Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 8

Riley’s green eyes stare up at me from beneath the spray of the shower. Her blown-out pupils and the shortness of her breath tell me all I need to know—that she’s hanging on by a thread. The feeling is mutual. I never thought the act of shaving a woman’s legs could bring me closer to God, or in this case the goddess known as Riley’s pussy, but I’m ready to worship the fuck out of it.

I span my palms on the globes of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide to stimulate the plug inside her. The sexy noise that leaves her mouth has me doing it again before I pull away and spank each cheek in tandem. Her head falls into me as she cries out. I almost abandon my plans to eat her out in favor of fucking her, but I need to taste her before I starve.

I lift Riley’s chin and brush away some of the hair from her face. When I brought her under the shower spray, I intended to wash away the residue of the shaving cream and clean myself up quickly. But fuck that. I cup her round face in my hands and bring my mouth to hers again. She opens for me immediately, letting me tongue-fuck her mouth until she’s practically vibrating in my arms. I’m so caught up in the way she tastes that I don’t notice her hand near my cock until it’s wrapping around my shaft.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I grunt, dropping my gaze to watch her fist my length.

“You’re so big I can’t even fit my whole hand around you,” she says in wonder.

I curse again as she demonstrates her findings by trying to squeeze the life out of me. I manage to keep it together as she grips me in varying degrees of pressure, almost as if she’s taking mental notes of what I respond to best. I usually like it hard and rough, but her delicate touch is doing something to me. Maybe I’ve gotten so used to Jace’s hands that I’ve forgotten how gentle can be just as arousing. When her fingers brush over the delicate head, I almost lose it. I shoot a hand out to stop her movements.

“Did you not like that?” Her voice sounds hurt.

“The opposite.”

“Then why did you make me stop?”

“Because,” I move us so she’s now pushed up against the shower wall, “I want to taste that pretty pussy.” I lower myself to the ground, my eyes now level with my appetizer. “And I always get what I want.”

Her chuckle dies on her lips as my mouth descends, a curse leaving her as I use my fingers to spread her wide and suck on her straining clit.

I vibrate in delight when her arousal fills my mouth. She’s tangy and sweet, only enforcing that Shortcake is the perfect nickname for her. I lap at her folds and gently bite the skin there. I hear her head thump back against the wall, her hips pressing forward so I’m buried between her thighs.

“Hold on to me, baby,” I murmur. “I don’t want you to slip.”

She does as she’s told, but instead of placing her hands on my shoulders, she secures them to the back of my head to hold me in place while I eat her out and suck her clit between my lips. When the blunt edges of her white painted nails dig into my scalp, my dick throbs painfully and I almost come.

“Oh my god, Lucas!” she screams.

My cock deflates a bit at the sound of my brother’s name on her lips. I’m a fucking idiot, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I’m too far down that rabbit hole. Trying to put it out of my mind, I focus on the task at hand. I swirl my tongue around her swollen nub before making little flicking motions over it. She makes sweet noises as I continue my assault, slowly dragging one of my hands from her hip to join in on the fun.

“Do you want my fingers, Shortcake?” I ask between licks and sucks.

She gazes down at me through hooded eyes and nods.

“Use your words.” I slap her clit lightly for punctuation.

“Fuck, yes! Please, Sir. Fuck me with your fingers.”

Okay, that brings my dick back to life.

I give her a playful glare. “I love it when you say please.”

My lips seal back over her as I seek out her warm opening. She’s so incredibly wet and slippery, I want to spend hours down here exploring and seeing how many times I can make her orgasm.

When I swipe my fingers around her sensitive entrance, she makes a pleading noise that has me plunging one long finger in, and then another. When I feel how snug she is, I let out my own noise of pleasure around her clit. Her pussy is going to squeeze my cock so hard. I can’t fucking wait.

“Your pussy is perfect, Riley. So fucking hot and tight. Especially with this.” I push my fingers against the plug from inside her and stroke downwards. Riley cries out, her hands gripping me so fucking tight that if my lips were still attached to her clit, I’d probably be suffocating. Not that I’d mind. Ask any person who loves pussy, and I’m sure they’d say it’s a good way to die.

“Do you want me to stop?” I tease.

She pins me with a darkened stare. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

My ego inflates as I plunge my fingers in and out of her wetness, lapping at her sex with renewed vigor. I love her like this, totally at my mercy, skin wet and flushed. The steam from the shower makes me feel like we’re inside our own bubble, and all that matters to me right now is making her come so hard that she almost passes out.

To get more leverage, I take one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder, having her hold on to me for dear life as I move my fingers faster and quicker inside her. At the new position, the plug in her ass shifts a bit and she turns into a garbled mess of gibberish. Her mouth opens and her head falls back. I wish I could capture her expression as I eat and finger-fuck the life out of her. Maybe I’ll get some art commissioned so I can remember what it’s like to worship her pussy forever.

“Come for me, Shortcake. Come all over my hand like the good little slut you are.”

At my vulgar words, her body tenses. For a second I think I’ve gone too far, but then she shatters. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, squeezing them as she rides out her orgasm. To prolong her pleasure, I wrap my lips around the sensitive bud and suck.

“Oh shit, oh God!” she screams, her voice echoing through the shower. Her fingers dig further into my scalp as the aftershocks of her release wrack through her body. She looks beautiful in the throes of her pleasure. I can’t wait to watch her come again with Jace while I witness every single moment.

After I’m sure she won’t fall over, I give her clit a delicate kiss before standing. It takes only a split second for her to launch herself at me. Her lips attack mine with vigor, not caring that I’m covered in her arousal. I can feel my cock begging for attention at the dirty action, but it will have to calm the fuck down because I’m enjoying the way Riley’s pliant body feels against mine. Her kisses are hurried, but focused. In a way, it’s like we’ve been doing this for years.

When her pruned fingertips brush against the muscles of my back, I force myself to pull away. Her lips are puffy and her cheeks are red with heat. While I could keep kissing her all night, Jace is waiting for us. I’m impressed he hasn’t come to make sure we’re still alive—though I’m sure he heard Riley’s screams and is probably rock hard from it.

“That was,” she exhales an astonished breath, “that was…I don’t even know what that was.”

“You came hard. It was fucking hot.”

She laughs shyly, then trails her hand toward my cock. I let out a little tsk. “Not so fast.” I take her wrist and kiss the inside of it. “You’ll take care of me later, but right now we need to get out of this shower and eat dinner. Jace is getting jealous.”

She bites her lower lip, eyes glancing back. “What about the plug?”

I reach behind her and tap it. “That stays in, baby.”