Chapter 31
31
OLIVIA
T uck’s lips feather onto mine the moment my bedroom door shuts.
I’m surprised how softly, how gently his kiss starts. The caress of his lips is slow, leisurely. Instead of hurriedly spearing his tongue into my mouth, he gently coaxes the crease of my lips, and I give him just enough access for the tips of our tongues to glance against each other.
His hand sweeps under my hair, his grip resting possessively on the side of my neck. The rough pad of his thumb rakes against the sensitive sliver of skin between my jaw and my ear. Sparks sizzle over me, radiating from his touch.
Gradually, his tongue pushes further into my mouth, slanting and swiping over mine. His lips caress with more hunger, less restrain, and soon we’re deep in the savage, all-consuming kiss I was expecting.
Our noses press together, the rough stubble of his chin and his cheeks rasping against my soft skin. Now his hand is moving, grazing up my body to cup my breast through my shirt.
It feels like fire is racing through my veins. I press into his kiss, swirling my tongue around his, like I’m stepping up to a challenge.
I snag his bottom lip between my teeth. He moans into my mouth. His hand curves around my hip to grip my ass. He pulls my center close to him, so I can feel the throbbing hardness of his cock through our clothes.
“Fuck,” he groans when I tug on his lip, still clenched sharply between my teeth.
When I let go, he presses the kiss further, sucking on my tongue. My senses are overwhelmingly full of him, of his touch, his taste, his scent.
He pulls away from the kiss and takes a step back. His gaze is hooded, his brow set low with intensity. The lusty gleam in his eyes spears right through me, filling my whole center with a hot, liquid tension.
“Strip for me,” he commands, his voice thick with gravel.
His jaw muscles arc when I pull my light sweater over my head. He does the same, pulling off his shirt and dropping it to the floor. My core clenches at the hard lines and sharp ridges of his physique. My eyes crawl down his torso, to the sharp V shape of his hip muscles that points below the waist of his jeans.
He grips the outline of his hardness through his pants. “Take it all off, baby,” he growls. “Slow.”
His eyes singe every inch of me as I peel my clothes off. A curse rasps from his mouth when I unclench my bra and let it fall to the floor. My nipples are tight nubs. The intensity of his gaze makes them prickle.
When I grab the hem of my panties, he steps forward and stops me.
“No,” he says. “Those, I want to take off.”
He backs me up to my bed, kicking his jeans off his legs as I lie down. He slowly pulls my panties down my legs, the backs of his knuckles burning against my skin while his fingers are hooked underneath the waist.
My legs quiver as he presses soft, languid kisses up the length of my thigh.
“I couldn’t take my time with you last time,” he rasps. “Couldn’t appreciate every fucking inch of you the way it deserved to be. I’m going to make up for that now.”
“Worried you were never going to be able to?” I tease, even as my breath hitches in my chest from the scorching heat of his lips against my bare skin.
Those lips rumble against my hip as they continue to climb higher up my body. “No way. I knew I’d have you like this one day. I fucking knew it.”
His kisses trail up the outline of my ribcage, every touch of his lips making my body writhe.
I’m wound so tightly. Between my legs is a hot, slick mess, my clit taut and throbbing with desire. Tuck’s hands seem to know exactly where to touch me to wind me even higher.
His tongue gently circles my nipple, and then he blows a breath over it, tightening it so much that it hurts.
Tuck teases me, giving me ghosts of glances right where I want pressure most, but not nearly enough to satisfy me, not nearly enough to dull the ache that pounds fiercely between my legs.
When his tongue finally slants over my nipple, pinpricks of pleasure skitter all over me. His tongue lavishes one nipple with attention while he tweaks the other with his fingers.
My back arches, whimpers springing from my lips.
It feels so good, but it only makes me want contact between my legs that much more. My slick opening pulses, the ache of need so tight and sharp that it’s driving me crazy.
I tilt my hips, searching for any contact—with his leg, his torso, his cock, anything I can get. But Tuck intentionally angles himself away from me, leaving me frustrated.
“Please,” I groan, unable to verbalize what I need any better than that whiny plea.
He laughs darkly. “I should give you a taste of your own medicine. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”
His hand glides down from my breast, gripping the sensitive area just under my rib cage.
“After all, you drove me crazy, absolutely fucking crazy, for so damn long,” he says. “Making me wait forever for the thing I wanted more than anything else. Isn’t it fair that I get to drive you a fraction as crazy as you drove me?”
His lips trail back down my body, finding every nook of sensitivity that makes me squirm, that makes me buck my hips forward again without finding the contact I’m dying for.
He settles between my legs, but he’s still not finished teasing me. His lips are everywhere but where I want them most. I’m a quivering mess, the muscles between my thighs tugging, coiled tight and hot.
Just when I think I can’t take any more of his teasing, he slides the tip of his tongue up my slit. Pleasure snakes through me. A moan pushes from my lips.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he husks.
Tuck’s own restraint snaps, and finally he’s giving me exactly what I want. He’s lapping and sucking at my wetness, groaning with appreciation. Waves of pleasure crash over me, heightened by the delicious relief I feel after he wound me so tight waiting for it.
I look down. The sight of his hooded gaze as he makes a meal out of me sends me even higher. I thrust my hands into the thick tuft of his hair, my hips bucking into him as I ride the ecstasy that rattles through my body.
“Tuck, Tuck …” All I can do is chant his name. His tongue swirls around my clit, and my eyes clench, color bursting behind the lids.
My fists are curled so tightly in his hair that it has to hurt, but I think he likes it. The knot of pleasure in my core is tightening, growing, and it feels like at any moment I could …
Then, the perfect flick of his tongue sends me tumbling over the edge.
Every muscle pulls taut as my climax unfurls inside me. I fall apart, utterly, the intensity of the sensation melting my brain.
I’m a panting mess as I come down. For a moment, I feel like I won’t be able to lift a finger for hours.
But when Tuck crawls over me and presses his lips to mine, and the taste of my own release singes my lips, I come alive again.
When I feel Tuck’s length between my legs, his hard shaft resting and pulsing against my wet center, lust shoots through me.
I lift my hips, savoring the outline of his cock against me. I sit up, and Tuck lets me turn and push him onto the mattress.
The first time, he was on top; but this time, I want to be. A jolt of electricity races up my spine at the thought of spearing myself on his cock.
I retrieve a condom and roll it down his shaft, then position myself over him with the tip of his length pressing against my slick opening.
“ Fuuuuck ,” he groans as I slowly lower myself onto him.
The sensation of Tuck filling me, inch by inch, is otherworldly. When he bottoms out, all my nerves are buzzing, an intense satisfaction like I’ve never felt washing over me.
I start to swivel my hips. The look on his face is intoxicating, his eyes hooded and blissed while his jaw is set tight.
I draw myself up, which only makes him push deeper into me. I place my hands on the sweaty planes of his chest while I start to bounce.
“Take it, baby,” he rasps, his hips thrusting upward to meet my motions as I impale myself on him. “Take that fucking cock.”
“So good,” I moan. “This cock feels so fucking good.”
Inside me, I feel my orgasm building again. The base of my spine grows tight as pleasure radiates through me, ratcheting up a notch every time I lift my hips and drive them back down to take his length.
I fling my head back as I swivel my hips, chasing a climax that I can tell is going to be even bigger than the one I just had. Tuck urges it on by drawing circles around my clit with his thumb.
“I want to see you come again, baby,” he says, his breath ragged. “I want to see you fall apart above me, on my cock.”
His dirty words send an erotic rush through me. At the same time, he hits the perfect spot inside me while his thumb circles my clit in just the right way, and I’m undone.
I unravel above him, my walls clenching around his thick length. My mind shatters with pleasure. Through the haze, I can hear a deep, guttural sound rip from Tuck’s throat. I feel his own body convulse with orgasm.
After, Tuck and I lie together, both totally undone, exhausted, satisfaction lying heavily over us. It feels like hours pass as I loll my head against his chest with his arm wrapped around my shoulder, his rhythmic breathing lulling me.
It feels good to finally let my guard down with Tuck. Even in the hotel room, it felt like there was a distance between us; the distance born of knowledge that what was happening wasn’t supposed to be happening, the distance of being conscious of a mistake.
The tranquil silence is broken by Tuck’s laughter.
“I can’t stop thinking about what Summer and Hudson’s reactions are going to be when they find out,” he says.
Anxiety slices through me. The thought of everyone knowing Tuck and I are together makes me feel like the control over my heart I’ve held so tightly is slipping away too quickly for comfort.
I’m ready to give me and Tuck a chance, but I don’t feel ready to let him hold my heart in the palm of his hand for all to see. Not just yet.
“Actually,” I begin, my speech tentative. “I was thinking we’d start by … taking it slow.”
“Slow?” he asks.
“Slow and … quiet. At first.”
The excitement that was just so vivid on his features washes away. “Quiet as in … secret?”
I draw my bottom lip in between my teeth, trying to find a way to put what I’m feeling into words. Trying to find a way to explain my emotions in a way that won’t make Tuck feel bad.
“It’s just …” I’m searching for a way to express my own feelings out loud at the same time I’m trying to fully understand them myself. “I’ve been afraid of getting back into a relationship for a long time. I want to move past that. But … I feel like it would be easier, more comfortable, to dip my toes back in if there weren’t so many eyes on it right away. You know?”
Tuck’s eyes are contemplative. I’m not sure if he does know what I’m talking about, but I can tell he’s trying to understand.
He nods, the motion of his head slow and thoughtful. “Alright,” he says. “If that makes you more comfortable.”
I can tell he doesn’t like it, but I can also tell that he wants to check that feeling to make this easier for me. That just reinforces to me that I haven’t made a mistake in trusting him, even if, with this relationship, I want to crawl before I walk, let alone run.
“But you can bet your ass that when we’re through keeping it quiet,” Tuck says, his grin coming back to his face, “I’m going to make up for it by screaming from the fucking mountaintops that you’re mine. When you’re ready for that.”