Page 40 of Puck Me Back to Life

Jesus christ.

I suck on his thumb harder, while keeping my eyes on his penis.

My fingers twitch towards my own cock.

Ash pops his thumb from my mouth, dragging his hand down to squeeze my nipple.

An embarrassing whine slips from my throat.

“Do you know how to give head?” His fingers don't stop tweaking my nipples as he speaks, making it hard to listen.

“No, sir.” I sit back on my knees, trying to get closer to his warmth. My cocks bumps into his shin, the slight touch making a shock roll down my spine. “I've only received.”

Ash's fingers tangle in my hair, snapping my face to look up at him. “From a man or woman?”

“A woman.”

Ash tilts his head. “Did you like it? Did you come?”

The tingling of my scalp and his rough tone feel delicious against me. “Yes, sir.”

“Do to me what she did to you, Kai.” He brings my head over to his crotch, holding his dick against my mouth.

I look up at him. “I'm nervous, I won't be any good, Ash—sir.”

The pull on my hair eases. “Mind your teeth and take me as deep as you can.”

I nod.

“Light?” Ash asks.

I lick the head of his dick cautiously, enjoying the salty taste. “Green.”

I lick again, the heat of him burning against my tongue. I try to remember what that girl did that drunken college night years ago. She had used her hand. I'm not nearly the size of Ash, but it still felt good.

I wrap a hand around his shaft and slip his cock into my mouth, being extra careful to avoid my teeth. My hand massages down his skin as I try to put his large dick further and further down my throat. I come back up for air, my eyes catching Ash studying me. A peak of annoyance echoes through my mind. I don't want him to be watching me, judging me. I want him to enjoy himself.

I suck on the head, my hand slipping between his thighs to touch his balls. My tongue presses against the underside of his dick and finally a grunt escapes Ash's mouth. The sound makes goosebumps scatter across my skin. I slip his shaft further down my throat.

Ash's fingers clutch against my hair. “Yeah, that's it. You're doing so well.”

I roll his sweatpants further down his muscled thighs. I breathe heavily through my nose so I don't gag around him. Gagging can't be hot. I start to get a good rhythm with my tongue, my hand chasing my mouth as I move swiftly up and down.

“Fuck, yes.” Ash's head falls against the headrest of the chair.

Every groan, encouragement, and sound that leaves Ash's mouth makes me impossibly harder.

Ash pushes one of his legs between my thighs. His leg grinding against my dick. I moan loudly around his cock, my hips rocking against him.

“You like that, you little slut?” Ash's words slip against my skin like a cold knife sliding between my shoulder blades.

The word slut makes my head go all fuzzy. I take him deeper but go too fast. I gag around him. I pull off, gasping for air.

Ash takes the opportunity to stand. Fisting my hair in his hand once again. He forces me to look at him.

My chest is rising and falling so fast you would think I had just finished a game. “Did I—Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes are dark. “Light?”