When his lips finally crash against mine, I catch a hint of beer and something sweet. My nostrils fill with his manly scent, and I’m lost again, completely consumed by Tucker. His fingers find my hair, and he tugs hard enough to rip a soft moan from my lips. I like how he takes charge, takes what he wants from me. I’ve never been with a man like Tucker before. He kisses me like he wants to claim me. Like he wants to steal my every last breath.
As his hands roam my body, and his skilled tongue does the rest of the work, I feel worshiped. Tucker makes me feel a lot of things—intense pleasure one of them. His long, hard cock grows thicker against my inner thigh, and I know I’m going to be in trouble. Feeling this much of him through his pants causes my ovaries to do a happy dance.
I’m blind with lust, practically begging Tucker to fuck me when I reach between us to grab the waistband of his pants.
He covers my hand with his, our lips separating long enough for him to say, “Have some patience, Jem. You’ll be begging me to come by the time I’m through with you.”
He reaches behind me to unhook my bra, and the straps slide down my arms. I’m bursting for him to touch me, my core throbbing with need and my nipples painfully sore. But he does as he promised and takes his time, slowly removing my bra, his hand caressing my thigh as he kisses me. Tucker’s gaze travels over my body, centering on my breasts, and as he does so, he licks his lips.
“You’re killing me, Jem.” He whispers the words as he sits back to remove his jersey, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “So beautiful… and perfect.”
He slides off the bed to undress. His jersey hits the floor, followed by his pants, and now I’m staring like an idiot at the sight of him in black boxer briefs. I was in awe of his body when he was clothed. But seeing his tanned chest ripped with muscle and those strong shoulders I’ve wanted to grip since we first met, I’m salivating over him. My mouth goes dry, my eyes wide with shock as he pushes the briefs over his hips.
He sure can wear a pair of boxers. Holy shit, he should be modeling underwear for a living. And as his thick, long cock springs loose, my mouth opens even wider, in awe of him. I reach for him, wanting to feel his soft skin in my hands. His shaft is so smooth to the touch, the head of his cock shaped perfectly. A little bit of precum drips onto my hand, and I pick up the rhythm, using his cum to jerk him off.
Tucker groans, his eyes fixed on me. Threading my hair through his fingers, he leans forward, as if he wants me to taste him. So, I do. Because I want to feel him, every part of him. I want to be the reason the cocky smirk he typically wears disappears. The cause for the animal-like look on his handsome face.
Sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, I go slow, and from the looks of his expression, it’s painfully slow, too much for him to stand. He fists my hair, his grip tightening on my head. Right as I feel his cock pulse, he steps back, still holding onto me.
His big hands push down on my shoulders until my back is flat on the mattress again. Tucker climbs in with me, pushing my thighs together to strip away my panties. He bends forward, his hand traveling up my stomach to my breasts. His massage is so sensual, the pads of his thumbs rolling over my nipples in a circular motion. The skin is stretched so tight, the buds so hard, I almost explode when he closes his mouth over my nipple.
Tiny bumps dot my skin, spreading down my arms and legs. Tucker said I’m trying to kill him, but I think it’s the other way around. I can’t stand to be touched like this without any form of release. So, I thrust my hips, wanting to feel him, commanding him to move faster.
Staring down at me, Tucker moves to my other breast and takes my nipple between his teeth. He tugs on my skin like an animal. But it feels so damn good a ripple of pleasure shoots through my body. Each time his breath hits my skin, or his tongue or teeth graze my nipple, my body jerks from the overwhelming sensation ripping through me.
As if taking the hint that I need to come, Tucker slides further down my body, gripping my thighs in his strong hands, and then he rolls his tongue along my clit.