He escorted me to the car and helped me in. We drove a short distance in silence, with me replaying Tucker taking on Stark, and the surprising way it made me feel. Protected. Cared for. Aroused.
“Listen, I know you don’t need a knight in shining armor, but I just couldn’t let his comment go unanswered,” Tucker said, his hands gripping the wheel.
“Okay.”
He glanced at me. “You’re not going to be mad at me for being a protective caveman?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He frowned. “Huh.”
“You expected me to be mad?”
He shrugged. “I thought you’d think I was overstepping my bounds. Or be offended that I thought you couldn’t defend yourself, which I know you can do. I just…I couldn’t let it pass.”
“I wasn’t offended and didn’t feel like you were usurping my personal power. I sort of like it, actually.” I really liked it in reality. All my neurons were humming with the need for him to touch me. To use some of that male domination on me. My hormones were truly out of whack.
He glanced at me. “Really?”
I nodded.
We pulled into my driveway and walked up to the house. I followed him, watching him, taking in his broad shoulders, his fine tight ass…God I was going to combust.
He opened the door, letting me in first. When the door shut behind him, I turned, and pushed him against the door, and plastered my body against his, my lips consuming his.
He groaned. His hands went to my waist, and in a quick move, he switched our positions so that I was pressed against the door. He took my wrists and pushed them up over my head.
“You wanna fuck?”
I nodded. “Yes. Here. Right here.”
His eyes flashed with wild heat.
“Watching you with Stark made me wet, Tucker.” I’d never been one for sexy talk. That was one of the many things different with him. He made me hot. He made me want to explore my own sexuality, as well as learn what made him hot with desire.
He let out an explicative. “How do you want it?”
“I want you to do whatever you want. I’m yours to dominate.”
He growled. “If I want you to suck my dick, you will?”
“Yes.” God, I hoped I got to do that.
“If I want to fuck you hard from behind, I can?”
“Yes,” I gasped, wanting that too. I wanted it all. All from him.
“What if I want to fuck your tits?”
Was that possible? “Then fuck ‘em.”
“Jesus, you’re a fucking dream come true, you know that?” His lips were all over me as he undressed me. Naked against my front door, he pushed my hands back up over my head and his gaze washed over my body. God, I hope he liked what he saw.
He bent down and laved a nipple. He sucked it gently, and then bit it; lightly at first and then a little harder. Hard enough to make me gasp, but not so hard for me to want him to stop.
I reached for his clothes, wanting him to be naked too. When his dick popped free, I grabbed it, marveling at its length and girth.
He gripped my arms, turning me again, so he was against the door. “Suck my dick, Holly.” He gently guided me down to my knees.