“Eyes on me,” she whispers.
She holds my gaze as she pulls my boxers down and keeps her lips on my skin. Eventually she has to look away, and when she does, I can see the moment she notices how prominent the scar is that runs from my right hip to my groin.
She looks up again and starts kissing her way across the scar. When her chin hits my cock, her gaze shifts down. I wait for her to push away, to have some kind of disgusted reaction to what she’s seeing, because there’s nothing hiding what’s going on.
Instead she presses her lips to the heavy scar. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yeah.” I say, hands still balled into fists.
Lily licks up the shaft, over the scars and back down again, slow and soft.
She keeps stroking me with her tongue, like she’s eating her favorite kind of ice cream and doesn’t want to stop. When she takes the head in her mouth and keeps going until it hits the back of her throat, I shove my hands in her hair.
It’s exactly the image I had in my head earlier today. Except it’s real.
“Okay?” Lily asks in a voice muffled by my cock in her mouth.
I stroke her cheek. “So fucking good.”
I need to find a way to get Lily to move to Chicago, because this is a woman I don’t want to be without.
Forever Pucked Deleted Scene
The Perfect Place for Buddy
“MAYBE WE SHOULD just elope.” I’m not sure if it sounds like I’m kidding or not.
Violet lifts her head, her eyes wide. “You’re kidding, right?”
I tuck strands of wet hair behind her ear and trace the line of her jaw. “I don’t have to be.”
“I don’t have a dress.”
I follow the contour of her bottom lip with my thumb. Jesus, I love this woman. “We can buy you one.”
“You’re serious?”
“As serious as you are about keeping me out of your Area 51.”
Violet sits up. She’s wearing a hotel robe. It gapes in the front and most of her right boob falls out. “I’m only mostly serious about that.”
“What? You mean you’d let me in there?” I sit up, too, and stick my hand in the gap in her robe, palming a breast, ready to make all of my fantasies come true.
“Hold on there, trigger.” Violet puts a hand on my face and pushes me back down. “I don’t mean with the Super MC. He’s huge. And there’s special lube and stuff for that, which we don’t have. I mean maybe we can use some more fingers, or, like, a toy—eventually.”
“That’d be a great place to put Buddy…” That’s exactly where I’d like to see that fucking dildo go. I would derive so much satisfaction, in so many ways, from watching that stupid beaver face disappear inside her ass.
“Wow. You’re totally serious about that. I honestly don’t understand the fascination with trying to get something that big into a hole that small.” She pokes my hard-on.
“That is the fascination, Violet.”
“You know, I’ve done some reading recently about this.”
“Oh, really?” I lean against the headboard. “And what did you discover?”
“You’re the one with the prostate gland, not me. So if anyone should be putting things where the sun don’t shine, it should me giving you a dose of Buddy, not the other way around.” She crosses her arms over her chest and cocks a brow.
“Uh, yeah, that’s not going to happen. Ever, Violet.”
She shrugs. “That’s fine. But if you won’t let me try it on you, then you don’t get to try it on me.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay? You’re not going to argue over this?”
“Baby, c’mere.” I pat my lap.
Violet doesn’t straddle me, but she sits on my hard-on, so that’s okay. I tilt her chin up. “Do you remember what I said to you the first night we met?”
“Am I looking at her beaver?”
I smile. “Later. When we were in my suite, and we ended up in the bedroom.”
“It isn’t that big—which is lie, because it really is that big.” She shifts so her ass rubs against my still-growing dick.
“No. I mean just before that.”
She bites her lip and thinks for a few seconds, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Oh!” Her smile is soft, shy almost. “That we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. But you had to know at that point I was going to give it up for you.”
“Well, I hoped, but it was never an expectation. I mean, fuck—I really wanted to get you naked and get all up in there, but I would’ve been perfectly fine with some slip ‘n’ slide or the blow job. The sex was—” I close my eyes, remembering exactly how being inside Violet for the first time felt. So tight, so hot, so… “—much more than I probably deserved at the time.”
“I was pretty nervous.”
“I was, too. I’m not really a one-night-stand guy.”
Her smile is warm. “You got attached to my beaver rather quickly.”
“Mmm.” I sweep her hair over her shoulders and push the robe down with it. “And the rest of you.”
I slip an around her waist and pull her closer so I can kiss her. “What I’m trying to say, Violet, amidst all these distractions, is that I will only take from you what you offer me willingly, and only if it’s going to make you feel good. And that goes for everything.”
“I love you. But all your sweet-talking still isn’t going to get the Super MC Area 51 access.”
Chapter One
DESIGNS
LILY
RANDY’S ON THE couch stroking Wiener. Not his wiener, but the wiener we’re dog-sitting for the weekend. Sunny’s been having some trouble sleeping thanks to being pregnant, so we’re taking Wiener off their hands for a few days. Also, Randy loves dogs, and so do I.
Wiener sits to Randy’s left, making little whimpery noises while he alternates between patting Wiener’s butt and scratching under his chin. Meanwhile, he’s using his free hand to flip through a magazine in his lap. Randy, I mean. Not Wiener.
I flop down beside him, fully expecting it to be hockey-related, since Randy’s a professional hockey player and all. Except it’s not. It’s a tattoo magazine. I curl into his side, checking out the designs along with him. Some are pretty and colorful, others are dark and macabre. Randy’s mostly a landscape and nature guy, based on his sleeve, but there’s a lot of empty canvas, so maybe he’s looking to diversify.
“Is this for entertainment or research purposes?” I ask.
The Vagina Emporium really, really likes the idea of Randy adding to his ink. She’s already preparing to open the doors and give him an all-access pass based on the thought alone. I didn’t put on underwear before I pulled on my sleep shorts, so it isn’t going to be much of a problem.
Randy folds the page over and flips to the next one. “Me and the guys planned to get some ink together a while ago. I have a consult with my artist, ’cause I’m thinking about incorporating it into a new sleeve, and he’s got a few design ideas he wants to go over.”