His hands fall away from me, before I’m suddenly spun around and pushed back until I’m leaning against a cubicle wall and his body is flush against mine.
He pushes a knee between my legs until it rests against me and forget erratic, I can barely catch my breath. His finger slides over the globes of my breasts, which are held up over the corset top showing just how fast my breathing has become.
He pulls the top down hard and I can’t help but worry that he’s going to break my pretty dress as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, and fuck he can shred it if he really wants too. He has one hand on my other breast while the other is sliding beneath his waistband and I all but lose my mind when he frees himself.
“Touch me,” it comes out strangled as he goes back to my nipple, licking and nipping until my hand is in his hair and I don’t know if I want to hold him close or pull him away.
I’m looking down at him as his eyes flick to mine and there’s so much heat there and a hell of a lot of curiosity within me that I can’t stop myself from reaching down and seizing him within my hand. Only, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I should ask, but I’m embarrassed too, and that’s so ridiculous I’m on the verge of either laughing maniacally or crying hysterically.
Until, his hand rests over mine, showing me how tight he wants to be held and how fast he wants me to move up and down the length of him. He stays until I get a rhythm going and then places his hand over my own wetness and rips my thong clean off my body before sliding his fingers against me, but not once entering. His palm rubs against my clit as he continues to tease and I can feel his cock pulsing in my hand but when I slide my thumb against his tip, coating us both in his wetness all the teasing goes out of the window. He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, hard and fast and I cry out as I tighten around his digits.
I don’t stop moving my hand and when he tries to step back, I move with him. My grip tightens slightly as I move faster and harder and he covers his tip with his hand as a guttural sound falls from his lips and he comes undone.
I can’t believe I just did that, I made Tucker fucking Harkwright lose control and it was epic. I know it shouldn’t feel that way but for some reason it made me feel sexy, almost powerful and a part of me never wants that feeling to go away.
15
Dangerous Smiles and Hidden Dimples
I can’t get Tucker’s face out of my mind, he scowls when he comes but after… after his entire face relaxes for a moment and he gets the softest smile on his face. Ahh shit, I sound like a smitten fool with the way I’m thinking, but I can’t help it. I saw a side of Tucker that I’ve never seen before and it made my heart jolt for a second before I remind myself of all the shitty things he’s said to me. He didn’t do that this time though, in fact he’s taken the dress I’ve chosen out to the front to pay for it and left me to get dressed in private.
No retort or anything, he hasn’t said a single thing since he pulled away and cleaned himself up. I look at myself in the mirror once more, step out of the changing area, and head towards the counter but Tucker isn’t there. I look around and spot him outside the window on the phone; he looks angry and I can’t help but wonder who he’s talking to.
“Miss Carter,” my head snaps up to th
e Mountain and I wonder how I missed him standing by the door. I walk over to him and he opens it for me, before following me out and leading me to the car.
“It will be better for you to wait inside,” he says, as he yet again opens the door for me and I slide inside and wait for Tucker to come join us, so we can return to the Academy. I’d rather be out here, but it isn’t as though I can drag this day out, and I wouldn’t want Tucker to think I liked him. Knowing my luck, he’d find a way to use that against me, they all probably would.
The divider slides down and a bag is thrown at me, I look up and I watch as the Mountain stares daggers out of the window, but doesn’t say anything. Even as the door opens and Tucker gets in. He takes one look at me and I swear he’s about to blow a gasket.
“For fuck’s sake Darius, was it really that hard for you to pass her the bag and ask her to get changed?” He shouts and Darius’ is shooting daggers at him, that he doesn’t even register.
“You never told me to tell her to get changed, plus it isn’t my job to order these girls around. That falls on you,” he says it with so much disdain and disgust and he doesn’t even wait for a reply as the divider slides up and I haven’t got a clue what I’m supposed to do now.
“Can you please get changed so we can get something to eat,” he’s gripping the bridge of his nose and I’m floored because he not only asked me but he also said please.
I pull the clothes out of the bag and find a knee length navy button up dress, with a brown leather belt around the waist. I stand as much as I can in the limo and slide the arms of my romper down and push it down to my ankles. My eyes connect with Tucker and I don’t miss the way he’s staring at my ass or the fact that I no longer have panties on because he ripped them. So I’m just standing here, hunched over in nothing but a bra and he’s watching every moment of it.
I pick the dress up as he grips my hips and deposits me next to him, I look at him questioningly.
“It’ll be more comfortable for you to get dressed if you’re sitting,” he says and I think I’ve entered the twilight zone or something, because this shit is surreal.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I didn’t plan on asking him but it still falls out as I unbutton the dress and his eyes take in the necklace hanging around my neck.
“Would you rather I be an asshole to you, because it sure as hell comes a lot easier to me,” he slides back further in his seat and slides his hands down his thighs. Fuck, why am I even watching?
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I mutter and my eyes shoot open as I look at him and he’s staring back, right before he throws his head back and lets out a loud laugh. He almost looks as surprised as I feel.
My cheeks heat as I get the last button undone and slip my arms into the fabric before starting on the buttons once more.
“Move, you’re taking too long,” he rolls his eyes as he bats my hands away and makes deft work of doing the buttons up himself, until he gets to my chest and leaves the buttons forgotten as he takes the necklace in his hands.
“I’m taking this fucking thing off you before we leave.”
“B-b-but they said we’d be dismissed if we t-t-take it off.”
“Yeah, I know the rules and I’ll be the one taking it off you, no one else will ever know. Just add it to your list of secrets where the two of us are concerned,” he does up the last few buttons before slipping the chain off me.