The Puck Charmer

by Cathryn Fox

  I press a kiss to her stomach. “I’m going to take you where you need to go, Aly. With my mouth on you.”

  A sound of pure pleasure rumbles in her chest. “Right, yes,” she says, her voice nothing but a whimper as I relentlessly tease her. I purposely nudge her clit as I reposition my body and climb between her legs, her tight bundle of nerves practically throbbing against my fingertip. I glance at her damp panties, the treasure beneath mine for the taking. And I plan to take. Oh yeah, I plan to fuck this sweet woman until the neighbors can hear her screaming my name.

  “I need these panties gone,” I say and grip her legs and close them tightly. She goes up on her elbows, her beautiful breasts on display as I tug her panties down. With my mouth inches from her pussy, I breathe in her aroused scent.

  Jesus, she’s going to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

  She struggles to open her legs again, but I put my knees on either side of hers, preventing her from spreading. I press my finger to her clit and slide it down, parting her damp folds and licking through her wetness. I’m rewarded with a sweet moan.

  “I love how wet you are for me.” I stroke her and watch her find pleasure as I restrain her beneath me. “I’m going to make you even wetter with my tongue, then you’re going to come all over me, Aly.” I push my finger into her hot, tight hole and her muscles clench. “You need my cock,” I state. “You want me to fuck you, Aly?”

  I move my finger in and out, and nearly shoot off at her tortured moans.

  “Yes, just like that,” she says, as I bring her higher and higher. Her hands go to her breasts and she cups them, squeezes her nipples, and it’s pretty much more than I can take. I drop to the mattress, spread her legs wide, and lick a path up her damp thighs until I reach her pussy. Her juices glisten beneath my gaze, and I dive in, take her throbbing clit into my mouth as I scissor two fingers inside her until she’s practically convulsing beneath me.

  My cock throbs, thick and impatient, needing to feel her wrapped around it in the worst way. She squirms and I use the tip of my tongue to apply pressure to her clit, wanting her to revel in every hard lap, even the littlest of sensation, until her body gives in to the pleasure.

  “Yes,” she says and grips my head, her hips jerking up and down as I lick, and nibble, and eat my fill. “Alek,” she cries, and seconds later she bursts around my fingers, her hot flood of desire filling my mouth and dripping down my hands. I lap at her, drink her in, not wanting to miss a single droplet. I stay there until her body comes back, her spasms slowing, and I trail my tongue around her sweet opening, licking her softly.

  “Jesus, you taste good,” I murmur from between her legs. Inching back, I kiss a wet path up her body, stopping to tease her nipples again, and bury my mouth in the sweet hollow of her throat. My cock presses against her center, eager to get inside.

  I rock against her, and rotate my hips. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want your cock,” she says, her nails scraping over my back. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “I need to get a condom,” I say, remembering I left my pants in the kitchen.

  “My nightstand,” she says.

  I reach over, not wanting to break the connection and search her nightstand. Eager, I start pulling things out, desperate to find the condoms. My fingers connect with something soft and long, and because it’s in my way, I snatch it, and set it on the nightstand.

  “Oh, God,” she says, and I follow her gaze to the vibrator I just found. Shit, I hadn’t meant to embarrass her.

  “It’s okay, Aly. I masturbate too. Nothing wrong with that and if we’re being honest here, I masturbated last night.”

  She chuckles. “Okay, yeah, so did I.”

  “You used your fingers?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “I’d like to see that, you know. Right now, though, my cock needs to be inside you.”

  I scrounge until I find a box of unopened condoms. I rip into it. “I do like a girl who is prepared,” I say, even though she doesn’t strike me as the kind to sleep around. Not that there is anything wrong with that, as long as she’s practicing safe sex.

  “I uh…they might be outdated,” she says.

  “Shit, really?”

  “It’s been a while.”

  “Yeah,” I say, and rub the back of my hand over her face. “I’m sorry.”

  She shrugs. “It’s okay. I get by.”

  I grin at that. “Is it weird that I’m glad I’m the guy you chose to break your dry spell with?”

  “Well it was either you or Ralph from 309. He’s been hitting on me.”

  “Why didn’t you go for it?” I ask, even though I don’t want to picture her in bed with anyone but me. Not that I have that right or any claim to her. But the thought is a bit disconcerting, considering I never had one like it before.

  “Because he’s ninety, and senile and thinks I’m his ex-wife.”

  I can’t help but laugh at that. “That’s funny.”

  She chuckles. “I’m glad you think so.”

  Her hand slides down. She takes me in her palm and I forget everything. I forget that I’m in bed with a sweet, small town girl who doesn’t know who I really am, that I’ve never quite wanted anyone the way I want her, and that while I only ever want one night, I’m not sure five days will be enough when it comes to her. But I forget everything and lose myself in the pleasure of her small hand stroking me.

  “You like that, Alek?” she asks and that’s when I realize I’m moaning.

  “Yeah, but I’m going to have to stop you.”

  “You want me to stop this?” she teases, dragging her hand from my base, all the way to my crown as I bite the foil.

  “No, not really, but I need to get this condom on and I might swallow it if you keep it up.”

  She blinks dark lashes over innocent eyes. “Distracted, are you?”

  I love this playful side of her. “Wait, is this payback?” I ask. Yeah, I really took her to the edge and kept her hanging.

  “For rear-ending me?”

  I groan. “We really need to find a new term, because every time you say it, I want your ass.”

  Her eyes go wide. “I’ve never done that.”

  “I know,” I say. There’s so much innocence about this woman, and if I were a decent guy, I’d stay as far away as I could.

  She angles her head, looking coy and demure. “There are things you don’t know, Alek.”

  “Like what?”

  “That maybe I’m saying it on purpose.”

  “Fuck me sideways,” I say, and nearly bite my tongue. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all. Or maybe I just bring this out in her.

  She grins at me as I tear into the foil and go back on my knees to sheath myself. Her eyes never leave my dick as I suit up. Once done, I fall over her.

  “You’re a fucking tease,” I say, but I’m not sure she’s listening. No, her legs are going around my hips and her eyes go to half-mast.

  I rub my crown over her sensitive clit, and bring her back to the boiling point before I put one hand on her face to cup her cheek as I slide inside. Fuck, she feels good. She moans as I seat myself high, and find her mouth. I kiss her deeply and move my hips, a slow, easy pace that will be torture to keep now that she’s swelling around me. I push forward, and she lifts for me, taking every last inch I can give her.

  “You…this…amazing,” is all I’m able to get out. I slowly pull my dick out, and she claws at my back, demanding me to fuck her faster. Her wet heat wraps around me, and my balls ache for release as I pound into her, faster now, hard thrusts meant to take her over the precipice a second time.

  “Alek,” she cries and grabs a fistful of my hair.

  “I know,” I say, and boy, do I ever know. We fit together so nicely, her body so damn perfect for mine. White hot need burns through me and every muscle in my body screeches for release as we fuck. I clamp down on my teeth, wanting to prolong this—for both of us—but knowing I can’t. I c
hange the pace, and using fast blunt strokes, I slick through her wet heat. I grind my pelvis against her clit, and watch her face, wanting to see her expression when she comes all over me.

  I pound impossibly deeper, stretch her more, and her mouth falls open as she lets go, her hot cum scorching my dick and balls. I gasp, trying to get air into my constricted lungs, but it’s a futile effort.

  “So good,” she cries out, each spasm pulling at my cock, teasing an orgasm from me.

  Dizzy and overwhelmed with need, I fuck her harder and faster as I chase my own climax. The next time we fuck, I’ll take it slower, make it last longer. It’s a promise I make to myself—one I’m not even sure I can keep. But right now, I need release and I need it now. I find her mouth again, and slide my cock into her, once, twice and when she tangles her tongue with mine, the world as I know it tilts on its axis and raw physical pleasure takes over.

  Sparks shoot through my body and zap my balls, and we’re both breathing hard, gasping for breath when I release inside her. I moan into her mouth, aware of her hands on my body, touching me all over like she can’t get enough. I collapse on top of her, my mind a hot mess as I ride out the orgasmic bliss.

  After a long moment, I inch back, cup her face in my hands, and we simply stare at each other. Probably because no words can explain what just happened here. Plus, I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to give too much power to this—whatever this really is.

  I shift, and warmth moves through me as I snuggle her close. As I think about her bucket list, which led us to this bed, a small chuckle rumbles in my chest and she lifts her head to see me. My pulse jumps as I take in her tousled hair, and the sexy-as-fuck flush on her cheek.

  “Something funny?” she asks.

  “Bucket list number nine. Sex in a limo. I think we should talk about it.”

  9

  Alyssa

  With my body still warm and tingling from Alek’s touch, I stand at the stove, stirring tomato sauce with a huge smile on my face as Alek sits at my kitchen table reading my bucket list, his legs kicked out like he’s right at home. It’s weird. I barely know him, yet it feels like we’ve been friends for a lifetime, and I can’t deny that he looks like he belongs at my table. I also can’t deny that I just had the best sex of my life. The man has skills and moves I’ve never heard of, and after just one round, I’m addicted.

  “A New York, Broadway show. I can get behind that.”

  “Have you ever been to one?”

  “Yeah, years ago.” He continues to scan the list. “A honeymoon in Jamaica, pick an avocado in Mexico.” He lifts his head and looks at me. “That’s a strange one.”

  “I know right. I also want to pick olives in Tuscany, but that’s because I fell in love with the movie Under the Tuscan Sun.”

  “Never saw it.”

  “Then we must rectify that.”

  He rakes one hand through his hair, and my knees weaken. Even without trying the man is beyond sexy.

  “Is it a chick flick?” he asks

  “No, not at all,” I tease. “It has car races, burning buildings, and a big explosion. You’re going to love it.”

  He arches a mocking brow at my joke. “How could it not with a name like Under the Tuscan Sun and all.”

  I laugh, turn the burner off and reach for the pot of boiling pasta as he contemplates that. “I think it’s your turn to tell me about your list, Alek. What are some of the things you want to do, and I don’t believe sex while skydiving was on the list. You just said that to ease my embarrassment.”

  His smile is so sweet and warm, it moves through me and tugs at something deep and dormant. I love that he told a little white lie just to make me feel better. I’m not even sure he knows how incredibly sweet he is.

  “First, I never want you to feel embarrassed with me, and second, if you’re into skydiving, then sex a thousand feet above ground is definitely on my list,” he says with a grin.

  “Not on my list.”

  “I guess we could always just do it in a plane.” He stands, and presses his hard chest to my back as I drain the pasta. “Need any help?” he asks, his voice rumbling through me.

  “Why don’t you set the table? Forks and knives are in this drawer.” He pushes my hair from my neck and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Mmm, that feels nice,” I say. He moves away and takes his warmth with him.

  “I’ve always wanted to surf in Hawaii,” he says as he opens the drawer and pulls out the silverware.

  “Oh, wow, that would be amazing.”

  “Do you surf?”

  “Do you see any oceans around here?” I tease. “But I think it would be fun to learn.” He sets the table, and grabs a pen from my counter. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m adding to your list,” he says scribbling something into my journal.

  “You can’t do that. It’s my list, not yours.”

  “Too late,” he says and drops the pen. “Now you get to add something to my list.”

  “I’ll have to think on that.”

  I plate us up some spaghetti and meatballs and set them on the table.

  “This looks delicious,” Alek says. “I’m hungrier than I thought.”

  My stomach growls right along with his. “You only had half a sandwich for lunch and we did work up an appetite earlier.”

  He stirs the sauce and cuts into a meatball. “What time are we going to visit Grandma?”

  I can’t help but laugh as he claims my grandmother as his own. “After dinner. I’ll bring her some spaghetti. Hopefully she’s a bit more alert tonight. She comes and goes in and out of it.” He nods like he understands. “Do you have grandparents?” I ask.

  “Yeah, you’d like them. Typical grandparents. Money on my birthday, ugly socks and sweaters for Christmas.”

  “Do you wear them?”

  “Of course, I do.”

  I smile at him, my heart full as I picture him in those ugly sweaters. “You must have had a wonderful childhood.”

  His expression changes as his gaze meets mine. He goes quiet, nodding, like he’s drifting back to the past and remembering all the happy times. “I really did.” Catching me by surprise, his hand slides across my small table and lightly brushes mine, lending me his strength and comfort. A need for…something wells up inside me at the tenderness in his eyes. “I wish yours was better for you.”

  I shrug, even though his tender touch and sweet concern stirs my insides. “I’m okay. I had Grandma. She was awesome, Alek. She was the grandma who dressed up at Halloween, let me fill the house with friends, and did all the traditional meals at Thanksgiving and Christmas. She taught me to cook.”

  “I’m glad. Now I’m reaping the rewards,” he says as he slurps a long strand of spaghetti.

  “We were a small family of two, but Grandma filled the house with love and laughter.”

  “Do you want a family, Alyssa?”

  “Someday, I suppose,” I say. “I’m just not sure it’s in the cards for me.”

  “Why?” he asks. “If you don’t mind me prying.”

  “I mean, I guess I always pictured myself with a family.”

  “Number six on your bucket list,” he reminds me.

  “I’m just busy with my business and my grandmother. There’s not a lot of time for anything else.”

  “I’m glad you made the time for me.”

  “Like you gave me a choice,” I say, finishing it with an unladylike snort that brings a smile to his face. “You practically kidnapped me, and I think there was some bribery in there too.”

  “I’m like a barnacle when I set my mind to something,” he teases, but the smile falls from his face when he adds, “But seriously, concussions are dangerous, and I really wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  My heart squeezes. “I appreciate it,” I say, and as strange emotions swirl around inside my stomach, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about what I want from this, from us. “Also, there’s not a lot of single guys my
age around here. So, don’t go flattering yourself thinking you’re special,” I tease, even though there is a part of me that totally believes there is something very extraordinary about this guy.

  “Ah, I get it. I just happened to be the right age with the right parts.”

  “You nailed it.”

  “Yeah, I did,” he says with a cute grin, and my body flushes as my pulse skitters with a new kind of want. My God, how can I want him again so quickly? Sex with him was out of this world, and I’ve gone without a man’s touch so long, it should hold me over to the next century. But I don’t want that. No, what I want is the man across from me, his inquisitive gaze locked on mine.

  “Your friends, where are they all now?” he asks.

  I take a sip of water as things turn deeply personal. I have no secrets, and I believe in honesty, but dredging up the past is never easy. “They went off to college and moved on to bigger towns for their careers. I’m happy for them,” I say, injecting a bit of enthusiasm into my voice, but this man has proven to be astute, and I’m an easy read. Truthfully though, I am happy for my friends. I want the best for them, and it’s not their fault I couldn’t go. No, my abandonment issues go way back.

  “You mentioned your ex was on the football team. What happened to him?”

  I shake my head. “He left, like the rest of them, and he let me believe we were going to do long distance. Lying bastard,” I say.

  “I called it. Total douchebag,” he agrees quickly, and I grin, loving that he’s quick to take my side, even though he doesn’t know the circumstances. I have the feeling Alek is a ride or die kind of friend. He slams his fist into the palm of his hand. “If you want payback, just say the word.”

  I wave a dismissive hand. “I’m over him and he’s not worth it.”

  “Good.” He takes a bite, chews and goes thoughtful for a while. A comfortable silence falls over us, and then he breaks it and asks, “So you never wanted to move?”

  “I can’t leave Grandma.” I won’t leave her. Sure, she has friends here, plenty of them, but she’s my only relative and I’m hers. “She was always there for me, and now I’m here for her.”