Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 7

Lucas McKnight was on his knees in front of me. Undressing me, touching me. And that kiss!

Maybe I got on the plane and it crashed. Could this be my heaven? Or maybe I’m in a coma? Regardless, this is the sexiest night of my life, and no orgasms or dicks have been had yet. I smile to myself and glance at Lucas’s figure rustling around in some cabinets through the frosted glass. When he steps out of the bathroom for “more supplies,” I make quick work of scrubbing certain parts of me.

His soap smells herbal, and it helps relax my nerves a bit. Not to mention this shower. It’s one of those fancy ones you only get to experience if you’re rich as hell. It’s practically massaging away all the tension in my body.

Just as I’m rinsing the conditioner from my hair, the glass door opens and Lucas steps in carrying a few things, one of them purple and oddly shaped. I don’t keep my eyes on whatever it is, because he’s buck-ass naked. I mean, I guess we’re in a shower, so what would I expect him to do, wear a Speedo?

He stops when our eyes connect, his lips curving slowly into a sexy smile. “Ready for me?”

I can’t help it. My eyes drop down his body, and I’m mesmerized by the water splashing onto his fair skin and dripping down his muscular form. When I reach his cock, I swear I stop breathing. It’s not fully hard, but it’s huge. Jesus, how does this man walk?

Lucas swaggers toward me and I can’t take my off It—I mean, him. That’s going to be inside me at some point tonight. Will it even fit?

“It’ll fit,” he says, echoing my thoughts.

I wipe water from my eyes, and if my skin wasn’t already red from the shower, it is now. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?” I huff.

He backs me up toward the bench that’s just outside of the direct spray, looking down at me with amusement and a sexy cockiness only a man like him can have. “I’ve seen that look before. And trust me when I say you’ll be fine. More than fine.”

When he leans forward to lick some of the water from my cheek, it stuns me. This man really is something else. I’ve never met anyone like him, and I don’t think I ever will again.

“Now let’s not waste any more time, Shortcake.”

He sets his supplies down on the bench, and when I get a closer look at the purple item, I know what it is. Never in my life have I had one inside me, despite my impressive sex toy collection. I may not own a butt plug, but I’ve seen plenty of them. Images of Jace and Lucas taking me at the same time fill my mind. Jace isn’t small either, at least from the outline I could see through his sweats, which means I’m going to be stuffed full. My inner walls clench around nothing, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

As if he just read my mind again, Lucas picks up the plug. “I take it you know what this is?”

“I do.”

“Have you ever done anal before?

I shake my head. “It never happened during past relationships. And Chad wanted to, but I couldn’t with him. It didn’t feel right, considering he’d never try things I wanted.”

“But you feel comfortable doing it with a man you just met?” There’s absolutely no judgement in his tone, just curiosity.

Feeling brave, which I’ll blame the alcohol and hormones for, I say, “Men. With men I just met.”

That beautiful one-dimpled smile practically fills the room. “I think we were meant to meet each other tonight, Riley.” He kisses my cheek, then sucks on my neck. “Now be a good girl and turn around. I need that pretty hole of yours nice and stretched for us.”

My pussy floods, a strangled noise leaving my lips. Lucas only smiles wider as he makes a little twirling motion with his finger, and I do as he says.

“Place your hands on the wall, then just relax. It will feel strange at first, but you’ll adjust.”

I turn my head so I can look at him over my shoulder. “I trust you.”

His icy gaze doesn’t leave mine. For a second I think he’s about to say something, but then he kisses my shoulder so tenderly it has my insides melting. He glides his hands down my back and to my ass. When his fingers start to probe the tight ring between my cheeks, a sharp gasp leaves my open mouth at the same time one of his hands comes down on my bottom. The sound of his slap on my wet skin echoes through the stall.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, my ass arching closer to him when logically I should want to draw it back.

“Oh,” he observes, rubbing the skin he just punished. “Somebody likes that.”

I try to answer, but he brings his hand down on the other cheek. I release another cry right as he slaps me twice more on each side. I swear my clit pulses from the act alone.

“You’re so beautiful, Riley.” My name on his lips has me cursing quietly. “Especially with my handprints on your ass. I can’t wait to make you our little cock slut tonight.”

“Oh god, yes,” I whine, my voice not sounding like mine. “I want that.”

He bites my earlobe. “Good. Because I think I’d die if you walked away right now. My cock is so hard from you.”

I reach back and brush my fingertips against his steel length. In a second flat, his hand is around mine, keeping me away from my prize, while he pulls my wet hair back hard in his other fist. I gasp at the new sensations running though me. I don’t know who this adventurous Riley is, but I should have let her come out to play sooner. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.

He tuts. “No touching. You won’t deter me from my task. Got it?”

I remember his words earlier, so I answer with a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”

He purrs. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

I shake my head.

“Just a good little slut then. Now I know why Santa sent you to me. Or was it Krampus?” He winks. “Now put your forehead on the wall and keep that sweet ass out.”

With no reservations, I do as he asks, enjoying how he hums his approval. The faint sound of a cap opening hits my ears before the wet tip of the plug is at my entrance.

“It may burn a bit at first,” he explains, his voice soothing, “but don’t fight the feeling. Just relax and let me ease it in.”

Lucas open-mouth kisses my neck and places one hand on my low hip so he can press the object inward. Immediately my body does what he told me not to do, but he’s right there, his breath hot against my ear as he coaches me through the new sensation.

“Good fucking girl.” He strokes the skin of my hip. “You take my plug so well. It’s almost all in.”

I let out a keening sound as the rest of it breaches my ass. It’s an odd feeling. I don’t feel super full, but it feels heavy. Like a small stretching weight that’s not wholly unpleasant.

With a final kiss on my shoulder, Lucas spins me around so his hard cock is on my stomach. His wet body slides against mine, and I swear he looks like a God with the way the steam from the shower frames his muscular form.

“Now sit on the bench, Shortcake,” he commands. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep from tasting your sweet pussy.”

My body tingles. Why did I care if my legs were hairy again? I want to go back on my request. But he’s on a mission now. One I don’t think I’ll be able to keep him from. When I sit on the bench, my eyes widen at the feeling of the plug inside me.

He snickers. “Standing up is much easier. But I want you to feel the plug stretching you while I shave your legs. I want you to imagine what it will feel like to have Jace and me taking turns inside this amazing ass.” He taps my clit. “And this greedy pussy.”

“You have such a dirty mouth.”

His eyes darken. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

With another brush of his fingers along my sex, he grabs a can of shaving cream, then kneels down on the tiled shower floor. It can’t be comfortable, but he doesn’t seem to care. He takes one of my legs and props it on his shoulder, my pussy once again level with his face. Even though my body is wet, it’s very clear how turned on I am. He only smiles to himself as he gets to work, putting a generous amount of shaving cream in his hand before lathering it across my skin.

I’m fascinated by the concentration settling on his face. He brings a razor to the top of my knee and swipes away the white clouds in perfect lines. It’s super cute, and emotion constricts my chest at how much care he’s putting into this. The moment almost makes me forget about the intrusion in my ass. Almost.

A small groan escapes my lips as the plug hits a spot inside me that sends a jolt down my spine.

Lucas puts those ice blue eyes on me. “Feeling it, Shortcake?”

“It feels…interesting.”

He releases a sound of satisfaction as he swipes more of the shaving cream away until my lower leg is done, and he moves to my upper thigh. As his masculine hands work, I fall into a sort of trance. His long fingers gripping my leg in support, the veins in his arm bulging slightly, and the water droplets clinging to his skin all have me stunned. I can’t help the image that follows of those digits inside me. One time, I watched a porn video where the guy made the girl squirt just from his fingers. It was filthy and hot. I asked Chad if he would try it, but he said he wasn’t into that. He always was a neat freak.

My mind is jolted from its shitty memory as a soft, unexpected kiss graces my thigh. Lucas’s smile reassures me as his hands glide down my now smooth leg, effortlessly moving to the next.

Each soothing touch of his hands transports me to a different plane. When he runs the razor gracefully along my leg, the tingle of the shaving cream and the stainless-steel edge of the blades leave a lingering buzz of sensation that zings all the way to my core.

Lucas locks eyes with me once more, his pupils now a shade darker. The flush of heat on his skin mirrors the way my insides feel. My gaze drifts down, and I see his cock standing at attention, the skin dark red with arousal. It only intensifies my desire for him. In a deliberate motion, he leans forward to place gentle kisses along the freshly shaved skin, igniting a trail of electricity wherever his lips touch. He smooths more cream onto my thigh, his eyes fixed on me. The hunger and adoration in them has that unfamiliar emotion clenching in my chest again.

As his fingers glide closer and closer to my damp center, I let myself settle into all the feelings he’s invoking in me, which only makes me more aware of the plug seated in my ass. In a way, I’m starting to enjoy it. Lucas squeezes my knee, then runs his strong hands over my now hairless legs.

“All done, Shortcake. Let’s rinse you off.”

Aware that I’m in some kind of blissful trance, he pulls me off the bench until our bodies are melded together and his cock rests against my belly. The skin is hot and silken, sending a tremor through my body. Wanting to feel more of him, I move a bit so there’s a few seconds of delicious friction. Lucas groans, then grabs my jaw roughly, kissing me with an open mouth.

The kiss is chaotic, as if he’s on the brink of losing control. His mouth is hot and stokes the needy fire that he’s lit inside me. My hands wrap around his back and I score my nails against the muscular grooves of his shoulders. He hisses into my mouth and kisses me even deeper, my hips thrusting against his slick body as he digs his fingers into the skin of my ass. Just when I think we may end up fucking on the shower floor, he stops the kiss and taps the plug in my ass.

“Oh, Lucas!” I cry out. He does it again, and my head falls forward on his chest.

“That’s what happens when you play with fire, Riley.”

I whimper, a sound I didn’t even know I could make. He only chuckles at my half-assed complaint, then pulls us under the lukewarm spray to hopefully finish what he’s started.