The Puck Charmer

by Cathryn Fox

  “Knowing you have nothing on under this is a total mind-fuck.” His fingers inch higher, and I widen my thighs to accommodate him. He growls at the invitation, and lightly strokes my swelling clit.

  “Wet, just the way I like you,” he says, and teases my cleft, circling it until my chest is rising and falling and I’m pressing my head into the back rest. That’s when I notice the sunroof. I stare up at the stars as the man I’m falling for works his strong fingers between my thighs, always putting my needs before his own. I realize this is all about me, but I want to do something more for him.

  “Alek,” I murmur.

  “Yeah?”

  “This is my bucket list fantasy, right?”

  He slides his thumb over my clit, and my hips lift. “Yeah, baby, this is all about you.”

  Honest to God, I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanted in my entire life. A girl could get used to this kind of attention.

  “Then I need you to do something for me,” I say.

  “I’ll do whatever you want. All you have to do is ask.”

  If I asked him to stay in Bridgetown, would he?

  I quickly squash that thought.

  Don’t go there, Alyssa.

  “Look up.” His gaze follows mine to the sunroof. “I want you to stand, and look outside.”

  “Yeah, you want that?” he asks, his fingers still working magic between my legs.

  “I want that.”

  He moves his fingers and I groan. “You sure you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice husky, his eyes half-mast with desire.

  “Well no, but yes.”

  He chuckles and hits a button to open the sunroof. A warm breeze blows inside as he stands and pokes his head out. He looks back inside. “It’s gorgeous out here. Want to come up?”

  “I’m interested in something else that’s up,” I tell him, and reach for his zipper.

  “Aly,” he murmurs, sounding tortured and aroused at the same time. “What are you doing?”

  I shift on the seat and my mouth parts, hungry to taste him as I free him from his pants.

  “It’s what I want,” I say, meaning every word of it. Pleasuring him brings me a tremendous amount of pleasure. “It’s part of my bucket list fantasy. Well, it is now, because it’s you I’m with. Now look at the stars and hang on for the ride.”

  He curses as he puts his head back out, and I grin, loving that I can tease, arouse and please him like this. With his pants still around his hips, I breathe in his heady scent and weigh his big, gorgeous cock in my hand before tugging him from base to tip. He swells, his veins filling with heated blood. I can’t hear him, or see him but the way his cock is twitching and pulsing tells me everything I need to know. He loves this as much as I do.

  I inch forward to take him into my mouth, but no way can I take all of him. That’s okay, my hand can do the rest. I move my head back and forth, and tug his pants a bit lower so I can massage his balls. His hips jerk forward, and I like that he can’t see what I’m doing. He can only feel.

  Pre-cum spills from his slit, and I lap at the tanginess. I swirl my tongue around his crown and drink him all in. He moves his body, pumping into my mouth and I let him work his cock, keeping my lips wrapped around him so he can fuck me.

  His head dips. “I’m close, babe,” he says. “So fucking close.”

  In typical Alek fashion, he tries to pull back, but I put my arms around his body to prevent him from breaking away. I want his cum. Every single drop of it. When he gets the gist, his growls reach my ears, and I take him deeper, until he’s in my throat. He pounds on the roof and I grin inwardly.

  That’s it, Alek, let go for me.

  His hips move faster as his orgasm mounts, his cock so hard now, so full of blood, I’m sure he’s not even thinking straight. I suck until hollows form in my cheeks, and race my hand up and down his shaft. He reaches inside the vehicle, and fists my hair. For a second I think he’s going to pull me off, but his hand starts following the motion of my head.

  My own body pulses with need, and since I’m currently wearing no panties, my naked thighs are sopping wet with desire. Alek is really going to like that. The thought brings a smile to my face. I like making him happy and honest to God, everything I do with this man feels so good. So right. And that’s scary.

  His entire body stiffens, and a second later, he fills my mouth with his tangy cum, his muscles trembling with his climax. I moan in sheer bliss as I take it all in. But he keeps coming and coming, his hard cock bursting with pleasure. I can’t swallow fast enough. Some drips down my chin, and I have no idea why, but it turns me on even more. I lick him clean and lightly rub his balls, a gentle caress to milk every last drop from him. I inch back, and his gorgeous cock slides from my mouth. Alek drops down into the seat across from me. He’s windblown and breathless, his eyes half-lidded and sated. Desire seeps under my skin and my sex clenches.

  “Aly,” he whispers, and goes down on his knees. He brushes his thumb over my face, cleaning me. “Aly, babe. God damn you’re incredible. This pretty mouth of yours took me so fucking deep.” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to my eyes, my nose, and lips, as his hands slide up my damp thighs.

  “So wet and needy for me,” he growls. “I need to lick your soaked little pussy, Aly. I need my mouth on you.”

  Before I realize what’s happening, his hands are on my hips and he’s lifting me until I’m the one looking through the sunroof. Wind whips my hair as I lift my gaze to the starry night, but I can’t think about the beauty of the night sky right now, not when Alek is pushing my dress to my waist, and kissing a hot path to my sex.

  His wet mouth closes over me, sucks on me as he parts my damp lips with the soft blade of his tongue. “So good,” I cry out and grip the roof to hang on. This wasn’t really what I had in mind when I wrote sex in a limo in my journal. No, this is a million times better. Everything with Alek is better.

  He swirls that talented tongue of his until I’m rocking into his ravenous mouth. Hard flicks over my clit steals the air from my lungs, and he inches two fingers into my tight core.

  “God, yes,” I murmur, my legs growing weak, but he holds my body, always there to lend a hand—or a tongue—when I’m about to fall. That’s when it occurs to me that I trust him, and I haven’t trusted in a very long time.

  His tongue rolls over me, slow leisurely licks that turn into harder laps as I moan and writhe and move up and down to fuck his fingers. One hand moves to my backside, and my heart seizes. I’ve never done that, but for the first time in my life I want a man to touch me there, but only because that man is Alek. I want to try everything with him, despite the fact that it’s going to be emotional suicide.

  His finger circles my tight opening, gently presses into me, and I relax to grant him entrance. His growl of pleasure reaches my ears, and never taking his mouth from my clit, he slides the two fingers in my sex in and out, in and out, creating a delicious friction. My muscles quiver around him, and he pushes his pinkie a little deeper into my backside. The triple delight is more than I can take.

  I’m dizzy, giddy, completely lost in what he’s doing to me. Mr. Right in my nightstand will never hold up after this night. He works his pinkie in more, stretching me. Sensations sizzling through my body. I’ve never felt so full before, so completely pleasured.

  My muscles tighten, every nerve ending firing as he works those deft fingers inside me. I’m so close, but I don’t want this moment to end. I try to pull back, but he’s relentless, holding me to his mouth, intent on pulling an orgasm from me.

  He sucks my clit and I groan at the intense pleasure centered on my core. I gasp for breath, can’t seem to fill my lungs. He nibbles on my clit, a vicious tease, and circles the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. He certainly knows how to touch me just right to tease and prolong the pleasure, placing me right at the cliff’s edge, where he leaves me hovering on the brink of ecstasy.

  I love every second of it.

  I come. Hard. An
intense explosion that shuts down my brain. The world closes in on me, and the stars I’m seeing are behind my eyelids are not in the night sky. I call out his name, over and over, but it gets carried away in the wind. My God, sex with this man just keeps getting better and better. He slowly pulls his fingers out, and circles my clit, pressing slow tender kisses to my nether lips as he brings me back to earth.

  My body stops shaking and his strong hands grip my hips and pull me back inside. My gaze locks on his and neither of us speak. We look at each other for a long time, and I have to say I have never felt closer to anyone in my entire life.

  “Come here,” he whispers, and puts his hand around my head to bring my mouth to his. His kiss is softer, a little more mellow, less urgent, but just as profound as earlier. A tremble goes through me as my heart beats faster.

  “Alek, every inch of my body…I can’t even explain it. But I’m tingling all over.” He gazes at me, the intensity on his face is like an aphrodisiac and I begin to heat up again.

  “I guess that’s one thing I can cross off my list.”

  His smirk is delicious as he leans closer, puts his mouth to my ear.

  “You can’t cross it off yet, Aly. We’re far from finished.” He cups my breasts through my dress, and a moan rumbles in his throat. “You see, I haven’t spent enough time here and that’s a fucking tragedy, don’t you think?”

  I moan as he pinches my hard nipples. “Yeah, I think.”

  13

  Alek

  “Are you paying attention?” Alyssa asks, her forehead creasing as she frowns at me.

  I laugh and hold my hands up. “Absolutely. You have my undivided attention,” I tell her as she showcases the different types of flies and tells me how and when they’re used.

  She spent the last thirty minutes teaching me how to rig my pole and now I know everything about floating lines, leader lines, loop knots, tippets and rings. It’s fascinating how much she knows. Her depth of knowledge and passion fills my soul with warmth and admiration.

  “You don’t seem to be listening.”

  “I am,” I say, but I know where she’s coming from. I can’t seem to drag my attention from her face, and the sheer pleasure in her eyes as she rigged the rod with speed and skill. I’ve never seen such focus, or experience such an easy intimacy with any woman.

  “Okay, then what is this?” she asks and holds a fly up for me to identify.

  “That, my sweet Alyssa, is called Pat’s Rubberlegs.”

  “And this?”

  “That one’s easy.” I take it from her. “It’s a nymph, like you.”

  She arches a brow. “You think I’m a mythical female spirit?”

  I drop a kiss onto her cheek. “You’re definitely mythical, Aly. I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.” She gives me the sweetest smile and my mind goes back to the fun we had in New York last weekend. After our limo ride, we went back to the hotel and made love until the wee hours of the morning. Then we spent the day shopping and picking up a gift for my niece. Only problem is the more time I spend with this woman, the harder and harder it’s going to be to leave. But I have a hockey career to think about, and her life is here in Vermont.

  “Are you ready to learn how to read the water?”

  “Teach me.”

  I glance down at the camouflage waders I’m wearing. They were her grandfather’s, and she kept them in her storage shed, unable to part with them. She’s in a pair of tan-colored ones, and she shouldn’t look sexy, but my God, she does. With her hair tied back in a ponytail, the freckles on her nose darkening in the summer sun, a face free of makeup, and a big smile on her face, she’s totally in her element, and has never looked more adorable.

  “Something funny?” she asks as she follows my gaze down to her waders. “I mean, I know these waders aren’t my girl scout outfit and—”

  “You are beautiful, Alyssa. I’ve got a boner just looking at you.”

  She rolls her eyes in disbelief. “Yeah right.”

  I take her hand and put it over my crotch.

  She laughs. “Oh my God. You’re still that horny seventeen-year-old, Alek. What am I going to do with you?”

  I put my hand around her fishing rod. “Maybe later you can rig another pole.”

  “You are so bad,” she says. “Now come on, let’s get in the water, maybe that will help cool you down. If not, be careful. We don’t want the fish nipping at the wrong…pole.”

  “Funny girl.”

  I rein in my lust for the time being, and step beside her, as she glances out over the rushing water. I study her face, take in her concentration and it generates a new kind of warmth and need inside me. I love this side of her. Actually, I love all sides of her.

  Careful, dude. This is a summer fling.

  What if I want more?

  “We call that flat,” she says as she points to a pool of unmoving water. “That’s where fish go to rest, and you’ll rarely get a bite there. Can you show me another flat?” she asks, testing me to see if I’m paying attention, no doubt.

  “Right there,” I say and point to an area further down.

  “You’re a fast learner,” she says, and I puff my chest up at the compliment.

  “I’m good at a lot of things.”

  She shakes the rod in my hand. “Get your mind on the rod, Alek.”

  “Oh, it is,” I say and she laughs. The sweet sound curls around me.

  “See how the water rushes over those rocks. That’s called the riffle and that’s where we’re going to catch our fish.” She points. “Look around those medium to small boulders. See how it builds a foam line? The front is a great place to catch a fish and so is the back of a boulder where fish can be resting as insects tumble by. We want to make sure our fly drifts naturally into that foam. Watch me.”

  She throws her line out a couple of times and hits her mark. Her fly drifts down, and she pulls it back in. “You want to try.” I nod and she steps behind me, to help guide the movement. I don’t get it the first few times.

  “You need to mend the line to push it upstream and allow the fly to drift naturally through the current. If fish see an unnatural drift, they will not eat your presentation.” She takes it from me and shows me how to do it.

  “You make it look so easy.”

  “It takes practice. It took me years to master it.” I try again. “That’s it, you’re getting there.”

  “Nice,” I say as my fly drifts down the stream. Alyssa grabs her rod and picks a different spot.

  We spend a few minutes in silence, the warm sun shining down on us and I have to say, I haven’t relaxed like this in a long time.

  “You must have spent a lot of time with your grandfather.”

  She nods. “Every Sunday afternoon, actually. Until he became ill.”

  “I’m sorry. What happened?”

  “Lung cancer.” She shakes her head. “He loved his cigars.” A beat of silence and then, “You would have liked him, Alek.”

  “I bet I would have. Were Rose and Vince your mother’s or father’s parents?”

  I pull my line in and cast it again. I stare at my fly as it glides toward the foamy water.

  “You’re getting it, Alek,” she says.

  “That’s because you’re a good teacher.”

  Her attention slides back to her fly. I take in her profile, the look of longing on her face. I’m not sure she’s going to answer my question, but after a long silent minute she says, “They’re my father’s parents.”

  I don’t want to open old wounds, but I have an overwhelming urge to know more—everything—about this kind and giving woman, so I carefully ask, “What…happened to your parents?”

  A rush of air leaves her mouth, and unease invades my gut as another minute of silence stretches on. “Dad was in the military. He met Mom when he was stationed in Fort Bragg, North Carolina.”

  “Army,” I say quietly and she nods. “What about your mother’s parents, did you know them?”
r />   “My mother lost her parents in a car accident when she was in her twenties. I was born while my father was overseas actually, and when he came back he wasn’t the same, or so I was told. My crying was a trigger for him, and he started drinking heavily, drugs. You name it. He basically told my mother if I didn’t go, he would. I was dropped off with his parents.” A humorless laugh tumbles out of her throat. “She made her choice.”

  Anger flares hot inside me as I take in the torment on her face. Jesus, the thoughts of her just getting tossed away breaks my fucking heart. I shake my head, my fingers curling and uncurling, wanting to pull her to me and keep her safe for the rest of her life. She’s a survivor, can take care of herself, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for her—be the guy she can really count on.

  “I don’t know where she is or where he is or even if they’re together.” She shrugs, nonchalantly but it contradicts the haunted expression in her eyes. Fuck, all I want to do is drag her in my arms and make everything better. “They disappeared, never to be heard from again.”

  “Did you ever want to go look for them?” I ask, even though I want to say more, like how the fuck can a mother just abandon her child and why the hell didn’t they all get the help they needed?

  “No.” Her head drops and she stares into the rushing water. “Why would I chase down people who didn’t want me?”

  My blood runs cold as her words tear at my heart. “Yeah,” I say quietly, keeping my emotions contained because an outburst is not what she needs from me, but the need to protect her is growing stronger by the second. “Sounds like your Dad wasn’t well.”

  “No, he wasn’t, and I don’t know whether he didn’t want help, or couldn’t get help.” She casts me a quick glance. “I don’t talk about this, Alek. Ever. I’m not really sure why I am right now.”

  She trusts me. That’s why she’s telling me. It’s a goddamn honor that she chose me to share something so painful and private with, and I’m a goddamn idiot for not being straight up with her from the beginning.