Pucked Up Page 24

I use my thumb to push her panties to the side, exposing that perfect pink slit.

“Know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

“Hmm?” Her gaze is slow to lift from where my fingers are.

“The way you look when you come.” I rub a few slow circles around her clit.

Sunny’s eyes close, and she bites her lip.

“And all those little moans when I find the right spot.” I slip one finger inside, and she makes the sound I’m hoping for. “Just like that.”

I add another finger, going deeper until her cheeks flush and her mouth drops open. She clutches my forearm.

“Holy—” she gasps. “Sweet—oh, God. I—Miller.” She draws out my name, eyes wide, her expression reflecting her need.

“Am I hitting the right spot?”

She nods furiously, her grip tightening. “You always hit the right spot.”

“Want me to fumble around a little?”

“No!” She digs her nails into my skin. “I’m right th—”

She contracts around my fingers, showing me what she was about to tell me. Sunny’s eyes meet mine, wide with shock. I don’t know why she’s always so surprised when she comes, like it’s unexpected.

She releases my arm and grabs my shoulders, pulling me forward until our lips collide. Her tongue shoots into my mouth, twisting with mine as she moans. I feel like the motherpucking man.

That is until she breaks the kiss, flops back in the chair, and says, “I kinda hate that you’re so good at that.”

There’s a bite to her words. Looks like she’s not as over the social media stuff as she thinks. I remove my hand from inside her panties, adjusting her underwear so they’re back in place, and lower her leg to the floor. “You hate that I can make you come with my fingers? Yeah, I can see how that’s real unfortunate. I can always pretend I don’t know what I’m doing.” I make a joke out of it, but there’s a weight in my chest. I don’t like it. I can’t help that I’m good at the sex.

“I don’t mean it the way you’re taking it.” She cups the back of my head to stop me from moving away. “It’s just that I come every time. What if I can’t do the same for you? It’s a lot of pressure, and I don’t have nearly as much practice . . .” She lets the sentence hang.

“You’re worried about not being able to get me off?” I sound confused because, well, I don’t get it. There isn’t much skill involved in stroking a cock. It’s essentially an up and down motion. Women aren’t nearly as mechanically simple.

“Well, yeah. I mean that happens, right? Sometimes guys can’t—”

“Blast the cannon?”

“Yeah.”

“I guess. I mean, I’d have to have some serious whiskey dick, or maybe if I whacked off, like, twenty times that day I might have a problem, but a strong breeze is usually enough to get me hard.”

Her eyes dart down, and her hand moves from my chest to my waistband, palming me. “You’re already hard.”

“Uh, yeah. I got to watch you come on my fingers. For sure I’m hard.”

“That turns you on?” I can’t tell if she’s surprised or curious.

“Definitely.”

She gives me a squeeze. “Fingering me made you this hard?”

Those words coming out of her mouth, combined with the feel of her hand on my dick, even through my shorts, reroutes even more blood below my waist. There are a lot of factors that got me to this level of hardness. It’s the argument, followed by the make-out session, and the way I can still see her nipples through her shirt because her bra is pushed up. It’s how she’s sitting in the chair, that she’s fully dressed, that I watched what I was doing while I was getting her off—all of it together makes me this hard. And the fact that I haven’t whacked it since yesterday morning.

But the simple answer is, “Yeah. Fingering you makes me this hard.”

“Oh. That’s . . . wow. I make you really hard.”

I hold back a laugh. “You sure fucking do, Sunny Sunshine.”

She goes for the zipper, and I put my hand over hers.

My balls are going to hate me. But I can’t have her hand on me yet. I’ll embarrass myself, so I use the only reasonable excuse I have for not wanting her to touch my dick. “Baby, I’ve been traveling all night. I should probably get cleaned up before you go sticking your hand down there.”

“I don’t mind. You smell good to me.” She makes another attempt.

I grab her hand and lift it to my lips. “Sunny, sweets, I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I share it, but I could use a shower.”

“You could shower after. It probably won’t take long, right?”

I can’t stop the laugh this time. “I’d much rather you put your hand on my dick when it’s freshly washed and hasn’t been marinating in my pants all day. And to be honest, I’d feel a lot better if it did take a long time—you know, instead of two minutes or less.”

“Oh! Right. Of course. Longer is always better.” Her huge grin is a front-row seat to a sunrise. It makes the near-embarrassment worth it. She adjusts her bra so her boobs aren’t hanging out the bottom, then swings her legs over the edge of the chair, bouncing to her feet. She holds out her hand. “Come on!”

I rearrange my dick so I’m not tenting my shorts and lace my fingers with hers.

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