22. Tucker
Chapter 22
Tucker
Note to self: find out if it’s physically possible to have the soul sucked from your body through your dick.
Because I was pretty sure that’s what Bex just did to me.
My bones felt like jelly; I was barely able to remain upright after that little performance of hers.
Holy hell. I didn’t even know where to begin when trying to process the events of the past twenty minutes.
Did I start with the fact that she couldn’t resist touching herself while my cock was between her plush pink lips?
Or how about the fact that she was so adamant that I fuck her face she took matters into her own hands and forced me even further down her throat than I thought imaginable?
And don’t even get me started on the fingers she’d used to toy with my ass. That wasn’t something I thought I’d be into, but when she did it, I came so hard I saw fucking stars.
The whole experience was life- changing.
My sweet, innocent Bex had grown up to become a sexual siren, and I was so here for it.
Oh, shit. Bex.
My vision cleared enough that I could focus on where she was crumpled against the running board of my truck, the passenger side door still wide open.
Tucking my dick away and pulling up my pants, I stepped forward to crouch before her. Brushing the tangled strands of hair away from her tear-streaked face, I gently cupped her cheek.
“You okay?”
Her dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she offered me a tiny nod as stuttered exhales rushed past her swollen lips.
Unconvinced, I asked, “I wasn’t too rough on you?”
“I liked it.” The panted words sounded like they’d been scraped over sandpaper.
“Can I take you inside?”
Bex shivered, almost as if the heat of the moment had kept her warm enough on this cool spring evening until just now.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
I scooped her into my arms before kicking the door to my truck closed. There was no need to lock it out here.
She clung to me as I pushed through the front door, and when her body began to tremble, I changed course on my plans for the evening. Bypassing the bed, I walked straight into the ensuite bathroom.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I extended an arm to turn the faucet, placing my hand beneath the rush of water and waiting until it reached the perfect temperature.
“What are you doing?” Bex’s voice was so hoarse I could barely hear it over the sound of the bath being drawn.
My lips pressed to her temple. “Taking care of you. Please let me do this.”
She melted in my arms, a sigh spilling from her lips. “Sounds nice.”
This girl. Feisty and defiant one moment, soft and compliant the next.
There wasn’t a side of Bex I didn’t love; each one held a special place in my heart.
She had no clue that she was about to christen this bathtub. For years, it had sat here, unused, waiting for her. Every time I took a shower, I would stare longingly at it, picturing a moment just like this, where I’d get to watch her sink beneath the bubbles, head tilted back with her eyes closed, an expression of bliss on her face as she let the heat relax her, body and soul.
Shifting her in my arms, I added some bubble bath—lavender scented because I knew that was her favorite—then I eased us to standing, tugging down the zipper at the back of her dress.
The silky material fell away, pooling on the floor at Bex’s feet. My dick kicked to life when I saw she hadn’t been lying earlier when she said she wasn’t wearing any panties. Not only that, she’d skipped the bra too.
Some guys preferred their women to be bustier, with tits big enough to fill their hands, but I’d always loved Bex’s perky apple-sized breasts. They were perfectly proportionate with the rest of her lean form. Her curves were subtle, but naked as she was, they were on full display for me alone.
“Come on.” I held my hand out so she could use it to steady herself as she lowered herself into the steaming bath. I took care to keep her casted arm out of the water, guiding it to rest on a towel placed on the edge.
The sweetest moan sounded once she was fully submerged.
I smiled down at the love of my life. “Good?”
“Almost perfect,” she breathed.
My head cocked to the side. “Almost?”
Bex cracked one eye open. “All that’s missing is you. ”
“Oh.” The word came out on a surprised huff. Hadn’t been expecting that. “You sure?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her fingertips trailed through the bubbles at the surface.
Well, how could I say no?
I made quick work of my clothes and moved to the side of the tub. Bex’s face was at eye level with my revived erection, and she eyed it with appreciation. The traitor twitched under her focused attention.
Shut it down, man. You already got off once, and the night is still young. Give her a minute to recover.
After mentally telling my dick to settle down, I issued a similar warning to the gloriously wet and naked woman sitting before me. “Don’t even think about it.”
She pushed her lower lip out in a pout and gave me the most innocent, “Please,” while batting her eyelashes.
I slid into the water behind her, settling my back against the curved porcelain and looping my arms around her waist, drawing our bodies flush. “We have all night. No need to rush.”
The little vixen wiggled her bare ass against my hard cock, pulling a groan from deep within my chest.
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips to keep her steady as I nipped her earlobe. “I still owe you a punishment from earlier, and you’re ready to earn another?”
Her slick form writhed against mine. “God, yes,” she breathed. “Punish me, Tucker.”
The control I clung to was fraying.
She wanted this. I wanted this. Why the hell was I holding back?
Then it struck me. The perfect punishment.
Oh, sweet Bex. Careful what you wish for .
She’d already proven she wasn’t a wilting flower in the bedroom. Though she might curse my name for what I was about to do, I had no doubts she could handle it.
Let the games begin.
“Is that what you really want, Bex?” I rasped in her ear, my hands sliding from her hips to cup her breasts, my thumbs dragging over the stiff peaks.
Her head lolled onto my shoulder as her back arched.
“Yes.” The word was drawn out on a hiss that transitioned into a deep groan when I tweaked both nipples.
My cock ached where it was nestled against her ass, but it was Bex’s turn now. And oh, what a turn it was going to be.
“Is this what you like, baby?” I kept pinching one nipple while my other hand dipped between her open thighs, hovering right above where I knew she was desperate for my touch.
“You know it is,” she said on a whine. Her hips lifted, seeking contact with my fingers.
I hummed in her ear while my fingertips ghosted over her mound before teasing over the crease of her inner thighs. “Is that needy little clit swollen and throbbing for me? What about that greedy pussy, Bex? Is it clenching around nothing, needing to be filled? First with my fingers and then with my cock?”
Her sharp, panting breaths filled the air.
I smiled to myself, knowing that was only the first of many sounds from this stunning woman that would make up the soundtrack of this evening. The one I wanted to play on repeat for the rest of my life because a single night would never be enough.
When she didn’t answer, I commanded, “Beg for it, Bex.”
A whimper reached my ears before she stammered, “P-please. I need you, Tuck. ”
“Only me?” I pressed.
Her swallow was audible. “Yes. Only you.”
“Right answer.”
I rewarded her by applying firm pressure to that sensitive little bud between her legs, circling it before rolling it between two fingers.
A wet hand came up to tangle in my hair as she arched into my touch, moans spilling freely from her lips as she chased her pleasure.
“Yes, Tucker. Right there. Don’t stop.” Bex swiveled her hips, getting into a rhythm that worked best for her.
Too bad for her, I was in charge tonight and didn’t feel particularly inclined to take orders.
So instead of keeping my fingers against her clit, I dragged them lower until they teased her waiting entrance, slipping through the wetness gathered there that was different from the water surrounding us.
She sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation.
Without a word of warning, I shoved inside her. There was no resistance; she was that fucking ready. When her silken walls gripped my fingers like a vise, the heat of her blistering, my cock wept, desperate to get in on the action.
Bex mewled, writhing against me as I pumped in and out, making sure the heel of my palm ground against her clit with each pass.
God, more than anything, I wished I hadn’t added bubbles to the bath. I wanted to see the way her naked body looked nestled in the cradle of mine, to watch as my hand dove between her creamy thighs, bringing her to the brink.
Curling upward, my fingers hit that sweet spot inside her, causing a gasp to ring out loud and clear. Her legs squeezed together, trying to hold me in place, but she gave up the right to an easy orgasm when she decided to be a naughty girl and forgo the relaxing experience I’d handcrafted for her .
My teeth scraped along the side of her exposed neck. Even though her skin was flushed pink from the heat of the bath, I relished the sight of goosebumps rising to the surface.
The thighs locked around my wrist began to tremble, so I asked a question I already knew the answer to, just to make the torture that much sweeter.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?”
Her back bowed. “So close.”
“I can feel your pussy fluttering around my fingers, trying to draw me deeper.”
“Please, God. I need it so bad.”
“I know you do.” Pumping a few more times, I made sure she was right on the edge— where one more drag against her clit with the pressure to her G-spot would throw her over—before pulling my hand away.
“Nooooooo,” came her long, drawn-out whine of protest.
Chest rising so rapidly the tips of her pink nipples breached the surface of the bubbles, Bex reached blindly for my hand, the intent clear to force me to finish the job I’d started.
“Tuck, please ,“ she begged.
I sat up, shifting us forward enough so that I could stand. When I did, she slumped against my knees. Keeping a firm grip on her shoulder to keep her above the water, I exited the bath.
“Time to get out.”
Partially obscured by heavy lids, those beautiful brown eyes lifted to lock on my face.
She licked her lips before a single word flew past them. “Why?”
Leaning in, I gripped the edge of the tub, a sinister smirk stretching across my face .
“You asked to be punished, sweetheart.” She opened her mouth, but my next words prevented her from talking. “Look around at where you are. Haven’t I proven that I love nothing more than to make your every dream come true?” Silently, I added, Give me enough time, and I’ll piece back together the ones I shattered too.
I was granted the pleasure of watching in real-time as the meaning of my words sank in and she realized what her punishment was set to be.
Tonight was going to be so much fucking fun.
For me, at least. Well, for Bex, too, when I finally let her come.