Heal My Heart

F o r t y - O n e : P u p p y

A/N: I'm so sorry this is late. And short. I'm working on Scott's POV next and that will be up by Wednesday I PROMISE.
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-warning: sexual content-

Puppy

I'd never been so nervous.

Scott was looking up at me patiently, waiting for me. He was hurrying me along like he had before. I began to feel a little better. "Will you k-kiss me? On my mouth?"

Scott did so immediately, standing up. I liked him standing. He was taller than me, stronger. He ran his thumb along the bridge of my nose. "You're really something Puppy, do you know that?"

He caught my mouth in a short but passionate kiss and when he pulled back I felt heated. "What now?" He asked huskily.

I wanted him to kiss me again but I knew Scott wanted to do more than that. "Maybe..." I paused. "Can I touch your..."

Scott drew in a breath and his eyes fluttered shut. Anxious I drew my hand back, worried I'd overstepped. "Yes you may."

I watched with a batted breath and he pulled down his pants and underwear. His penis stood proud, thick and tall. I twisted my hands together a bit. I felt good just looking at it. I glanced down at my own erection and frowned a bit. "I'm so...little."

Scott lifted my chin. "You're perfect."

I smiled shyly and reached to touch it before pausing.

Good boys didn't touch things without asking.

"May I touch it Scott?"

"Very good job asking Puppy. And yes you may." He voice wavered a bit as he sat back. I knelt in front of him, staring in awe.

I'd never seen a penis so close before. I didn't like looking at my own--it made me feel guilty, like I was doing something wrong. But Scott's was so...different. My hands hovered around it as took it all in. "You can touch it if you want."

"Oh... Right."

My mouth felt awfully dry. For something I was expected to do this was oddly hard. I was nervous. It felt good but also icky. "Puppy if you're not ready--"

"I am."

I touched it. My fingertip traveled from tip to base lightly, feeling the thin, velvety skin, running over the thick vein. Scott shuddered and I felt a bit more confident. "Did that feel...good?"

Scott just groaned and nodded his head. Smiling I repeated the action with two fingers, then three. Scott took my hand gently and placed it directly on his member. It was hot and had a heartbeat!

"Is this where your heart lives?"

Scott chuckled breathlessly. "No Puppy. Why don't you rub it now?"

"Like this?" I did it as I did to myself and Scott swore lowly. "I'm sorry!"

"No it's fine. That was a good swear. It just...it feels very good."

I beamed. "Really? Gee, thanks. It's just so big though..."

"Why don't you keep rubbing it while I touch you a bit?"

Scott wa slowly taking back control and I was okay with it. I didn't feel overwhelmed. I trusted Scott. He knew what he was doing.

His hands ran over my chest down to my thighs. My legs shook a bit. His hands were rough and cool on my flushed body. My erection moved on all its own. "Kiss me," Scott requested.

I did so gladly and one hand tangled in my hair, the other sliding down my side to my hip then over my bottom. He bit my lip lightly as he ran the side of the his hand between my cheeks, creating a gentle but stimulating friction along my bundle of nerves.

I tightened impulsively and Scott kissed my jaw. I began to stroke faster as Scott did his hand thing again. This time however, his thumb applied a steady pressure. The muscle eventually yeided and his finger sunk in, my mouth opened in a gasp.

Scott caught my mouth, silencing with me a wide sweep of his tongue.

The sensation was exquisite. The slight discomfort melted seamlessly into a lustful fullness. How could dorm thing so odd feel so good? Scott broke free and rested his forehead against mine, all the while, lightly rolling his thumb inside me.

The finger kept slipping in a bit further making me gasp and moan. I tried to bit my lip to keep myself quiet but Scott just sucked on my neck and bit my earlobe murmuring, "Let me hear every sound that comes out of that pretty mouth."

I whined allowed at that and Scott pulled him thumb out. The sudden emptiness was shocking and hurtful. I wondered why he'd taken away the pleasure when Scott grabbed a little bottle off the night stand. He squirted some on his index and middle fingers. The thick, gooey substance was piled thickly one.

"If you think my thumb felt good, wait until I find your prostate."