Pucked Over (Pucked #3)

by Helena Hunting

  “So what if I was?”

  “Is that an admission?”

  “You’ve been sexting me all week; what do you need an admission for?” I slide my hands behind my ass so I don’t do something stupid, like grab his face and ram my tongue down his throat. Again.

  His knee rests against my thighs, looking to get between them. If he does, I’m guaranteed to start dry-humping. I hold them tight together. If he gets in there, I lose this game. I’d really like to be able to control myself until we can make it to a location that isn’t a bathroom.

  “You’re the one sending all the racy pictures.” His eyes drop to my mouth.

  Game on. “Racy pictures? You mean of me in my skating outfit?”

  “And the one of you fucking up my view with those tennis balls down your shirt.”

  Cleavage selfies are not my specialty. Especially compared to that slutty bitch’s from last week. Not that I’m fixated on that, or anything.

  I’m so, so screwed tonight. Any hope of rational decision-making has gone out the window. Not that I was honestly planning on making rational, smart decisions.

  The pressure against my thighs increases, so I squeeze tighter. Randy’s breath leaves him on a heavy exhale. He smells vaguely of some fruity drink. I tip my chin up; it’s as close as I’m getting to caving.

  “That skating outfit gave me hours of enjoyment.” His mouth descends on mine.

  As soon as our lips connect, I part mine and welcome his tongue. I also part my legs and welcome his thigh by grinding on it like I’m pole dancing. Randy doesn’t seem to have a warm-up button. He caresses the outside of my leg, reaching the hem of my skirt.

  “Please tell me this means we’re fucking tonight,” he groans into my mouth.

  “Uh-huh.”

  We’re rubbing up on each other like cats in heat. I don’t even know what the hell is happening. His hands are all over the place: under my skirt kneading my ass, over my dress palming my boobs.

  “I need to get you into a bed,” he mumbles.

  “I have a room upstairs.”

  “Why are we in here then?”

  “Because you followed me like a creepy stalker.”

  He breaks free from our kiss. “Creepy stalker? Is that what you really think?”

  His gaze is intense. I gauge the tension in his posture and run a soft hand down the side of his neck. “No.”

  “No?”

  I decide now is a good time to be vulnerable. I’m not trying to take advantage of the situation, because let’s face it, this man knows his way around a woman’s body. My experience is limited to Benji—who I’m discovering wasn’t an awesome lay—and the few guys I hooked up with while we were on one of our breaks.

  “I’m deflecting.”

  “Deflecting what?”

  “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

  The hand on my boob stills, along with his knee between my legs. “A disappointment? How the fuck is that possible?”

  I cringe. “I don’t know why I said that. You make it hard to think.” I wish I could stop embarrassing myself.

  “You don’t need to think about anything other than how good I’m going to make you feel as soon as we get to a bed.” He cups my cheek in his palm—it’s rough, and warm, and tender all at the same time. “Where’s your room?”

  I tell him, as best I can, in clipped, nervous directions.

  “I’ll meet you there in five minutes.” He kisses me again, hard. When he’s done owning my mouth, he opens the door, checks things out, and sends me on ahead.

  Chapter 9

  No Disappointments

  RANDY

  I need a minute to gather myself.

  I watch Lily rush around the corner as I adjust my hard-on. Her dress is driving me insane. When I was ten I took a year of figure skating. Me and Miller went together. We thought it was stupid. We could already skate; we didn’t need to learn leaps and spins and twirls.

  Then we met our coach and stopped thinking it was such a waste of time. Her name was Deanna. She was a hardass, and she was hot as sin. She was probably only seventeen or eighteen at the time, but she was the first chick I ever got a hard-on over, and eventually, she was the reason behind my first wet dream. Lily’s even hotter, and this time I get to live the fantasy, not just make a mess in my sheets over it.

  Lily is a riot, and she’s been dishing it out as good as she can take it all week in our messages. So I came tonight with a preconceived idea of how this would go. And then she drops this little gem: “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

  That’s a serious screeching-tires moment. I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a chick—at least not since I was drafted—who seemed at all concerned about her ability to please me, let alone expressed worry about potentially disappointing me.

  Most of the time, the women who get in bed with me have zero inhibitions. They get naked and offer themselves up any way I want them. It’s a little fucked up, to be honest. Lily doesn’t fit into the bunny mold. So I’m having a few reservations about what’s about to go down—not enough to back things up, but enough that I need to re-evaluate my strategy.

  I don’t get how someone who looks like Lily and moves like Lily could have as little self-confidence as she seems to. Unless she’s playing mind games. I don’t see why she would, though. I also feel like maybe I need to find that ex-boyfriend of hers and beat on him a little. Or a lot. I bet he’s directly related to her sometimes shaky self-esteem.

  All week I’ve been fixated on getting to this point: the one where she’s naked again. But this time I’ll be privileged enough to experience that tight little body from the inside. Tonight needs to be about more than a good time. She needs to come out of this situation feeling like a damn porn star—okay, maybe not a porn star, but she needs to feel sexy. It needs to be good for her. And above all else, it needs to be fun.

  Checking the hall again, I turn off the light in the bathroom and head for the stairs, making a right at the top and counting the doors as I go. Waters has a sweet pad in Bridgeport. When I get to the right room, I look over my shoulder to make sure no one else is around before I turn the knob.

  “Psst.”

  I turn and find Lily peeking out of the room on the opposite side of the hall. Oops. At the same time, I hear footsteps. I rush past the stairs, and she grabs my shirt and hauls me inside, closing the door with a quiet click. Then she stealthily turns the lock. I hit the lights.

  “What are you doing? I can’t see anything!” she whispers.

  “Someone was coming up the stairs,” I whisper back.

  “Oh.” Her hands move over my chest. “Who was it?”

  “Don’t know. I didn’t wait to find out.”

  “Sunny might be looking for me,” she mutters as she finds the hem of my shirt and pulls it free from my pants.

  “Is that li—”

  She mashes her hand over my face and almost sticks her finger up my nose. I lick her palm and feel her nails tickling their way up my ribs. I grasp her forearm before she can reach my nipples, so she rubs her damp palm over my face instead. I grab that hand as well, so now she has none free. Clasping them together behind her back, I drop my chin and bonk the top of her head.

  “Ow!” she whispers and proceeds to bite me through my shirt.

  In the fifteen seconds or so that the lights have been off, I’ve grown accustomed to the darkness. Across the room I can make out a set of doors that look like they lead to a closet, and another door I assume is a bathroom. I spin Lily around, let go of her hands, clamp one of mine over her mouth to stop her from ruining my plans, and wrap my other arm around her waist.

  She makes angry noises that might be words as I carry her across the room. I shoulder open the door. The slippery tile under my feet tells me I’ve guessed right and am indeed inside a bathroom. She bites my palm, but I don’t set her down until I’ve got the door closed, and we’re once again submerged in darkness.

  “What the hel
l?” She smacks the wall until she finds the light switch, blinding us both. “Was that necessary?”

  “You said Sunny might come looking for you. I’m solving problems. You’d think you’d be grateful, but you gotta go and bite the shit out of my hand.” I hold my hand up so she can see the teeth marks she’s left behind. I’m smiling, though, even if I sound annoyed.

  I’m not gonna lie. I think it’s kinda hot. I’ve got a serious hard-on right now.

  Her cheeks flush and she ducks her head. It takes all of three seconds for her feistiness to come back. “What’s with you and always turning off lights?”

  I hit them again and lift her onto the vanity. “It sets the mood.”

  “And here I thought it was so you could pretend I was a supermodel while we make out,” she replies.

  I flip the lights back on.

  She puts her hands up to cover her eyes. “Knock it off!”

  I pry them away from her face. “Look at me.” I don’t mean for it to come out sounding more like an order than a request, but I want Lily to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m seriously stoked about what’s going down here.

  “I was just j—”

  “You were just what?” I edge my way between her knees.

  “Joking.” She’s barely audible.

  “I should hope so.” I release her hands and cup the back of her head. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Lily.”

  She blinks like she’s been tasered. I lean in and put my mouth on hers. For once it’s not a full-on war of the tongues the second our lips connect. Her soft, warm fingers clamp around my wrists, and she makes a small, plaintive noise when I nip at her bottom lip. We make out like that—kissing, me rubbing up on her—for a long while. Every so often I open my eyes and look at our reflection in the mirror.

  Lily’s dark hair is cut in a bob, so I can see the nape of her slender neck and the arch of her shoulder blades highlighted by the deep V at the back of her dress. It’s so low I don’t think she can possibly be wearing a bra.

  She puts a hand on my chest and pushes, breaking our mouths apart. “You kiss with your eyes open!”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “You just were.”

  “Well, doesn’t that mean you kiss with your eyes open, too?”

  “You seemed distracted. I was checking to make sure you weren’t bored or something.”

  “Bored?”

  “Well, I don’t know!” She waves her hand around. “Now I’m self-conscious knowing you’re watching me while we’re kissing.”

  I laugh. “I wasn’t watching you. Well, not your face.” I gesture to the mirror behind us.

  She glances over her shoulder. “You were watching yourself? Nice ego.”

  “Actually,” I trail a finger from the nape of her neck down the ridges of her spine to the zipper. “I was thinking there can’t possibly be a bra under this dress.”

  “Oh.”

  “And I’d really like to find out if I’m right.” She sits up straight as I drag the zipper down and shivers as my fingertips brush her skin. “Looks like I am.” I kiss the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, pulling the wide strap over her shoulder. Lily’s skin pebbles, and I feel the warmth of her exhale on my cheek. She tilts her head to the side, so I close my mouth over the warm skin and add a little suction. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough that she knows I could.

  I kiss across her collarbone to the opposite side, repeating the same action, sliding her dress down her arms. Her breasts pop out. I’m about to get excited, because I love nipples. Especially nice ones. I guess it’s different for every guy. Some guys like huge tits, some guys don’t. Some guys care more about legs, or asses, or other body parts. I like the entire package, and I like things proportional. If Lily had huge boobs, she wouldn’t look right. And hers aren’t bee stings or anything. She’s definitely a woman; they stand up on their own. We’re talking a solid B cup. I’m good with that.

  And just like every other part of her, Lily’s nipples are delicate. Except right now they’re covered with Band-Aids. “Uh…”

  “Oh, shit!” She covers her boobs.

  I pull her hands away and watch her cheeks turn pink. “What’s going on here?”

  “I didn’t want to have obvious nip-ons.”

  I quirk a brow, and she raises one back.

  “Nipple hard-ons.”

  “Right. I must have missed that lesson in sex ed.”

  “I’m pretty sure you didn’t need any of those lessons,” she mutters and picks at the edge of a Band-Aid.

  “Want some help with that?”

  “I got it.” She presses her palm above her chest and tears the Band-Aid off.

  I cringe. “Go easy on those.”

  “It’s fine.” She pinches her nipple. “See?”

  “Don’t be so rough. I’m having sympathy pains.” I push her hand out of the way and cup her breast, whispering, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”

  Lily barks out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

  Her laugh turns into a groan when I cover her nipple with my mouth and give a good hard suck. Her hands go to my hair, and she pulls the tie, setting it free. I lick and nibble, then use my teeth on the very tip.

  Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Don’t you dare!”

  I glance up and put the tiniest bit of pressure on her very hard, very pert nipple.

  “Randy.” It sounds like a warning, but also like maybe she wants me to bite her.

  I don’t. I kiss the tip and give my attention to the other still-bandage-covered nipple. I’m careful as I peel the adhesive off. Then I go ahead and suck on that one, too. I peek up to check on Lily. Her eyes have that soft, glazed look about them. Her plush lips are parted, and her knees press hard against my sides. I bet if I move in a little closer she’ll start rubbing on me.

  I lick around her nipple, then do that almost-bite thing again. Her jaw snaps shut, and she shifts her hips.

  “We’re gonna have so much fucking fun tonight, Lily. You don’t even know.”

  “Oh, I think I might.”

  I cover her mouth with mine, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I give a little pinch. She shrieks and grips my wrists.

  I pull her closer, my lips on her neck, by her ear. “You don’t like that?” I bite the lobe and grind my hips against hers.

  Any kind of protest dies. Lily latches her legs around my back and does exactly what I expect her to: she starts rubbing on me, all sinew and heat. She takes my face in her hands and pulls me down. My teeth hit her lip, and I taste salt and copper.

  “You okay?”

  She makes a noise and pushes on my chest, looking around the pristine space. “Seriously. Why do we always end up in bathrooms?”

  “I have no idea. Let’s go get naked on the bed, since that’s the reason we left the other bathroom.”

  “Way better plan.”

  I open the door and hit the light. Lily turns it back on, so I turn it off again. “We’re trying to be incognito here, aren’t we?”

  “But I can’t see anything.”

  “Your eyes will adjust.” I lace our fingers and take a few steps toward the bed. At the sound of voices in the hallway I pause; it’s Lance and Tash. He sounds pissed.

  “Is someone fighting?” Lily whispers. She doesn’t seem too concerned and starts unbuttoning my dress shirt.

  “It’s Tash and Lance. Apparently they’re banging each other,” I whisper back. A door slams, followed by the heavy tread of feet moving away.

  “The hot chick who was feeling up your face earlier? The one with the rack?” She’s on the fourth button.

  “Tash doesn’t have a rack.”

  “Everyone has a rack compared to me.”

  I palm her tits. “See this?”

  She glances down. “They were so impressive when I was twelve.”

  Her nipples peek out between my index and middle fingers. “Your boobs are awesome. You don’t have to wear a bra, and there isn�
�t even any silicone keeping them up.”

  “That’s because there’s nothing to keep up.”

  I lean in until our lips are almost touching. “Take a fucking compliment, Lily.”

  All the bravado drops, and she looks almost innocent. “Sorry. I’m not used to hearing nice things about my boobs. Benji used to make fun of my lack of chest.”

  “That guy is a fucking idiot.” I’m way out of my usual zone. Bunnies aren’t self-conscious. I get now why Miller was so adamant about being careful. That ex-boyfriend of hers has done some damage. My job now is to undo what I can without getting too involved.

  As it stands, I’m happy to be Lily’s rebound. We can have some fun times before she finds a guy who will give her what she needs, which is more than a good dose of cock.

  She unfastens the last button on my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. Her teeth press into her lip as I pull the cuffs free and let it drop to the floor. She sighs and runs her palms over my abs to my chest, following a path to my shoulders and then down my arms, lingering on the one with the ink.

  “I work out.”

  “Really? I couldn’t tell. Your boobs are almost as big as mine.”

  I grab a pec. “Are you calling these man boobs?”

  She cups her own bare breasts and bounces them, then does the same to my chest. “Almost the same.”

  “That’s it. I’ve had enough of that mouth.” I launch us onto the bed, straddle her legs, and run my hands up her sides.

  She shrieks and laughs when I find a ticklish spot at her ribs.

  I put my mouth next to her ear. “Shh! Someone’s gonna hear you and ruin our good time.”

  She presses her face against my chest, stifling her giggles. I ease her legs apart with my knee and settle between them, my hard-on right where I want it. The easy mood grows heavy, then hot as I smooth my hand up the outside of her thigh, her skirt bunching.

  I slide a hand under her ass, feeling satiny fabric. Lily skims my arms with her fingertips, then threads them through my hair, pushing it back so it doesn’t tickle her cheeks when I kiss her. We grind up on each other until I’m tired of too many clothes in the way of all the good parts.