Chapter 23
23
OLIVIA
A feeling of emptiness claws at me when I wake up.
The bed feels cold. Like there’s warmth that should be here but isn’t.
I’m sleeping on my side, curled up, facing the window. I roll onto my back and spread out my arms. That’s when I realize it. Why the bed feels so empty, so cold.
Turning my head to the side, I see that Tuck is gone.
The stupidest thing happens. My stomach drops, a hollow and disappointed feeling panging inside me.
Must be one of those weird tricks your brain or body can play on you when you first wake up. Like sometimes you’ll wake up and swear it’s Saturday morning for a blissful second, only for the realization to come crashing down on you that it’s Wednesday.
My brain’s playing a much stranger trick on me this morning. It’s fooling me into thinking that I wanted to wake up in bed with Tuck next to me.
Much more ridiculous than mixing up what day of the week it is. Surely the realization that what I’m actually feeling is relief will hit me at any moment.
I lie still waiting for it to happen. But it doesn’t.
I wonder if he decided to check out already? Maybe he’s an early riser and didn’t feel like waiting around for me to get up.
At that thought, my stomach sinks even lower, a deeper disappointment simmering in my chest.
I haul myself to a sitting position. I stretch, yawning loudly. My head still feels groggy with sleep when I finally fling the cover off and stand up. I shake off the cobwebs—and when my mind clears, a memory rushes back to me.
Last night. Waking up sometime in the dark, early hours of the morning. Tuck pressed against me. Feeling the hard, impossibly huge outline of his length against my ass.
Pressing back into it. Rolling against it.
Heat gathers between my legs, pinpricks of arousal skittering up my back.
A dream, surely?
Somehow, the excuse that I only dreamt about Tuck’s dick doesn’t make me feel much better.
A sigh whooshes from me. I head to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
Maybe if I weren’t rubbing them, I’d notice the sliver of brightness underneath the bathroom door, advertising that the light inside is turned on.
Then I wouldn’t thoughtlessly push the door open. But that’s exactly what I do.
I come face to face with Tuck—completely naked.
He’s toweling his hair, arms lifted. His body angles towards me, and I see everything .
I freeze. My eyelids snap open.
I might be unable to move, but my eyes don’t suffer from that problem. They rake over him.
His body is unreal. Like a renaissance sculpture come to life.
My eyes fall first on his chest. Two slabs of hard, dense muscle. Wide and deep. As my eyes crawl down his torso, it tapers to his trim waist. On the trip down that torso are his abs, starkly defined and deeply cut into his physique. Below them are the carved ridges of his hip muscles, making a crisp V-shape pointing straight to …
My breath catches in my chest. I’m watching Tuck’s cock swell and grow hard in real-time. Each fraction of a second that my gaze is riveted to it, I think it can’t possibly get any thicker, any bigger … but it does.
My mouth is dry, my stomach leaping like I’ve just crested over the highest peak of a rollercoaster going at max speed.
It bobs up and down in the air, throbbing rhythmically. It’s big and thick and veiny. His mushroom head is swollen, pink and smooth.
I’ve been numb until now, standing here with my head scrambled. But suddenly, I feel something.
Arousal.
Arousal like I’ve never felt before, white-hot and urgent, roaring through my body. A sharp ache detonates between my legs, and I’m now aware of how wet I am.
My gaze crawls back up his body, past the sharp lines of his muscles. He’s still frozen, his hands holding the towel at his hair. The pose makes his shoulder muscles pop, accentuating their width.
Our eyes lock.
Adrenaline buzzes through me, making the pads of my fingers tingle.
Tuck’s eyes simmer.
Time ticks by. Neither of us moves, but the smoldering intensity in Tuck’s eyes grows while the tension inside me winds tighter.
“Get on your knees,” he finally says. His voice is low and thick.
I obey. I don’t even think about it. I take a step back and kneel. My bare knees scratch against the rough fabric of the hotel carpet.
Tuck lets the towel drop behind him.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
My heartbeat roars in my ears. My pulse is going crazy. My breath stutters as Tuck starts to walk towards me, slowly, my eyes lined up with his throbbing length.
My eyes pop when he steps close enough for me to see the opening of his swollen head glistening, a bead of precum sitting on it like a jewel.
His smell fills my nose. He’s freshly soaped, his scent crisp and clean, but there’s a raw, masculine undertone.
“You know what I don’t think is fair, Olivia?” he asks, his voice full of gravel. His eyes gleam as he looks down at me. “That I got you off, but you never returned the favor. What do you think? Does that sound fair to you?”
Desire hums through my blood. “No,” I answer.
A low, raw sound rumbles from him. “What are you going to do to make it right?”
With tingling palms, I reach out and wrap my hand around Tuck’s cock.
I grip the base of his length, lightly and tentatively at first. It’s hard, like steel, but hot at the same time. His girth is almost unbelievable. It feels like my hand sizzles where it makes contact. Tendrils of electricity snake up my arm and through my chest.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I clench my thighs, the need throbbing between my legs growing more insistent.
I look up at him. His head is thrown back, his sharp features drawn tight. His jaw is clenched hard. From this position, the jagged outlines of his muscles are even more defined.
I drag my grip up his shaft. His muscles tense. It gives me a thrill of power, of control, even though I’m the one on my knees.
Tuck shudders when my grip passes the soft, pink fringe of nerve endings right underneath the head of his cock. I place my other hand on the side of his trim, sleek hip. I can feel the tension coiling in his body.
I take a moment to admire his cock. It’s gorgeous. Long, thick, veiny, the swollen mushroom tip exquisitely shaped.
“You felt me last night, didn’t you?” There’s a tease in Tuck’s voice.
I nod, my admiring gaze still tethered to his cock. “Mhm,” I hum.
“You liked it,” he says, smug masculine pride beaming in his voice.
I smirk, rising to the challenge. “Not as much as you like this.”
With the tip of my tongue, I graze his opening, applying light but firm pressure.
A shudder ripples through his body. He moans. His sweet, salty taste spreads through my mouth.
“Fuck, Lockley,” he says. His voice is tight, but a chuckle breaks through. “Maybe you’re right about that.”
“I think when I have your cock in my hand and you’re dying for me to wrap my lips around it, I’m right about everything.”
Then, I give him what he’s dying for. I take his swollen head in my mouth, enveloping it with my lips.
Curses drop from Tuck’s mouth, his muscles pulling taut. I drag my hand from where it’s splayed on his hips and palm his balls. They’re tight with desire.
Tuck’s breath goes ragged as I start to work his cock. I swirl my tongue around him, slanting the flat of it against the ridged underside of his head.
His raspy, rugged groans are music to my ears. Satisfaction pulses through me, knowing how much pleasure I’m causing him. All the while, the throbbing between my legs grows. My clit is tight, yearning for contact.
More precum beads on his cock while he’s inside my mouth, and I moan appreciatively at the flavor. The sound of my own moans muffled from my lips being wrapped around his shaft turns me on that much more.
“Olivia, fuck,” Tuck gasps. “I’m almost there, I’m going to …”
Then I stop. I pull my lips away from his hardness just as he’s about to tell me he’s going to come.
A disappointed groan rips from his throat. His brows draw tight together as he looks down at me.
“Olivia, are you trying to kill me?”
But it’s not that.
A coy smile carves on my mouth. We’ve already gone this far. After I fell to my knees at his command, there’s no point in pretending I don’t want what I do want right now.
“I don’t want you to finish yet,” I say, my voice a teasing husk. “Not until you’ve been inside me.”