The Long Game (Seattle Sentinels #1)

Chapter Fourteen

Nine Years Ago – Beach House

Tucker

Lexi Benson is practically naked, laying asleep in bed with me in only her panties. Last night she asked me to do things to her I only thought I’d get to do in my dreams. I don’t want to miss a single thing, but I am a creature of habit and my future career demands it. So, I tell my morning wood that he’ll have to wait.

I’m tempted to reach back between her legs to feel if she’s wet from dreaming of me, but duty calls. I kiss her forehead. I’m careful not to wake her. I throw on my running shorts and sneakers as I run out into the o-dark-thirty morning air.

A little sweat therapy isn’t the worst idea as thoughts are swirling around in my head. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. I need to come up with a plan to keep it. Then, I need to get Lexi to agree. Once that’s settled, I plan to spend the entire day upstairs with Lexi. This time, I’m thinking tongue. Licking Lexi would be the pleasure of my life.

After I get back and make breakfast, Lexi begs to take the bikes out. She looks so excited that I can’t turn her down.

She insists on packing us a picnic and we set out to rediscover our old summer spots.

We stop off at the tree house that someone had built way before our time. Luca had fallen through one of the floorboards when we were eleven and broke his leg.

The old rope swing we used to jump off into the lake with is still there. One year the rope tried to wrap around my leg when I tried to backflip off of it. It left a silver dollar sized abrasion on the top of my ankle. Football season sucked for the first month while my cleats rubbed against the tender flesh.

Last stop is the community park where we used to feed the ducks. Luca and I would play king of the mountain on the play set for hours while Lexi chased us around. Now, I’m the one chasing Lexi.

She pulls out a loaf of bread for the ducks and lunch for us. We laughed about old times but the entire time I can’t help but romanticize about doing this everyday with her. Being with her. Laughing with her. Spending our lives feeding ducks and fucking. Ok, maybe there was more to life than just those two things. But honestly, what more did you need?

When we get back, we spend the rest of the afternoon in the lake. I would prefer to spend the afternoon inside her. This is more important. We’re learning about each other from a new perspective.

After dinner and a couple beers, we get ready for the sunset. I keep my drinking to a minimum tonight. I don’t want anything to dull any sensations of this girl’s touch.

We lay next to each other, hand in hand, Lexi’s head resting on my chest. I start to rub slow circles on her back. Touching her warm skin is a gift I don’t plan to squander.

As my circles get bigger, they begin to graze over her ass. A small moan hums out of her and my dick takes notice. I do it again. This time letting my finger snag on her shorts a little to reveal that perfect little ass crack she has. She fidgets to my touch again, but this time, she rubs her breast against me in a way that might come off as suggestive. I look down at her to see if I’m sensing what I think I am. When she looks back up at me, I can’t help myself. With a quick and smooth transfer, I have Lexi on her back as I devour her mouth. I consume every whimper she’s giving me.

I part her legs with my knee and rub my already waiting erection between her thighs. My fingers itch to feel how damp her panties are for me. I decide I can’t wait any longer. I slide my hand down her shorts and she moans in approval.

"Let’s go inside," she whispers.

"The sunset isn’t over," I remind her.

"I know." She glides a hand down my chest.

"Have you ever missed a sunset?"

I know the answer is no, but I need her to say it.

"I’ve never had something better than a sunset to distract me. Now I do."

I don’t need another reason. This girl just made my heart fill to twice its size. I grab ahold of her and haul her up my body, wrapping her legs around my hips.

"Let’s go."

I carry her back to the house and don’t bother to put her down until I deposit her onto her bed upstairs.

Both of us are frantic to reconnect. We’re shredding off clothing to get naked as fast as we can. Lexi pulls at her shorts, and I stop to stare, waiting to see what color underwear she wore for me. Last night’s black lacy just about brought me to my knees to worship her.

Flesh colored granny panties?!

What the fuck?

She laughs as my eyes bulge at the display in front of me.

"What? Not what you were expecting?"

"If you think those hideous things are going to stop me from taking what’s rightfully mine, you have another thing coming. I know what you feel like now, baby. You could wear a cactus plant and I’d still endure the needles to get to that sweet spot."

She smiles, her cheeks slightly warming. Was she testing me? I stalk towards her, her face changes to my advances. She’s turned on and a little timid. She should be. I have big plans for her tonight.

I glide my hands on either side of her jaw and tilt her head up to meet my eyes. She grips my hands in response.

"You’re mine tonight, Lexi. I don’t give a shit what color underwear you wore because you won’t be wearing anything for the rest of the night." I lean in and kiss her, and she leans into my body. She’s giving herself up to me and I feel like a first-round pick.

I lay her on the bed as I begin to rub her clit, the way I know she likes it. Her hands find my ass as she tries to encourage me to grind into her harder. Her tiny little five-four body is no match for me and she’ll only get what I give her.

"I want you, Tucker."

Hearing her say that will never get old.

"I know baby, me too."

"No…Tucker…"

She pulls back and she makes sure I’m paying attention with her next words.

"I want you." I see the truth in her eyes and I realize what she means. She wants everything. She wants me inside of her as much as I want to be buried balls deep in her.

"Shit, you’re being serious?"

"Are you not…" She pauses.

"Interested? Yes, fuck yes! I don’t want to rush you. We don’t have to move this fast. I don’t want to screw this up. If you’re ready, I’d love nothing more than to be with you. But I can wait, too."

What I can’t do is lose you .

I want to say it, but I don’t. It’s too vulnerable and too honest.

"I’m ready." She nods.

I try to keep the smile from bursting through my face. I don’t want to seem overeager in case she wants to back out. I’d rather she backed out than have regrets.

"I should grab a few things — just in case."

She nods and I leave to grab condoms out of my room. Condoms I brought with no expectation but a shit ton of hope. Was I pushing her subconsciously? Was this right for me to let her go through with this if I thought she was feeling pressure from me? I couldn’t think of any reason I would have given her to make her think she couldn’t say no to me, right?

Shit, if I fuck this up. This could mess up the very best thing I’ve ever had. I grab the condoms anyway and head back to her room. These thoughts have never entered my mind before this.

Never had I wondered if the girl begging me to take her didn’t want to. Mostly because I was always casual with hooking up with women. I never pushed to sleep with someone. I was heavy handed with the flirting and then I let them suggest the next move. I always had more offers than I cared to collect on.

When I get back to the room, Lexi’s no longer wearing those dick-shriveling underwear, thank God. Her stunt was sadistic but then again…I kind of love this side of Lexi.

There’s no part of Lexi I don’t like.

She’s smart, talented, and beautiful.

She has an incredible work ethic and the best family on the planet.

She has her own dreams and aspirations. She isn’t looking for a potential NFL earner to hook her cart to.

And there is something about our banter and the way we tease each other. I can’t seem to stop smiling when we’re together.

Lexi Benson is everything, that’s it, nothing else left to add… she is everything.

I lift the duvet comforter and motion for her to get in. I love seeing her naked body out for me to admire but I need to feel this one out differently. She climbs in and I climb in behind her, pulling her to me. Her face buried in my chest.

"Have you had any more nightmare?" she asks in the silence.

"No. Not when I’m sleeping next to you."

"Good." She smiles into my chest.

"I wish I could keep you in my bed all the time. I’d never had a nightmare again."

"If only," she says.

"If only," I repeat.

A minute of silence passes as I rub her arm.

"Why do you want to sleep with me, Lex?"

"Isn’t that sort of obvious?" she chuckles.

"Not the usual stuff. Not the reason other people want to. Why do you? You could have anyone you want. Why me?"

"Anyone I want? That’s not…"

"Yes, it’s true. I’d bet you my NFL career on it. But I don’t want to think about you with other guys. I want to know why you want to sleep with me."

Her fingers dance against my chest and she calculates her next answer.

"I feel safe with you."

That answer surprises me, but it shouldn’t. She is safe with me. I would do anything to keep her safe.

"I feel protected and cared for when I’m lying in your arms. I trust you…or at least, when it comes to the bedroom I do. I know I’m your priority when we’re in bed together."

There’s so much there that makes me feel ten feet tall, but one thing shrinking me back down.

"You only trust me in the bedroom?"

"Sorry, forget it. That’s not what I meant to say. The point is I trust you and I’ve thought of how it would be with you. Now, I want to know if it’s as good as I imagined we’d be together."

I’m a fucking idiot, but like any lovesick moron, I let go of the issue that I should push harder on…

…should get to the bottom of…

…work this out until she can dispel that notion.

But my cock has different ideas and he says, Welp, that’s enough for me…let’s do this !

Dumb fucker, literally.

I pull her in closer and twist her until I’m on top of her.

"Trust me, baby, it will be even better than you imagined. I promise."

I take the time to make sure she’s wet for me. I’m not a small guy and I have no idea how many guys she’s been with. Getting this right with her is crucial.

I look into her eyes after I roll on the condom. The tip of my dick pushes up against her. My teeth clench at the tightness of Lexi’s pussy. I knew she’d be tight, I fucking knew it, but this? It’s too fucking good for the likes of me. I don’t deserve a sweet little pussy like Lexi’s.

I pull back and push gently again. She moans but it sounds off.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Yeah, you’re so big Tuck. Just a little at a time, ok?"

The cocky part of me swells. Nothing like finding out you are the biggest she’s ever been with. "Yeah baby, we can go slow. You’re so fucking tight."

I rock into her a couple more time, making sure my tip is coated thoroughly with her wetness to lubricate it.

This time I give her a little more of me to start to stretch her out.

"Ow," Lexi grimaces and puts her hands against my chest to stop my advances.

What the fuck? I know I’m big, but I’ve never caused actual pain before and I’m barely inside of her.

I immediately pull out. Her face has changed like something is horribly wrong and I pull up to look between us. There’s a little blood, not a ton, but a red tinge to the fluid between us.

She was on her period and didn’t tell me? Her time of the month wouldn’t have stopped me if that’s what she was worried about. I just would have suggested the shower for this activity, or at least a towel under us. But something tells me this isn’t what just happened.

I try to remain calm. I don’t want to embarrass her. That’s a good way to never get another chance with Lexi again.

"What’s going on Lex."

I look at the tiny blood spot on the white sheets between us and on the blood on the condom still covering my dick.

"Don’t be mad."

Oh fuck me, that’s not a good opening line.

"Lexi…"

"I knew you wouldn’t if I told you..." Her voice trails off and I quickly try to comfort her.

"I don’t care if you are on your period, Lexi."

"I’m not," she whispers and horror floods through me. No. I shouldn’t be her first. Fuck I want to be but I am not good enough to be her first.

Shit.

"You’ve had boyfriends before this. That Vince kid…and…"

I have nothing else. Just the Vince kid. Luca and I ran all the others off, or at least I think we did.

"We messed around but..."

"Lexi, this is something you tell someone before you have sex with them. So much for trust, safety, and protection. That’s a bit one sided don’t you think?"

I pull back even further as I need a second to think. I walk to Lexi’s bathroom and discard the bloody condom.

I’m pissed and blindsided, but also relieved and possessive. It’s all fucked up. I hate that she lied to me. But I can’t be mad that I’m the first… the only…I hope to God, the only, ever.

She’s kneeling on the bed when I walk back out, her hands by her side as she stares down at the flower pattern on the duvet.

"I’m sorry, Tucker. I am. It was selfish. I wanted to do it with someone I felt safe with. I should have told you, but I knew you’d say no. For stupid reasons. You’re the only one I’ve ever felt safe enough to do it with. I knew you’d take care of me."

"Stupid reasons? Like what?" I say defensively keeping a small amount of space between us.

"Like, that I’d be stuck on you forever since you were my first."

I only wish I’d be lucky enough for you to be stuck on me forever .

"…That I should wait to do it with someone I’m in a relationship with."

That one I probably would have said. But I want that relationship she’s talking about, so that wouldn’t have stopped me.

"Or…"

"Or?"

"That my brother would kill you if he ever found out."

If there is ever a boner killer to kill all boners, it would be to bring up her brother. Luca won’t be happy about this.

"Perfect, thanks for that Lexi."

I turn to head back to the bathroom, but Lexi jumps off the bed, barreling toward me and I turn in time to catch her against my chest.

She’s in my arms again, and as bad as I want to be mad, I just fucking can’t. I’ve wanted this girl for so long and now, I’ve had her. Not in the way I planned, but still. She’s giving herself to me because I am her protector and it’s all I want to be.

"Please don’t hate me, Tucker."

A tear glides down her cheek. I’m not prepared for her to cry. Now I feel like a dick…even if I did have reasons to be pissed at her for pulling this stunt. She wanted to give me her virginity, but she didn’t want me to feel morally implicated in the process.

I understand the plan, but the execution sucked. Did the end justify the means? I hate to say it, but since this one sort of worked out for me, I guess it did.

I wipe her tears. I’d promised her that day in the truck as Lucas drove mach three towards the ER, her bloodied head in my lap, that I would never let anything bad happen to her again. And here I am, giving her the worst experience for her first time. She’ll remember this forever as the worst fuck she’s ever had.

In all the years and all the women, I’ve been with, I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity. I am against it full heartedly. Obviously, there is a moral implication here. Taking a girls virginity with no intentions of dating her is an asshole move, and since I don’t date girls in the typical sense, it seems too slimy for my taste. Too emotionally loaded when I could have my pick of anyone else who already had that experience with someone else.

I’ve been asked more times than I can count for me to take a girl’s virginity, as if all dudes kept score and these girls thought it was some type of token they were offering, so I could get into an elite club of douchebaggery. Nope, no thanks.

I wasn’t thinking I’d get into heaven right away with all my shenanigans. I was thinking maybe I could hang in purgatory for a little while with the cool kids? V card collectors should get an express ticket to the bad place.

So, taking Lexi’s virginity is my first time, too. Even the first girl to pop my cherry was an upperclassman with a black belt in jock fucking.

Lexi deserves better. And I want to be the man to do it. I lead her to the bed, and I climb in after her.

"Do you still want to do this?" I ask.

She nods, a little unsure.

"We can stop. Maybe you should sleep on it until…"

"No, I want you and I want it tonight. It just hurt a little so I’m nervous."

"Causing you pain isn’t hot for me. So, if you want to wait, I’m fine with it."

"Please, Tucker."

"Ok. Do you want to be on top. You can decide how much you take and when?"

"No, I want you in control. I trust you."

She reaches up and kisses me. The kiss feels like the beginning. The beginning of our new bond. This is the first test of how I can take care of her the way she needs me to. I will pass. I can’t fail.

I lay into her kiss and decide to slow things way down as I lay her down beneath me. I settle between her legs carefully. I’m going to work her up until she begs for it and not a minute sooner.

Lexi

I know I’ve made the right decision to give Tucker my virginity, especially when he sets aside his frustration to make sure I am ok. He put my feelings above his but I still feel badly for putting him in that position.

Tucker’s lips press against mine as he lays me back on the bed.

I know I can trust him to take care of me and I’m pretty sure the worst is behind us at this point.

He pulls away from our kiss. "We’re not in any rush. We have all night to do this right. Just tell me what you need to make this good for you. If you need to stop, just say it." He smiles down at me. "Do you want a safe word?"

I know he’s serious but we both laugh after he says it.

"I think STOP will work just fine." I giggle and then pull his mouth back down to mine.

"Stop is perfect," he says over top of my lips.

His hands descend slowly down the side of my body. His body adjusts slightly to the side to allow his hands access to the apex between my thighs.

I moan into his mouth as his thumb begins to circle over my sensitive clit.

"Is that good?" he asks.

"Yes, God yes. Keep going," I say as I squirm under his fingers.

I can barely keep still under Tucker’s expert hands.

"I need you soaking wet, Lex."

The way his says it has my body priming his fingers with warm liquid.

"Tucker, I need more," I beg.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks, ready to fulfill any need I tell him.

"I need you."

"Not yet baby. You’re not ready for me."

"Tucker…" I begin to argue.

"Don’t worry, I’m going to help you get there." He begins to slowly lower himself, planting soft kisses down my sensitive skin as he goes.

Before I know what’s happening, Tucker’s mouth is between my thighs.

"Oh my God, Tucker." I moan as his tongue licks the sensitive nub, swirling and sucking until my legs begin to shake. The telling signs of my building climax.

"Wait…I’m going to come." I try to warn but he doesn’t slow in the least. Instead, he adds two fingers to stretch me, causing my body to get ever wetter.

"Tucker!" I scream as I come on his tongue and fingers. My fingers wrap in his hair as I hold on for dear life.

My body is thrumming as Tucker licks up the last of my arousal. I’ve never had oral that good, and I can’t imagine anyone else gives it as good as Tucker.

He climbs back up my body and presses his lips to mine.

"I think you’re wet enough." He smirks.

"I’m absolutely positive I am," I pant through the lasting effects of the orgasm.

He chuckles. "When you’re ready-"

"I’m ready," I interrupt.

He takes a minute to judge my sincerity but I’m not lying. I am ready. So ready.

"Ok." He reaches for a new condom on the nightstand. He rips the packaging and then slides the condom on.

He lines himself up with my opening but stops to look at me. "At any point that you want to stop…"

"I know."

He nods and then lightly presses against me.

I truly am the wettest I have ever been. There is no mistaking that I want Tucker more than anything.

His head slips inside as it coats itself in my arousal.

A soft moan escapes my lips. There’s a little pain, but unlike last time, there’s so much pleasure, too.

He stalls. "Are you ok?"

"Yes. I’m more than ok. Keep going, please."

He nods again as his eyes lock on mine. He’s studying my reaction carefully with each advance he makes as he pushes, a little deeper each time.

"Goddamn it, Lex." His jaw tightens and he swallow hard. "You’re fucking unreal," he says about the tight grip on my inner walls around his huge cock.

The deeper he gets, the better it feels. My body is stretching to accommodate his size and the friction has my body shaking again.

"How does that feel?" His eyes are hooded as they stare down at me.

"So good. It feels like we fit together."

"We do, baby. We were made for each other," he says as he picks up his rhythm.

My stomach flips at his admission. I’ve never wanted to fit with someone more in my life.

Was this really happening?

More need bursts through me at the idea of belonging with Tucker.

"Tucker…I’m…" I whisper as I break off into a moan.

My body is barreling towards another release and I can’t stop it.

"Come, Lexi. Come on my dick," he challenges.

My orgasms erupts from me as I hang onto Tucker as tight as I can. Tears of pure ecstasy prick at the corners of my eyes. I’ve never come so hard before.

I’m panting through the after effects as Tucker dips down to kiss me.

"Watching you come is fucking unreal, Lex," he says as his pace picks up even more.

"I want you to now," I plead.

"You want me to come in you?" he asks, our eyes locking again.

"Now, Tucker," I demand.

"Hold on," he instructs as he bucks wildly inside of me, groaning as he releases into the condom.

He collapses on top of me as he attempts to catch his breath.

"Holy shit."

It’s the last thing I remember before being pulled against Tucker’s chest as I fall asleep, dreaming of what tomorrow will bring for us.