feels it, pressed up against me as she is, because she smiles against my mouth. I pull her leg over my hip, grinding into her to relieve some of the pressure.

Her bare, wet cunt is hot and slick, and even with my suit pants in the way, it feels absolutely amazing. I don’t know if I can wait to be inside her again.

Vanessa removes her hand from around my throat. I can’t stop the disappointed whine that bursts out.

But then⁠—

She moves her hands to my waistcoat, unbuttoning it quickly, and I disconnect from her to pull it off. Her nimble fingers work quickly at my shirt, focusing on the buttons there.

With three freed, she groans and tears at the middle of the shirt, ripping the fabric and sending buttons flying.

Helping her, I remove the shirt, tossing it on the floor behind us. Her hands go to work on my belt, whipping the leather free. The whistle of the leather through the straps makes me shiver.

Vanessa pauses. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not,” I tell her honestly.

“Is it a bad sound?”

Shaking my head, I pop the button and zip on my pants. “It’s a very good sound.”

“Then…”

Taking her hand in mine, I guide her into my open pants, and she grips my shaft automatically. I tighten her fist around me to get the pressure I need.

“This. This is what you do to me.”

She strokes my cock slowly, tortuously slowly. I think I might die. I honestly think I could come just from this. I might want to.