Forever Pucked (31 page)

My phone beeps again. I press my face into her cleavage and sigh.

She runs her hands through my hair, and I feel her chin on top of my head. “Just message her back, Alex.” Her resignation fuels my determination.

“Fuck that.” I flick the clasp on her bra and lay her out on the couch. “She can wait.”

Violet grins. “Okay.”

Kneeling between her thighs, I pull down her leggings and panties. “Leggings are the best.”

“Totally the best,” Violet agrees.

Then I lower my head and lick her until she comes. And then I make her come one more time with my fingers and my tongue just because I can, and I want to. Couch sex isn’t as easy as bed sex, but it’s fun, and we clearly both need it. We also totally forget to get it on video.

“It’s a good thing this couch is leather,” Violet says into my neck. I’m still lying on top of her, because moving means making a mess.

“It’s also a good thing the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow. I’ll leave out the leather conditioner for her.”

“I bet she knows we have the sex on here. I wonder if she fantasizes about it.”

“She’s in her fifties.”

“All the more reason to fantasize about what it must be like to get boned by a superhot, giant-dicked hockey player.”

I snort and then groan when my phone beeps again. “Why won’t she stop?”

“She can’t help herself, Alex. It’s frustrating, but I get it. You’re her Stanley Cup. She wants everyone to be there when she gives you away.”

“That’s a weird but accurate analogy.” I push up on my elbows so I can see her face. “You know what we need to do?”

“Have sex on Saran Wrap so there’s less mess to clean up?”

“Too much preparation, takes the spontaneity out of it.”

“You know, once we have babies we’ll have to plan sex like all the other real adults in the world. It’s another reason to postpone that as long as possible—also daily vomiting and struggling to walk are real negatives for me.”

“You know all I hear when you say that is the plural in
babies
, right? The rest I can deal with.”

“
You
can deal with? I’m the one who’ll be puking and uncomfortable. Let’s see how Sunny and Buck deal with being parents before we make my vagina baggy with your offspring.”

“That’s fine. I can wait.” I’m still inside her, and this discussion starts the process of re-inflating. “But we can practice a lot until you’re ready, right?”

“It’s my favorite thing to do.” She nibbles on my chin.

“We should go somewhere. For a vacation. Get away for a few days. Go have some fun. It’s been a rough few months. I think we need a break.”

“Charlene’s been talking about a trip to Vegas for a while. She wants it to be my bachelorette weekend or something. Maybe we could combine it with your bachelor party, and we can all go!”

I was thinking more of a trip with just the two of us, but having friends there could be fun, and she seems excited by the prospect. Besides, we’ll have a honeymoon, and that will definitely just be the two of us. “Have you ever been to Vegas?”

“No. The mathematician in me doesn’t like the odds of gambling.”

“It’s not all gambling, though. There’s tons of other stuff to do there.”

“You mean like watch girls get naked?”

“The only girl I want to watch get naked is you.”

“And the ones who give it up for anal on the internet.”

“Not true.”

“Totally true. But that’s okay. You’re allowed to dream. Oh my God, Alex. There are tons of sex stores there, right? I can get all kinds of fun toys, and we can try them out!”

“We sure can.”

“I need to call Charlene! She’s going to be so excited!”

“First we should have sex again, though.” I shift my hips so she can feel what’s happening.

Violet moans. “Oh, hey there. Wow. You must be really excited for the sex toys. Charlene can definitely wait.”

Vegas, Baby!

VIOLET

Just over two weeks later, we’re all standing in a hotel lobby, ready to get our party on in Vegas.

“We’ll see you guys in a couple hours.” Balls shoves his room key in his back pocket, grabs Lily’s hand and their suitcases, and starts booking it toward the elevators.

“There’s a bathroom right over there if you can’t wait!” I call after them.

Lily flashes a cheeky grin over her shoulder as she runs to keep up with his long strides. He punches the button a number of times, then dips his head to whisper something in her ear. Oh, wait—he’s not whispering; he’s kissing her neck. And I think he might be humping her leg.

“Jesus. Watching the two of them is legit like foreplay. How the hell do you and Buck stand being around them all the time?” I ask Sunny. “I feel like I’m going to spontaneously break into orgasm.” We’re waiting for the boys to sort out the room situation.

“I bet they’re the reason I’m pregnant. We don’t ever finish an entire movie with them. They disappear about halfway through, and then all the plants start shaking on the windowsills, so…” Sunny pats her baby bump. It’s still tiny, but more prominent than it was a few weeks ago. “Plus, now I’m all hormonal with the pregnancy. Sometimes I have to wake Miller up in the middle of the night so we can give me an orgasm.” Sunny looks over at Buck and smiles.

I love that it’s a
we
kind of thing with them, not just a
he
.

Sunny fans her face. “I think we might need some time to ourselves, too. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Pretty sure we’re all going to get our serious fuck on as soon as we get to the suite,” I say.

Lily and Randy opted to get their own room, instead of sharing the four-bedroom suite with us. They said it was so Lance didn’t have to stay on his own, but I have a feeling it’s so they can screw in the bathroom. And everywhere, really.

I kind of feel bad for Lance. Since he’s the only one without a girlfriend, he’s like the ninth wheel. But he seemed happy to have been invited, and I’m sure he’s not going to have a problem finding a random to hook up with. We’ve already been swarmed twice by hockey fanatics.

As suspected, once we’ve got keys, Lance decides to check out the casino instead of coming directly to the room with us. He’s smart enough to know he’ll be listening to a bunch of banging headboards.

When we get upstairs, no one even pretends they want to hang out right away.

Buck yawns and stretches. “I think I wanna take a nap before we check things out.”

Charlene
pffts
. “If
nap
is a euphemism for
have sex
, enjoy yourselves. Come on, Darren. Let’s go have a nice, long, hard nap.” She wheels her suitcase across the massive suite to one of the doors.

Darren smiles and follows her. “I’m in. I like hard naps.”

“Nap time!” I yell and sprint to another unoccupied bedroom. As soon as the door closes, Alex is on me. “Let’s get naked in the shower.”

“I love naked showers.” I pull his shirt over his head and work on unbuckling his belt while I walk backward toward the bathroom.

Two hours later I’ve had four orgasms, I’m clean, and I’ve had a twenty-minute power nap. I’m standing over my suitcase in a pair of underwear and no bra, searching for something cute to wear.

Alex is standing behind me, holding my boobs. He’s getting hard again, despite coming twice already. I have a feeling my beaver is going to get a serious workout this weekend.

“What the hell is this doing here?” Alex picks up my beaver vibrator and shakes it in his fist.

I’ve used it so much that the tightie whities the beaver is wearing have almost worn off. “I wanted to be prepared.”

“Prepared? I’m here. There’s no possible reason—short of my dick falling off—for you to have this with you.”

Wow. He’s fired up about my vibrator. I decide to play with him. “Why are you so angry about Buddy?”

“It’s a vibrator, Violet. It doesn’t deserve a name.”

“But that is his name. It’s right on the box he came in. He’s Buddy the Beaver, and he takes care of me when you’re at away games—you know, ’cause he’s my beaver buddy. You should be grateful I have him.”

“I fucking hate this thing!” Alex whisper-shouts.

God, he’s so riled up. I really don’t understand his absolute disdain for my vibrator. I think I must have packed it out of habit. I don’t really need it now that Alex has recovered from the accident and isn’t traveling.

I’m used to multiple orgasms now that I have him and his magical dick in my life. One seems cheap. So after he fell asleep in those first days after the accident, I’d sneak down the hall into one of the unused guest bedrooms and give myself a few extras with Buddy’s help.

I gently take him out of Alex’s shaking fist. With my free hand, I drag my nails down Alex’s chest, over his fabulous abs that clench under my touch, and slip my fingertips into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He’s rocking a sweet, raging hard-on. I grab hold of the amazing girth and drop to my knees. He immediately looks less angry.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m showing you why you shouldn’t hate my vibrator.” I hold the plastic beaver beside Alex’s massive cock. The vibe is pathetic in comparison. “Look at you.” I give his cock a squeeze. Then I kiss the tip. He exhales through his nose. “And look at this.” I put them side by side so Buddy touches the Super MC. Alex tenses. Buddy has to be at least three inches shorter than Alex, probably a little more than that, and less than half his girth.

I lick along the slit, and Alex makes that low, guttural sound I love to hear. His fists clench at his sides when I open my jaw enough to get the head of his cock in my mouth and apply some gentle suction. Then I pop off. “See how wide I have to open to get you inside?” I brush my lips across the head.

He slides his fingers into my hair. “Fuck, Violet. I see.”

“That doesn’t look at all like this, does it?” I turn my head and wrap my lips around Buddy’s head—he’s well sanitized. I use a special cleaning product between uses. He tastes like plastic though, not freshly washed cock. But the look on Alex’s face is priceless. He seems like he wants to be angry, but he’s definitely turned on. I take in a little more of Buddy until the plastic taste is too much to handle. He’s covered in spit when I pull him out.

Then I go ahead and demonstrate on Alex, again, how much wider I need to open and how at best, I can get slightly more than half of him in my mouth before he hits the back of my throat.

I decide now is also a good time to establish the benefits of Buddy’s presence. While I’m sucking Alex’s monster cock, I part my legs and ease Buddy inside. Then I turn it on and moan. Sometimes I try to rub my beaver button when I’m lollipopping the Super MC, but it’s hard to keep the rhythm going. Once Buddy’s in, all I have to do is adjust my heel placement and do a little rocking to achieve friction. Then I’m free to suck away.

“Violet?” Alex’s voice is rough.

“Mmm?” I mumble since his dick is taking up all the room in my mouth.

“Are you getting off with that damn vibrator?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, in case he can’t understand my response, and then moan again.

He cups my face in both hands and pulls me off his cock. I make a loud, wet, slurping sound and drool on myself.

“
I
make you come,” he says.

“Always.” It’s more moan than word. I’m so turned on and so damn close.

He shakes his head and pulls me up off my knees. “No, I mean this weekend. Every orgasm you have I’m going to be responsible for.”

He makes me let go of Buddy and pulls it out, tossing it across the room. It’s still vibrating, so it makes a buzzing sound as it bumps around on the floor, like it’s searching for a home, which was my vagina a few seconds ago.

“Alex! I was right there!”

“And you’ll be right there again.” He shoves my suitcase on the floor and lifts me by the waist, tossing me onto the bed.

Holy shit. I have no idea what he’s going to do, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a whole lot better than anything I would have achieved with Buddy.

Alex follows me onto the bed, tilts my head back, and kisses me, hard. I groan. When he breaks the kiss he skims my cheek with his nose. “Who loves you, baby?”

“You do,” I breathe.

“And who do you love?”

“You.”

“That’s right. You love me.”

“And the Super MC.”

Alex grins. “He loves you back. Who takes care of you?”

“You do.”

His lips barely touch mine. “And who do you take care of?”

I run my hands down his chest. “You. I take care of you.”

“Yes, and you do it well. So you’re gonna let me take care of you now, aren’t you?”

I said something similar to him after the accident, but it sounds way sexier now. I nod as much as I can with the way he’s holding the back of my head.

“And you can take care of me.”

Alex turns me around so my back is to his chest. Spreading my knees, he leans back and straddles me over his chest. I’m not sure what his plan is until he readjusts my position so my beaver is right over his face.

Oh my God. We’re about to sixty-nine. On the plus side, I’m going to have a dick in my mouth to muffle all my moans. Alex bites the back of my thighs and then my ass before he works his way closer to my beaver.

I take his cock in my hand and start stroking, licking around the head at the same time as his tongue circles my clit. And then he’s rubbing my beaver button with his fingers and fucking me with his tongue while I suck and moan and try not to make too much noise when I come all over his face.

My mouth is suddenly empty of cock, and I find myself on all fours.

“Do you want this, baby?” Alex rubs the head of his cock over my clit and back toward my entrance.

“Please.” Sweet Christ, I need his dick again.

He eases inside, one slow inch at a time. I bury my face in the sheets to stop the sound from carrying. I’m not so sure I’m successful. Alex palms my ass and starts thrusting, slow and torturous. And then I feel his thumb. It’s right there, pressing against the base of his cock, close to my Area 51.

“Alex,” I warn. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel kind of good.