Page 21 of Tricky Puck

“I know how you feel,” I whisper, lowering myself on top of her, kissing her swollen lips, stroking a finger through her wet pussy, and then bringing the tip of my cock to tease her clit.

Her hips hitch up, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, lifts her legs to wrap around my back, and kisses my chin, my mouth, and my jaw.

Does she know how seductive she is? My cock is so full and hard—ready now. I take my time pushing inside her tight channel as it sucks me in, clamping around me as I shudder with a pleasure more intense than I’ve ever felt.

“You...feel so fucking unbelievable.” I growl the words as I move, my breathing uneven, my heart stampeding. Beads of sweat form and fall as I slide in and out, watching her, and she matches my movements.

“Ditto,” she whispers, catching her bottom lip in her teeth.

I bring my mouth down to hers and taste her lips, her mouth, and the sweet warmth of her drives me faster and faster until tension coils tight and rises up my cock. I pound into her, and her eyes flutter, and I move a hand down between us to flick her clit with my thumb, sensing how close she is.

“Come for me, baby. I’m close.” I grit the words out, barely holding back.

“Yes, yes, Link… I’m… Aah.” Her voice rises and stops abruptly as her body convulses around me, squeezing the orgasm from my cock as I thrust inside on an anguished groan of pleasure as I explode, pumping wave after wave of my release.

Holding her, I tighten my arms, feeling her shudders mingling with mine and obliterating whatever reality exists outside our two bodies here and now, knowing this is the holy mother fucking grail of blissful experience.

While we both try to get control of our breathing as we come down and the grip of epic pleasure eases, I can’t loosen my hold, can’t comprehend how and why sex never felt like this before.

I don’t want to think about what that means. Shaking my head, I insist it means nothing except that I’m a lucky bastard to have found this kind of unmatched chemistry with a woman. It was bound to happen eventually, right?

So what? It doesn’t mean anything. Certainly not that I should marry—it doesn’t mean Delaney is... This is just sex. Like always, except better.

Loosening my arms from around her, I separate us and get out of bed to take care of the condom. When I return to bed, I find her sunk into her pillow with the covers pulled over her. A smile automatically tugs at my face, and I twist it into a smirk to regain control.

“Time to pay up,” I say, enjoying her eye roll because it’s forced, and she’s still reluctant to sing.

“Don’t get too excited. I told you I’m not a singer.” She pushes up, and I get into bed with her. We sit up against the headboard with all the pillows bolstering us.

“What do you want to hear?” She looks at me with her brilliant blue eyes and not a bit of nerves.

“I admire how brave you are to face your fears without flinching.” I don’t know why the heck I tell her this, but it’s true. It’s how I feel—which makes no sense since I’m not in the habit of sharing feelings, am I?

Mostly because I don’t usually have feelings to share.

But I’m a straight-talking person, and that’s all this is about.

“Wow, that’s just what a girl wants to hear after having multiple epic orgasms with a guy.” She’s half smiling, and her sarcasm sounds shallow this time. Is she having feelings?

No. What the hell? We aren’t the kind to have feelings.

“It was epic for me, too,” I say, my voice deepening.

“Good to hear,” she says in a breathy voice. We stare at each other for a few blinks, and I hold my thoughts still along with my breath. No need to overthink this, no matter what my cock is telling me. It’s just a stupid cock.

Then she shakes her head, and the staring contest ends.

“I’ll sing “Yesterday”—the Beatles song,” she says and clears her throat.

I watch her, and she doesn’t look away as she starts singing.

“Yesterday…all my trouble seemed so far away…” The words float from her mouth, beautiful and melodious, with perfect pitch and with feeling, like she’s experiencing the words as she sings them to me. I listen, mesmerized, and I don’t realize my heart is racing until she stops at the end of the song.

It takes a few beats of absolute silence for me to respond.

“That was beautiful, Delaney. Your voice is⁠—”

She turns the smile that pops onto her face into an eye roll and pulls away when I reach out to touch her face.