Chapter Twenty-Four
Tucker
Lexi agrees to my dare. She presses her sweet lips against mine and wraps her arms around my shoulders, pushing her breasts against my chest. I can’t hold back anymore. I need her.
My hands grab her waist and squeeze as I pull her on top of my growing hard-on. She moans at the feel of me between her legs.
She grinds down without me prompting her, and I’m beyond delighted that this sexy-as-fuck woman is showing me what she wants. This is the first time I’ve gotten to hold Lexi and know that I’ve done all the groundwork to make this time last.
When we’re lying in bed together in the morning, there won’t be excuses to make any more about why we can’t be together. I’ve proven I can keep my hands to myself. I’ve bought her childhood dream house that she wants to have “our” first baby in. I’ve bought the ring and gotten the entire family on board. She has nothing left to fight me on. And better than that, she doesn’t want to.
After tonight, Lexi Benson is mine.
I grab ahold of her and roll on top of her. I can tell by the way her eyes widen that it takes her by surprise.
I take her hands in mine and lace them together, pinning them above her head. My erection rubs into that sweet spot my dick wants to call home. The spot she was working so well half a second ago. She moans at the movement, and I know she’s already wet for me. I can smell her arousal.
It’s the smell of her that has infiltrated my memories all these years. And when it does, I’ve had no other choice but to take myself in hand to curb the desperate need for her.
The image is tattooed in my mind of driving home inside of her at the lake house, remembering the sound of her whimper at my size in Los Angles, at the ways I make it good for her every time.
Each time, I’ve come hard at the memory of the way her pussy squeezed me when she came on my dick, when she came on my fingers, and when she came on my tongue.
It’s been too long since I’ve had her, and the celibacy control I’ve practiced since the day of the accident in New Orleans is wearing thin. I haven’t touched a woman since that night. I refused to unless it was Lexi.
But tonight, I don’t have to use those memories because she’s in my hands. Hot and needing me as bad as I need her.
“Lexi…” I say as I glide my erection between her legs. She’s still wearing a pair of long, thin pajama bottoms, but I can feel the damp heat of her radiating through them.
She moans again and her eyes flutter closed.
“I love the way you sound when you want me.”
“Tucker…” she whispers “I love…” My throat tightens even though she hasn’t fully said it, but she doesn’t finish her sentence.
“What do you love?”
“I…I love…”
“Yeah?” I encourage as I grind harder and slower.
“…how good you feel.” That wasn’t it. I know that fucking wasn’t it.
She’s trying to hold firm and not let me break down the walls she built to keep me out. But I’ve been watching those walls crack since we started spending time redesigning the house. They’re about ready to crumble. They just need another push.
I still have her arms pinned above her head as I lean in and whisper in her ear.
“Say it, Lexi.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
So, I push my throbbing cock against her tender pussy again. She lets out a sob like I’m torturing her. But in truth, she’s the one torturing me.
“Baby…”
I kiss her neck softly, receiving low sounds of approval from Lexi each time.
She’s denied me so many times before, I don’t think I can utter those words and walk away a whole man if she denies me again after I’ve said them. If that makes me weak, well it doesn’t surprise me when it comes to her.
“I bought that house for you. You have to have already know that. That future you picture… I want it with you.” I go in again this time sucking full force on her neck and pressing my cock hard against her warm middle with enough pressure we might both come without penetration.
She whimpers and I see a tear peek through her lashes. She opens her eyes to look at me. I release her hands as I wipe away her tear.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever seen a future with, Lexi. The only woman I’ve ever loved. I’m not leaving town this time until I get confirmation that your mine. Say it.” I demand as I watch her face change to my confession.
“I love you.” It’s a soft yet pained sound. I’m not sure how to take it so I ask again.
“Say it again baby… I need to hear you tell me again.” I reach down and slide my hand under the waist band of her panties, my other hand holding me up above her. I need to feel how wet she is before I explode. Or maybe confirming it will make me explode.
“Tucker…” she gasps, and my index finger finds the slick, wet folds between her legs.
“Tucker, what?”
“Tucker…I..” She moans again and her eyes open to look at me when she finally says the words I’ve needed to hear for thirteen years.
“I love you.”
This time, the way she says it sounds like an angel whispering from heaven.
My mouth finds hers, and I want to consume those words. I want to inhale them and absorb them into my body. My fingers keep working her until she’s panting, and I know she’s about to burst. Her teeth bite down on my lower lip as she comes against my hand, drawing blood from my lip when she does.
I love that she loses herself when she’s with me.
I pull her into me and kiss her head as her body is still shaking from the orgasm I gave her.
“Let me have you, Lexi.” She nods against my chest.
Lexi
The romantic fireplace and the bed he made for us. Cooking me dinner and being held safe while the storm of the century brews outside as all the electricity in the neighborhood, and possibly city, is knocked out for who knows how long.
All the things we both confessed today. The way I feel wrapped in his arms. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
I run my thumb over the bite I left on his lip.
“I’m sorry. Does that hurt?”
“Don’t apologize. Use me however you need, Lex. Bite down as hard as you want. I love the way you get off.”
He lifts my shirt off of my body, firmly but also gentle. He stares at the black sheer lace bra I wore today.
“Goddamn, Lex…please tell me those are for me?”
I giggle at how he makes me feel like a gift he just unwrapped. I glide my hands down his chest, feeling all the ripples of his perfectly sculpted body. This man is so hard; he doesn’t look real, but his skin is warm to my touch.
“Why don’t you find out.” I arch my back to reach my breasts towards him, egging him on – begging for him to touch me.
He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, gently pulling the tiny black straps over my shoulders and pulling the bra off my body. He does it so slowly and seductively that I’m almost brought to my knees begging him to put me in his mouth because I can’t stand to wait another second.
“Tucker, taste me.”
He laughs darkly. I’ve never been more turned on. “You’ve tried to run from me, Lexi, but now I have you. I think I might enjoy watching you squirm a little. Like you’ve made me all these years.”
He bends down and blows cool air on my left nipple. The sensation has goosebumps cascading all over my body and I fidget under him as he has me pinned.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He swipes his tongue slowly but feather light over my other nipples. He’s trying to make me lose my mind and beg for him to take me. And if this keeps going, I’ll succumb to his demands in whatever way he tells me to.
“Tucker, more,” I beg again. “Please…”
“Fuck, baby… the way you beg.” His jaw clenches and I know he’s on a hair pin trigger, too.
He pushes off me and stands up. I whine in protest, which earns me a sexy smile as Tucker walks over to his pants. He pulls out his wallet and looks through it for a second. He is thinking through something.
“Damn it!”
“What?” I ask.
“Do you have any condoms?”
“No. You don’t carry one in your wallet?”
“I stopped a while ago. Kept them out of my wallet as a reminder.”
“What?”
“Nothing, just…”
“You came out here tonight without condoms? Expecting to stay the night and seduce me and didn’t think you should bring protection?”
“I didn’t think you’d let me stay. And if the lights hadn’t gone out, I don’t think you would have.”
He comes back over. His erection creating an exceptionally large but cozy looking tent in his boxer briefs. And he bends over me on the bed.
“But I have other ways to take care of you.” His determination lights up his face as his fingers slip on either side of my pajama bottoms and pull them down to my feet. He pauses for a second admiring me, but the attention makes me a little self-conscious.
“You’re perfect, Lexi. Let me taste you.”
He kneels in front of me and although I know from experience that Tucker is incredible with his tongue, I need more connection than that right now.
I just confessed to being in love with this man. This man that I have loved for over a decade. I need his body on me. I need to feel his perfect length filling every inch of me.
He buries his hands under my ass and pulls me closer to his face. His fingers work from my inner thighs, quickly working my clit to prepare me for his mouth.
“Tucker.”
“Come on my mouth, Lexi,” he says as his mouth descends on me. His tongue starts with my clit and swirls between my folds. He works his way slowly down as his tongue finds my opening.
“God, Tucker,” I moan. It won’t take long. Especially since the last orgasm made everything sensitive and prepped to go off again.
But I need something else this time. I need that deep stretch that only his length and girth have ever given me.
“I need you,” I plead. He starts to lap me up harder as he slides two fingers inside of me to bring me to the edge.
“Inside me, Tucker. I need you inside me.” He stops for a second.
“Fuck, I want that too, but I didn’t bring supplies and it’s fucking dangerous out there.” He pauses. “Should I go knock on the neighbor’s door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar…and a condom?” He laughs.
I swat at him as he pins me to the bed.
“I’m clean.” I look him in the eyes to watch how those words land. Sure enough, it’s met with wide eyes.
“Shit, I’ve never gone without a condom,” He confesses.
“Never?”
“Never. Have you?”
“No,” I admit.
“I’m clean, Lexi. And I’d give anything to be with you right now. But I’m not going to push a line you’re not comfortable with. I just got you. I can’t lose you again.”
“You’re clean?” I ask for confirmation.
Relief settles over me. I won’t have to wait for a condom.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over eleven months. Before New Orleans.”
“The injury?” I rub my forehead with embarrassment… I did that.
“No, baby. I wanted to prove to you that I could. I love you, Lexi. I always have. And I wish I would have proven that to you sooner. It would have saved us a lot of wasted years.”
“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have been so scared.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“I’m on birth control,” I confirm to let him know how serious I am.
“I don’t care about that. I want everything with you, Lexi. Everything.”
He leans in and takes my mouth with his as he pulls at his boxers to slip them off.
He lines himself up and pushes up against me. His eyes are fixated on mine. He’s protecting me like he always does. Ready to change course if I change my mind. But I won’t. Never again will I deny Tucker.
I want everything with him, too.
He gives me more of him. Feeling every groove of his cock as he pushes inside of me is a new sensation. The friction of going without a condom is unbearably addictive.
“Goddamn it, Lex. I can fucking feel everything,” Tucker growls as he tries to keep himself together.
I wrap my fingers through his hair and draw him closer.
“I want to feel your cum in me,” I say as I already know I’m nearly at my peak.
“Jesus Christ, Lexi.” He growls louder. “You can’t say that to a man and expect him to hold out any longer.”
“Then don’t hold out.”
The warning sign of my own climax begins to show.
“Are you sure? Lexi, please baby. Tell me it’s ok.”
“I want it.” I say just as my body starts to spiral towards my climax.
Tucker releases hard inside of me. The feeling of knowing Tucker just filled me more than I’ve ever been filled before triggers my own orgasm.
That night, he and I have a first at the same time. Unprotected sex. But it doesn’t feel unprotected. Tucker promised to always protect me since the accident at the lake house and I should have never doubted him.
We don’t fall asleep until four in the morning. The electricity turned back on around midnight, but we kept all the lights off anyway and the fire burning.
I stay wrapped in his arms as we talk about what our future might look like from tonight on.
We discuss his football career. He offers to retire and stay here. I refuse to let him give up on his childhood dreams with Luca. They need a Super Bowl win together. Next year will be the year they make that dream a reality; I encourage him to continue. Indianapolis isn’t far. We will make it work for as long as Tucker wants to stay in the NFL.
As soon as I make V.P. my travel schedule will decrease significantly, too.
The discussion of next year brings about the conversation of finishing the house. Tucker asks me to move in with him when the house is finished and I accept. Until then, Desh offered Tucker his guest house to live in. Using the next six months to truly date feels good for us, even though, truth be told, I want him in my bed every night.
I have a feeling he won’t be sleeping much in the guest house.
The design of the house takes on a whole new view for me. We’re now discussing the renovation like a couple. I am picturing myself in the house with him instead of how the house would function for a bachelor.
Everything else we decide to set aside for now. We have time to figure things out. The one big future decision we make is to take my mom up on going back to the lake house like the old days. I won’t be able to take six weeks off work with all our big mergers coming to head by then, but I will make sure to carve out a full week.