Page 82 of Puck Me Twice

She flexes her fingers.

My cock jerks in her fist.

She smiles.

“I guess you do.”

Crushing my mouth against hers, I try to wordlessly show her exactly how much I do like this. My hands travel up her sides to her breasts, covering the firm flesh, my fingers stroking the underside of her breast in a feather-light touch.

She inhales sharply.

So I do it again.

Her nipples are firm, tight pebbles against my palm and I grind down with pressure, massaging the swell of her breasts. My thumb slips down and I tug.

Vanessa’s hand tightens on my throat. She’s not choking me—I can still breathe—but the slight constriction is heady and powerful.

I nudge her hand away from my cock. She lets out a disappointed noise, sliding her hand lower, cupping my balls. Her hand is sticky with pre-cum. The sensation of her slick fingers wrapping around my balls makes my eyes flutter shut.

She tugs.

My cock jerks against her wrist.

She slides two fingers beneath my sack, to rub against my perineum.

I bolt upright as a wave of heat threatens to overtake me. I had no idea I was so sensitive right there — it’s a completely different kind of toe-curling stimulation when she does it than when I touch myself there.

And as Vanessa smirks up at me, I have a feeling she knows exactly what she’s doing.

While I’m up, I squirm away, and she immediately releases me. I wiggle my way across the bed to the nightstand and from the drawer I pull a box of condoms and some lube.

Vanessa peers at the box curiously.

“What?”

“It’s not opened.” She looks at me. “How long have you had them?”

“About twelve hours.” I glance at the clock. “Okay, closer to fifteen. I picked them up this morning.”

She smirks. “Oh? Thought you were getting lucky tonight?”

With a shrug, I tear open the box and rip off a foil square, tossing the rest of the box back into the nightstand. “I was hoping.”

Her face splits into a wide smile. “Me, too.”

I pause. It takes me a second to figure out if she’s making fun of me. But the longer I watch her face, the more I’m able to recognize the genuine happiness in her voice.

Vanessa takes the condom from my hand, ripping it open. She puts the latex circle on the head of my dick, and as she rolls it down my shaft, her grip is tight and firm, the pressure excruciatingly perfect. She reaches for the lube and this time I take it away from her. Slicking my fingers, I reach for the apex of her thighs and slide two fingers inside of her.

Her eyes flutter shut. She’s slick and wet, but a little extra lube is never a bad thing.

I keep a quick, powerful pace, circling my thumb against her clit. She gasps and arches against me, pushing her pelvis into me. I bring her to the edge.

And then as she goes tense and her walls start to flutter, I stop.

Vanessa opens her eyes to glare at me. “Excuse me. What are you doing?”

“Oh? Did you want to come?” My smile teases my lips.