Pucked Up

“Sure. I’m good with that.”


Sunny moves off my lap, her legs parted over the sides of the fallen tree like she’s riding a log-horse. I step out of my shorts and lay them on the log so my already-sore balls won’t scrape against bark. It’s moss-covered, but still. I’m not interested in another spider bite on top of the one I’ve already suffered; my balls might actually explode this time.

I hook my thumbs into the waist of my briefs. Sunny puts her hands up in the air and waves them around. “Oh! Wait!”

For a second I think she’s changed her mind.

“I want to take them off.” She bites the tip of one of her fingers. “If that’s okay with you.”

This woman might as well put a collar on my dick and walk it around with a leash, because she owns me. “You do whatever makes you feel good.”

I straddle the log and stand in front of her, hands at my sides. Sunny takes a deep breath, preparing for the unveiling of my cock, I guess. I’m not sure why it’s so momentous. She’s seen it before. Touched it before. Had it inside her before. All the mental images accompanying these thoughts make my dick kick behind the confining fabric.

Sunny squeals.

I wink. “I think we’re all excited here.”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods vigorously. “Can you turn around for a sec?”

I’m interested to see what she’s going to do, so I comply. Sunny’s hands start at my waist and skim the outside of my thighs. On the way back up she cups my ass and gives it a squeeze. “You have the nicest man bum in the world,” she says.

I laugh. “Thanks. I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“Mmm. It’s my thing.” She pulls down one side of my briefs. I feel her lips on my ass and then her teeth.

I look over my shoulder. She’s grinning.

“Are you biting my ass?”

She nods, does it again, and then lets my underwear snap back into place. She follows with a smack. “Okay. You can turn around again.”

She’s almost giddy, she’s so excited. I like this side of her. It’s new—well, not really. She’s always fun, but until now it’s been me in the driver’s seat where sex is concerned. Sunny carefully pulls the briefs down, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. My cock springs free, sticking straight out. She pulls them lower, until my balls appear. They’re not nearly as red or swollen as they were before.

“Oh, Miller. Are you sure—”

I don’t even let her finish. “I’m totally fine.”

She wraps her warm fingers around my cock and presses it against my stomach. With her other hand, she gently cups my balls. I don’t know how to describe the feeling. I probably, most definitely shouldn’t be entertaining any of this right now. As good as it feels, it’s also slightly uncomfortable. I’m willing to power through, though.

“Is that okay?”

I groan in response.

Sunny’s grip loosens. I clamp my hand over hers. “It’s good. You’re good. You don’t have to stop.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay.” She’s still for a few beats. “You can let go of my hand now.”

“Oh, right.” I stroke her cheek. She smiles up at me, then goes back to staring at my dick. It’s at face level. I won’t lie. I want her to put it in her mouth. It would be so warm and wet and . . .

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