Chapter 24
24
TUCK
O livia’s words slam into my chest like a sledgehammer.
She wants me inside her. Fuck. I have to clench my muscles to keep from coming on the spot.
If I sink my cock into her pussy right now, that pussy I just know is going to fit me so damn right, I won’t last three thrusts. And I plan on lasting a lot more than that when I fuck Olivia for the first time.
Good thing I know just how to buy time to recover from the most incredible blowjob of my life.
“Not until I taste you first,” I growl.
Olivia gasps as I dip down and gather her in my arms. Her legs kick, her high-pitched giggles making my chest pang blissfully while I carry her to the bed. To our bed.
I lay her down on the bed. The same bed where I fell asleep with my arm draped around her waist. The same bed where she pressed her ass against my cock.
“Fuck, Olivia,” I growl, pushing her up the bed so she’ll be in perfect position for me to feast on her. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you.”
“I think I have some idea,” she says on a laugh.
“Maybe you think you do,” I say, dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed. I look up at her, heat blasting from my eyes. This view, her on her back, our gazes meeting over the swells of her breasts, has my heartbeat hammering in my cock. My balls are so tight they ache. “But you’re wrong.”
She knows I’ve wanted her. I sure as fuck didn’t make that ambiguous. But there’s no way she knows I’ve wanted her, still want her, so bad that I haven’t as much as thought about another woman for over four fucking months.
Sparks burst on my fingertips as they brush against Olivia’s smooth skin when I reach up the hem of her shirt to grip the waistband of her flimsy shorts.
My chest pulses when I sink my fingers underneath the waistband, the backs of them brushing against the humid softness of her skin. I pause for a beat, savoring the moment.
Slowly, torturously slowly, I drag her shorts down her legs. My eyes are wide, feasting on every new sliver of exposed skin. I’ve been waiting for his moment so long, I’m going to draw out every second to treasure.
Olivia has other ideas, though. “Hurry up,” she whines, her hips rolling impatiently.
I laugh darkly. “No.”
My nostrils flare when I get my first glimpse of her pussy. Fucking hell. It’s even more gorgeous than I imagined. So fucking pink. So wet .
“You’re fucking soaked for me,” I rasp. I’m still slow as I slide her shorts down the rest of her legs, my eyes tethered to her slick opening.
She bends her knees, and I pull her shorts down her feet, tossing them behind me with disdain, like I’m glad to be rid of them. I am.
I settle my head between her thighs. I draw in a deep, greedy breath of her scent.
I practically roar with appreciation. She smells so fucking sweet. The smell of her wet arousal makes my mouth water. It takes all my self-control not to dive right in and lap at her, finally indulging in the taste I’ve spent so damn long imagining, yearning for.
But I hold back. I want to tease her first. I want her to know what she’s been doing to me for these long months, denying me something I want so bad that it hurts.
She squirms as I drop hot kisses onto her soft, smooth thighs. Each kiss is accompanied by a growl of appreciation for how her skin feels against my lips. All the while her smell has me lightheaded, and the way she bucks her hips forward, clearly desperate to have my mouth and tongue on her greedy cunt, makes my chest thrum with satisfaction.
“Tuck,” she whines, thrashing around on the bed.
“Yes, Olivia?” I ask in a mocking, sing-song voice. She shudders as I run my tongue across her creamy skin.
“Stop teasing me,” she begs through tight laughter.
“Why should I?” I lower myself over her opening, close enough for her to go taut with anticipation, but I don’t give her the contact she wants.
“Damn it, Tuck,” she groans. “I’m too horny to think of any banter right now.”
I laugh. Doing this with Olivia isn’t just a million times hotter than I’ve ever experienced with anyone else, it’s more fun, too. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but this is different.
“Take your shirt off,” I command.
She obeys.
My chest hitches, finally seeing her totally bare. Her tits are a fucking dream. Round and perky, with the most perfect rosebud nipples coiled into tight, sharp nubs.
Since she was a good girl and did what I said, I decide to give her a reward.
I drag the tip of my tongue up her wet slit. She sucks in a quick gasp, her back arching. My eyes roll back as her taste fills my mouth.
I tasted her juices weeks ago, when I sucked them off my fingers. But tasting her arousal right from her pussy is a totally different experience. The flavor thickens my blood, makes me lose all restraint. I can’t tease her anymore, because now I need this as much as she does.
I lap at her with my lips and tongue, loving every drop of the juices she gives me.
Her hands spear into my hair and grab tight handfuls. The burning on my scalp feels so fucking good, knowing it’s coming from the pleasure my mouth is giving her.
Her hips start bucking faster. The sweet, soft moans she was making grow louder, more ragged. Like she’s losing control.
I really, really like the feeling of making Olivia Lockley lose control.
I swirl my tongue around her clit. She gasps. Her hips push up into the pressure. I keep lavishing the bundle of nerves with attention.
My mouth is soaked, coated with her sticky, sweet wetness, and I fucking love it. I could eat this pussy every single day and there’s zero chance I’d ever get tired of it.
I can feel how tight she’s wound. She’s so fucking close. All it would take is …
I slide my finger inside her, crooking it upward. It hits the perfect spot just as my tongue slants over her clit. I can tell from the way that her body pulls taut that it sends her over the edge.
She moans, her breaths short and desperate, her body thrashing with pleasure. Pleasure I’ve given her.
Her hips are bucking, stomach undulating, chest heaving because of me .
Pride pulses through me, and I greedily suck up all the juices she’s giving me as her orgasm barrels through her.
I pull back, giving her time to recover. An appreciative hum sings from my chest as I drag my tongue over my lips, wanting to taste every single drop I can of Olivia.
“Tuck,” she pants, “that was … fuck … wow …”
Watching the soft semi-globes of her tits rise and fall with her heaving chest pulls my attention back to my cock. It’s so hard that it hurts. It feels like an electric current is racing from the base to the tip.
I can’t wait much longer to finally do what I’ve been dreaming of for so damn long.
I crawl onto the bed, my body hovering over her. Her eyes are hooded, a sated expression on her face.
“Say it, Olivia.”
“What?” she asks.
My gaze bores into her. I smirk. “You know what.”
She rolls her eyes. “You want me to tell you that was the most incredible orgasm of my life or something, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answer, dead serious.
Her eyes lock with mine again. “It was. It was the best orgasm of my life.” There’s no trace of sarcasm. “Happy?” There is a trace of sarcasm in that question.
“Very,” I growl, before pressing my lips to her. She groans against the kiss, loving the taste of her arousal, just like she did last time.
“Shit,” she says when our lips part. “Do you have a condom?”
I grin. “Sure do.”
I hop off the bed and find the pair of pants I wore to the hotel yesterday, fishing out the condom I slid into my back pocket.
She quirks an eyebrow at me as I crawl back on the bed, amusement and a hint of reproach dancing in her green eyes. “You were optimistic, weren’t you?”
I chuckle. “Olivia, I’m always optimistic. Often irrationally so. You know that much about me, don’t you?”
“Guess I shouldn’t complain. It came in handy for once.”
I slide the condom down my shaft and position myself between her thighs, lining up at her opening. I draw in a deep breath and let it out on a ragged sigh, savoring the moment while my cock throbs in the air, the tip brushing against her slit, so wet and ready for me.
Then, I finally push into her.
“ Fuuuck ,” I groan. Pleasure rips through me, my whole body feeling on fire in the best way.
I slide into her slowly, giving her time to get used to my size.
“You okay?” I ask, softly.
“Yeah,” she whispers.
She angles her hips, urging me to push deeper. Gently, I do, until I’m buried as far as I can go. I hover over her, staying still, feeling her adjusting around me.
She’s so damn warm. So wet. She fits me so right. Somehow, I knew she would. I fucking knew it. And I wasn’t wrong.
Her legs wrap around me, ankles locking behind the small of my back and tugging me closer to her.
“Fuck me, Tuck.” her voice is a husky plea. The words make a bolt of lightning race up and down my spine.
I draw my hips back, pulling out of her. Then I thrust in, this time a bit faster, a bit harder. My jaw muscles clench as the pleasure of sinking into her rattles through me. Every nerve ending in my body is buzzing. Already, a tightness is building at the base of my spine.
“Tuck,” she moans. Her pink tongue drags across her upper lip. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
Her moans make me lose control, and soon I’m rutting into her like a man possessed. The tightness low in my spine grows, heat streaking through me with each thrust. I can’t even believe how good this feels.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Olivia repeats, her voice the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
“You love this fucking cock, don’t you?” I growl.
“Fucking love it,” she answers. “So good. So … ohhh .”
“So fucking perfect,” I grit out. I’m talking about everything. The way her cheeks flush. The hazy look in her eyes. The sounds she’s making. Her body. The way her pussy clenches around me.
Our bodies press together, fitting perfectly. Like a key sliding into the only lock that it’ll fit into. That might be a stupid analogy to use considering this sure as shit isn’t my first time, and I know it isn’t hers, either. But that’s just what it feels like. Nothing’s ever felt this right.
Her fingernails dig into the dense muscles of my back as I pound into her harder, losing all control. Our voices are a cacophony of moans and ragged breaths. The feeling is too intense, too mind-melting for me to even form words. All I can do is breathe and thrust.
“I’m … I’m going to …” Olivia moans into my ear, announcing the arrival of her orgasm. When her pussy clenches and spasms around my cock, she pulls me with her.
White-hot pleasure unfurls inside me, radiating through every limb.
My eyes clench as I fall over the edge, wave after wave of ecstasy shooting through me. My muscles are tight and coiled, and after one last thrust, I’m spilling my release into the condom, the eruption so intense that it feels like I’ll have nothing left when it’s done.
Olivia’s arms and legs tighten around me, pressing us so close together that I don’t know where my body ends and hers begins.
I’m totally spent when I collapse next to her, panting, dripping with sweat, drained of all energy. I couldn’t lift a finger right now.
The next sound either of us makes is when Olivia breathes out, “Wow.”
I don’t know how long we’ve been lying here since I pulled out of her. Time’s lost all meaning. Twenty seconds? Fifteen minutes? Three hours? Beats the hell out of me.
All I know is, I wish we could stay like this forever. Naked, together, totally spent and satisfied.
That’s not reality, though. We need to get back home. And we also need to figure out what the hell this means.
I know what I want it to mean. I want to be with Olivia. Not just a fling. Not just a series of hookups. I want her to be mine , and I want to be hers.
But there’ll be time to think about that later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment for as long as I possibly can.
I curl my arm around Olivia and pull her against my side. She leans into it, nuzzling against me, her hair feathering over my chest and sending notes of the strawberry-citrus scent I savored last night floating up to me.
For a moment, I just let myself imagine that Olivia wants the same thing I do.