Chapter Seven #2
The bunkhouse sat quiet at the edge of the trees, although I could hear the muffled sounds of movement from inside when I got close. The morning shift of ponyboys would be preparing to head to the grooming barn.
There was no sign of him, so I wandered around photographing the grasses, trees and foraging wildlife while I waited and my gut swirled with anticipation. I only hoped he remembered our plan, or that it hadn’t all been a silly prank.
A latch clicked, bringing me out of my head. I lowered my camera and turned to see Puck slip out the door, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the bright morning light.
Thank God.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” I said, throwing him a relieved smile.
He grunted and yawned, then jerked his head in the direction of the trees. “Come on.”
I lifted the camera from my neck and followed him, gaze drifting over his slender form in faded skinny jeans rolled at the hem, slip-on purple Vans and a bubble-gum pink T-shirt.
He looked fucking delectable. He checked behind him to make sure I was following and looked me over, giving me a one-sided grin before facing forward again without another word.
“Where are we going?” I asked, keeping the volume of my voice low in the hushed dawn although there wasn’t anyone else around.
“Into the woods, and through the trees.”
I recognized the quote from the Disney musical, even though he hadn’t sung it. If he had, I would have had confirmation he was a magical sprite come to tempt me.
“All right?” he asked, angling sideways and extending his hand without slowing down.
“Yeah.”
I laced my fingers in his, and he pulled me along, until we were winding through the forest on a narrow, leaf-covered path that was barely there.
I had expected him to be grumpy since that’s pretty much how he had interacted with me so far. Which didn’t bother me. He could be irritated with me as long as, deep down, he wanted me with him.
Maybe he knew by now I was on his side.
Once we’d reached the thick of the forest, Puck dipped under the branches of an oak tree, grabbed my T-shirt in his fist and pulled me so hard my body slammed against his.
Our faces were inches apart. He held my gaze with an intensity that almost vibrated the slight bit of air between us as his chest moved up and down, his breaths matching my own.
“Fuck, I need you to kiss me,” he said, that torrid gaze burning into me and setting my heart aflame.
I didn’t answer, instead taking a moment to hang my camera on its strap over a nearby branch. Then I brought my hand up to cup his chin and angle his face as I took his mouth with mine.
Puck groaned and tilted his head, opening up to me. We were all testing lips and tentative tongues for a moment until he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in.
I caged his body against the tree trunk and rubbed up against him, feeling his arousal and pressing mine into him. He grunted and hissed like a wild thing, holding me tight and letting me plunder his mouth. His frantic heat enveloped me as we rode a current of mutual desire.
He tasted of fresh mint and smelled like sun-warmed bedsheets, and I inhaled him like a fine vintage, grabbing at his mouth with mine and shoving my tongue inside.
He panted and groaned like he wanted me just as much, and I could barely believe it.
His grip on my shirt tightened as he held me against him. I could have stayed there for hours.
We had to come up for air. While we caught our breath, I peppered his chin and throat with tiny kisses. I’m not sure how many times he said my name before I heard him over the pounding of my heart.
“Oliver…”
“God…what?”
“I need you.”
“I need you too. What do you want?”
He pulled my face down to his again and kissed me, slower this time, with a grin. “I brought lube.”
Oh, Jesus. He wanted—that? Here? In the woods?
I stopped kissing him and pulled back to gaze down at his hooded, sex-starved gaze.
“Jesus. I don’t have a condom.”
“I brought that too.”
I stared at him, my dick throbbing but my brain hesitating. “Wait. Really?”
“Yeah.”
I gazed around us at the trees and the rough ground. The cool breeze did little to quench the fire inside me, but I felt cautious.
“Well…we just…I mean…” I stalled. My trembling fingers strayed to the front of his jeans almost of their own volition.
“You don’t want to?” he asked, nipping at my chin and darting his tongue out to lick, while he thrust himself against my hand.
“Of course, I do. But maybe not yet. How about I suck you off instead?”
“Not yet?” he said in a small voice, as if he were worried that I didn’t want to fuck right away. But he recovered quickly. “You like making me wait?”
“Sure. Yeah.”
He chuckled softly. “You think the payoff will be worth it?”
I grinned. “I know it will.”
“Fine,” he sighed, hands going to his waistband.
“Or,” I said, “Maybe I should get a blow job. Since you dragged me all the way out here, away from my comfy bed at the main house.”
Seeing that shred of vulnerability, when I’d felt like I was on the back foot with him, made me bold. As I suggested this turning of the tables, I nuzzled his ear and rubbed my knuckles against his hardness to win him over.
He closed his eyes. “Princess.”
I pressed my mouth to his ear and breathed, “Ponyboy.”
Puck stuttered a sigh, then dropped to his knees, and before I knew it, he had my shorts open and was pulling my cock out of my briefs. I braced my arms against the tree trunk as he wrapped his fingers around me.
“You don’t waste time.” I said, then gasped as he engulfed the head of my dick in his warm mouth, gaze on mine. He sucked hard, making me whimper, then pulled off and stared at me, moistening his pretty lips with his tongue and nudging the steel ring.
“We have less than six weeks to figure this out. We don’t have any time to waste.”
He batted a nosy fly away and bent to my cock again, swirling his tongue around the head and then plunging down, making me curse.
“Fuck! Okay. So, not just a one-time thing?” Thank God!
His answer was to take me deeper and tug my shorts down so he could cup my balls in his hand and press a finger against my taint.
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, lust swirling deep inside like a tsunami. “Jesus!”
He pulled his mouth off again and narrowed his eyes. “You want to come in my mouth?”
My chin dropped slackly. “Please.”
He smirked. “So polite. Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say you want to come in my mouth.”
Puck tightened his fingers and licked his tongue flat across my glans, making my knees want to buckle. That tree trunk was the only thing keeping me upright.
“I want to come in your mouth,” I said.
Unfortunately, while inhaling sharply at the sound of those words in the innocent forest air, a mosquito or large gnat flew into my throat and was vacuumed into my windpipe.
I froze, choking, then coughed several times and spat to the side, trying to get whatever it was out of me.
Puck slid his mouth off me and stared.
I waved at the air. “Bug! Bug down my throat. Fuck. Sorry.”
I continued to cough and spit into the grass, finally able to dislodge whatever it was. I gasped air into my desperate lungs while Puck observed me with a wry expression.
“Holy shit. If that’s how you react with a tiny little bug in your throat, Oliver, I guess it’s good that I’ll be showing off my blow job skills today.”
I cleared my throat and spat once more, to make sure the stupid insect was gone. But I nodded in acknowledgement of his comment.
“Yeah, laugh it up,” I said while he snorted into the back of his hand, trying to hide his smile. “I’d rather choke on your cock over a bug any day.”
He gazed up at me with amused eyes and smiled. “Glad we’re on the same page, then.” He gave me a full-on smile before bending to my dick again.
I braced my arm on the tree and threaded my fingers through his soft hair, closing my eyes and warning all unwelcome insects to fuck off while I enjoyed this welcome little interlude.
All thoughts of invading insects left me as I thrust into the delicious heat of his mouth and closed my fist in those dark locks.
The vibrations of Puck’s low groan reverberated through my cock.
I was already fucking close, despite the bug debacle, and I think he knew it. But the tables were turning. With my fist in his hair I held his head still and fucked into his mouth, meeting his gaze to make sure he was still on board.
He opened his jaw as wide as he could, gazing up at me with a calculated doe-eyed look that almost put me over the edge.
He unzipped the fly of his jeans and slipped his hand inside them, grabbing his cock and pulling on it while I used him.
He breathed rapidly through his nose and stroked himself, while my rhythm automatically ramped up and I pumped hard into his warm throat.
Puck’s eyelids fluttered closed as his face flushed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He released his hold on my dick and grabbed onto my thigh with one hand as if he needed to keep steady while I used him.
He grunted and choked, his other hand working faster where it disappeared into his jeans.
Finally, he stiffened and made the most vulnerable sound as his hand slowed, then jerked hard twice and he was coming, his face a paroxysm of pleasure and relief.
When I realized he’d just come in his pants, I cursed and stilled, the orgasm barreling through me like a herd of wild stallions trying to reach a mare.
His eyes opened and bugged as my jizz pushed out between his lips, too much for him to deal with.
He sputtered and groaned with frustration, trying to swallow and pulling off to lick me all over while I rode the aftershocks and gaped down at him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The world stilled around us. Birds chirped and cicadas hummed as we collected ourselves.
Puck leaned forward and rested his head on my thigh where his hand still clutched me.
“Holy. Fuck.”