Page 41 of Puck Me Back to Life

My eyes fall to his straining dick, but he shakes my head to look at him. The sting of my scalp is causing a burning in my lower stomach. “Green.”

He smiles. “Open your mouth. Tap my leg twice for red.”

“Why would I⁠—?”

He plunges into my mouth. Ash is going so much deeper than I was allowing myself. His large cock ramming into the back of my throat. I gag. I try to breathe through my nose but its not working this time. I push at his legs, trying to put some space between us, but he holds me by the hair.

“Touch yourself.” Ash voice sounds broken and heavy. “It'll feel good. I promise.”

I follow his instructions, massaging my own cock.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

The burning of my throat. The stinging of my scalp. My hand against my skin. Ash's voice in my ears.

I whimper around him. Another gag forcing its way out.

“Don't you fucking cum yet,” Ash growls.

My eyes glance up at him. I can feel tears tracking down my cheeks. His face completely melts as he locks eyes with me.

His big hands force me further down. “Fuck!”

Hot cum rolls down my throat. I feel his cock constricting on my tongue. I swallow instinctively, not knowing if he would let me off of him. And also, because he's so deep down my throat, I might choke on it.

Ash removes himself from me, pushing his leg between mine once more. I don't even think as I grind my crotch against his shin.

“Like a dog in heat.” Ash smiles.

I claw into his thighs, nuzzling against his dick, which is already hardening again. Jesus Christ.

Fuck, I just want to come.

“Beg for it, then.” Ash seems to answer my thoughts.

I didn't mean to say that out loud.

“Please.” I gasp. “Please, sir, let me come.”

Ash slides his thumb into my mouth, and my lips wrap around it like we've done this a million times. My hips hump him faster.

“Yes, baby. Go ahead and make a mess.” Ash smiles.

His leg shifts, his foot knudging my balls. It's too much.

The rest of the room seems to disappear.

The hotel.

The game.

The guilt.

The noise in my head.

Everything fades into the background for one precious moment. And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I stop thinking about William Grove. I stop thinking about tomorrow. I stop thinking altogether. For once, I simply exist.

“Ah!” I come hard against his sweatpants, my forehead digging into his hip.