His hands were all over me as his tongue dove into my mouth. “I want you so fucking bad right now.”
I felt the same way, except we were in a school janitor closet with kids up the hall.
I groaned in frustration as I pulled away. “We can’t. Not here.”
He leaned his forehead against mine. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
He couldn’t know how his words impacted me. Until him, I’d never felt desired. Yes, I thought Rick cared for me. I knew he was aroused when we’d had sex. But Tucker acted like he was going to combust from need for me. It was how I felt around him too. It was a heady and powerful feeling.
“You’ve got many women hot and bothered with this outfit and your moves.”
He grinned. “Really? Who?”
I grabbed his dick and squeezed until he winced. “Don’t act so interested.”
He removed my hand and ground his dick against my cleft. “My dick only wants to be here.”
I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. It occurred to me that he and Rick had similar coloring. Tucker’s hair was darker, his eyes a softer brown that made him seem kind and yet sexy. Rick’s brown hair and eyes were duller. Like mud.
“What are you looking for, Holly?”
I shook my head. “I’m admiring you.”
“Does that mean you like what you see?”
There was something in his voice that suggested vulnerability. He couldn’t possibly feel insecure with me, could he?
I nodded. “I like what I see.”
He kissed me. It didn’t have that wild erotic feel as the last one did, and yet it was passionate.
He pulled back. “I should get the cleaning stuff before I forget where we are and risk my job by fucking you right here.”
“Yes, you should.”
I watched him as he gathered the cleaning items. I dragged the mop in the bucket, while he carried all the other cleaning goods.
He was perfect, I decided. Someday, he’d find a woman with the same energy and vibrancy. They’d annoy everyone with their perfection, and their happiness would be enviable. Until then, he was mine and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.
23
Tucker
It had been a bad idea to steal a kiss and cop a feel from Holly in the janitor’s closet. At the time, I thought a little nibble would help diffuse the time bomb erection in my pants. As it turned out, it made it worse. Thank god my costume hid my swollen dick. Cleaning up vomit was also effective at taming the beast.
That is until I was back to the party and watching Holly in that sexy vampire dress. It wasn’t inappropriate for school, but I knew what was under the curve of black silky dress and lace of the bodice and I wanted to touch it. Lick it. I wanted to make her mine.
Every few minutes, I looked at the clock, wondering how much longer I had until I could get her home and out of that dress, and sink my dick inside her wet heat. Each time, I cursed under my breath. What had felt like eons had only been a few minutes.
Finally, the party was over. As Holly and the chaperones made sure the kids were picked up by appropriate parents, I worked with the remaining staff to clean up.
The minute the kids were gone and the cleanup was finished, I ushered her into the car to head home.
We were barely on the road when I couldn’t wait any longer. I placed my hand on her knee and slid it up over her stocking. When my hand brushed the edge of the stocking to indicate it was a garter, I damn near came in my pants.
I groaned. “Do you have panties on?”
“Yes. Thong actually. I didn’t want a panty line.”