23. Bex
Chapter 23
Bex
Surely, he’d already made his point. Leaving me a quivering, begging mess had to be enough to satisfy him, right?
At least, that’s what I tried to convince myself as Tucker toweled me off before laying me across the cool cotton sheets of his bed.
My pulse still pounded between my thighs, every nerve ending feeling raw and exposed after the denial of my orgasm.
Fuck, a strong breeze would be enough to make me come at this point. That’s how close I still was.
My legs pressed together, hips shifting, as I tried to create enough friction to send me careening over the edge and into the abyss that was calling my name, beckoning me with dark promises of blinding pleasure.
Lightning-quick, Tucker sprang into action, his strong hands prying my thighs apart.
“Nuh-uh,” he chided, clicking his tongue.
My head dropped back as a frustrated scream clawed its way up my throat.
His chuckle had me wanting to punch him in the nuts .
Might wanna think twice about that one. You’re gonna need his junk in working order.
As much as I hated to admit it in my aggravated state, that was a good point. So instead, I settled on a verbal strike.
“Glad one of us is amused.” The words were sharp, each one laced with venom.
Tucker’s fingers flexed, digging into my skin but not gripping hard enough to hurt. “It’s silly how easily this could have been avoided. All you had to do was behave in the bath, let me pamper you the way you deserve. But you couldn’t let me have that one simple thing. So now, you don’t get what you want. Seems like a fitting punishment, don’t you think?”
I bared my teeth. The minute he got close enough, I wouldn’t hesitate to use them to take a chunk out of him.
Sick bastard would probably enjoy it too.
I know I would.
Telling my inner hussy to pipe down, I refocused my attention on the infuriating man who decided when and how I was going to get off tonight.
Seriously, though. Who the hell died and made him God?
I might love him, but the minute he took his hands off me, I was going to fuck Tucker like I hated him.
He dipped his head to where I was being held open by him.
“Sensitive, baby?” He blew a hot breath over my slick flesh.
My hips begged to rise, but his grip kept them pinned to the mattress.
“Very,” I gritted out.
“That’s a shame,” he cooed, voice husky. “Your poor pussy is crying at the injustice of it all.” Tucker’s tongue swiped through my center, stopping just short of my throbbing clit. “So fucking wet.”
“Just do it already.” My words were clipped, my patience having flown out the window long ago .
Blue eyes blazing, he peeked over my mound. “Do what, Bex? Tell me what you need.”
I huffed. “That really how you want to play this?”
Tucker arched a dark eyebrow. “And how’s that?”
“Acting like you’re actually going to give me what I need if I tell you. Please,” I scoffed. “You know what? I’m starting to think that all I need is a vibrator and not a man. At least then, I won’t be left unsatisfied.”
“Picked up a little bit of spunk in the city, did we?” He chuckled; the vibration of it on his lips against my pussy had me moaning. “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, baby. It fucking turns me on. You wanna fight back? By all means, be my guest.”
Oh, he liked it when I mouthed off? Fine.
“You’re an asshole,” I spat.
Tucker nipped the skin of my inner thigh, and I hissed.
“I said it turned me on. But that doesn’t mean it will get you what you want any faster.”
Okay, time to switch tactics.
Sweetening my voice, I rasped, “Tucker, baby, I love you. Please.”
“I love you too, Bex.” He placed a barely-there kiss over my clit.
A little harder, throw in some tongue action, and we’re golden. Come on!
“But that’s not going to work on me. Not tonight.”
Fuck. I thought I had him for a minute there.
His tongue probed at my entrance before spearing inside. It felt amazing, but I wanted to scream because it wasn’t nearly enough. Then came lazy strokes through my sex, venturing ever closer to my clit without ever settling there. But it was when he flattened his tongue, putting the perfect pressure where I needed while simultaneously withholding my ability to rock against it for the friction I craved to throw me over, that I lost it.
I was right there. The peak of pleasure so close but just out of reach.
Frustration boiling over, my neck arched as I let out a primal scream.
“Problem?” Tucker’s smug voice sounded from between my thighs.
“You know damn well there’s a problem. Let me fucking come, for the love of God!” I practically sobbed.
“Hmm.” He pretended to mull it over. “Not sure I’ve punished you enough.”
“You have,” I vowed, desperation leaking into my tone. I only prayed it was adequate to convince him of my contrition. “Next time you draw me a bath, I’ll take the time to enjoy it. I swear.”
I was sorely disappointed when instead of burying his face in my pussy and putting me out of my misery, he withdrew.
Sighing, I shifted my legs, sore from being held immobile for so long. My thighs moved to press together to ease the ache throbbing between them.
“No.”
A sharp crack accompanied a flash of fire radiating through the flesh of my ass.
My mouth dropped open, and my eyes snapped up to find Tucker looking dark and dangerous as he loomed over me.
I swallowed hard. “N-no?”
He crawled over my prone form, lowering his face until our noses touched and our lips were a breath apart.
“If you want to come at all tonight, you’ll learn to take what I give you and nothing more.” His tone was gruff, commanding, and it set the blood inside my veins to boiling.
I had no idea he could be like this, but damn if I didn’t love it.
Needing him more than I needed air, I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his mouth down to meet mine. The minute our lips touched, Tucker’s restraint flew out the window. His tongue and teeth were ruthless as they devoured me, but I wasn’t one to go down without a fight, battling back with everything that I had and then some.
His groans mixed with my moans, and our still-damp bodies writhed together until Tucker’s cock lined up perfectly with my seam. Each rock of his hips had the head of it rubbing my clit in one direction, then teasing my entrance in the other.
It was as if, without conscious thought, our bodies were as desperate to be joined as their owners.
I was so wet that all it would take would be a slight lift of my hips, and he’d slide right in. But I knew if I did that—took control—he’d punish me for it. And I wasn’t sure I could survive more of Tucker’s personal brand of torture.
“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he murmured, his teeth tugging on my lower lip.
“Make me yours, Tucker,” I begged.
“You never stopped being mine. Never, Bex. And you’ll be mine forever, do you hear me?”
My heart threatened to burst because it was true. Even after ten years spent apart and other people between us, Tucker still owned a piece of my soul. Just like I had a feeling I owned a piece of his.
Tonight, they would merge to become one, effectively setting the world to rights.
Tucker dragged wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Against my skin, he said, “Once we do this, there’s no turning back. Every piece of you will belong to me.”
“Please.” My voice came out hoarse, my throat raw from a combination of my screams and taking Tucker’s cock so deep inside it.
“Stay right here. Don’t move a muscle,” he warned.
He pulled away, and without his hot body covering mine, I couldn’t control the involuntary shiver that rolled through me.
My hearing was muted, but I made out distant rustling in a drawer before the unmistakable ripping of foil.
Relief surged, the finish line becoming visible. I was beyond ready, not just physically but emotionally. This moment had been a long time coming.
Hands clamped down around my ankles, and I squealed when I was suddenly flipped onto my belly.
My head raised off the mattress to protest. “I want to see you.”
Tucker’s cock nestled against my ass as he nudged my thighs apart, settling both his knees between them. Featherlight kisses trailed up my spine until his mouth came to rest beside my ear. “I think we can manage that.”
He shifted before looping his arms beneath my armpits and lifting my torso off the bed until I was kneeling, pulled tight to his bare chest behind me. My legs were splayed wide, situated on the outside of his. The position kept me spread open for him, and I shuddered when his cock aligned with my entrance.
“This isn’t any better.” I huffed, craning my neck so I could view his face when our two bodies became one for the first time.
Teeth descended into the flesh of my shoulder, and my eyes slid closed as I let out a deep groan, my hips shifting restlessly, seeking relief. The fire he’d stoked within me was raging out of control, threatening to consume me.
Rough fingers gripped my chin, turning my head to face forward. “Open your eyes, baby.”
Swallowing, I obeyed his command. A gasp tore up my throat when I caught the sight of us reflected in a dresser-mounted mirror across the room—Tucker’s big body behind mine as he maneuvered my arms upward to lock behind his neck, forcing my back to arch, which in turn pushed out my heaving breasts.
Oh God, the image alone had my core clenching around nothing. The desperation to be filled overtook my senses, and it felt like I might actually die if he kept teasing me, delaying the inevitable.
I’d waited a lifetime for Tucker to claim me. It was a dream I never thought would come to life. Yet here we were. This was really happening.
“Tucker,” I breathed. “I need you.”
“Keep these hands up. Understood?” His gravelly voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I managed a weak nod, and his fingertips trailed over the skin of my inner arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I swear I stopped breathing when that touch skated over my aching nipples before dipping lower until one hand was settled on my hip while the other dove between my open thighs.
At his first pass over my clit, my hips jolted, allowing him to sink in that first inch.
My fingers tangled in the short strands of Tucker’s hair. It was as if they already knew I was in for the ride of a lifetime and would need to hold on for dear life.
His firm grip held me immobile as his cock surged, filling me in a single stroke.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my head falling back against Tucker’s strong shoulder.
“Pictured this a million times in my head,” he rasped. “So much better than I imagined.”
He rolled his hips, grinding against that sweet spot inside me. The blinding pleasure had the edges of my vision blurring .
Was it possible to pass out from sensory overload? I had a strong feeling that I was going to find out tonight.
The slow, steady rhythm he set between my thighs had me keening against him, searching for more. The firm press of his fingers on my clit while his cock nudged my G-spot had the pressure mounting, coiling deep within me. I could feel the orgasm looming just out of reach, taunting me the same way Tucker had earlier when he’d denied my release.
“Look at us.”
I whimpered, unable to get my eyes to focus. “Can’t.”
The air rushed from my lungs when a stinging slap came down between my open legs. I was so out of it—the lust clouding not only my vision but also my mind—that it took a second slap for me to realize what had happened.
The throbbing of my clit reached a nuclear level, and I begged on a panted breath, “One more.”
One more slap to my pussy was all it would take to send me careening over that cliff I’d been teetering on the edge of for what seemed like hours now.
My nails dug into Tucker’s scalp, and he hissed.
“Please.” The word was said on a broken sob, my desperation finally having leaked over.
“Look. At. Us,” he practically growled.
It took all my energy, but I finally managed to blink away the haze surrounding everything in the room. When my gaze shifted to where Tucker demanded, I flushed hot from head to toe.
If I couldn’t feel his hands on me—the pair of them moving upward until they held both of my breasts, his thumbs strumming the distended peaks and shooting sparks of pleasure straight to my pulsing core—I might’ve believed we were acting as voyeurs, watching another couple in an intimate act, using it to heighten our own pleasure.
The scene was so erotic it bordered on obscene.
His big hands roving over my flushed skin.
My lips parted as endless moans slipped past them, my eyes heavy-lidded and glassy.
But none of it held a candle to the sight of his cock, slick with my arousal, thrusting between my thighs.
It was as if watching it move in and out only heightened the sensation as it dragged along my inner walls, driving me higher with each pump.
“Do you see that?” Tucker rasped in my ear. “Do you see the way your greedy little cunt sucks me back in every time I try to pull out?”
My gasp split the air.
The word was so vulgar, so out of character for my sweet Tucker, but at the same time, it was so fucking hot spilling from his lips that I nearly burst into flames.
His grip on me grew punishing as he let out a loud groan. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Your pussy is strangling my dick after only a few filthy words.”
A hum was all I could manage in response.
“Can’t go slow anymore, Bex. Need to own this part of you, need to hear your screams echoing off the walls, need to feel you come.”
“Yes.” I drew out the word on a long exhale. “Fuck me hard, Tucker.”
In the mirror, I watched his restraint snap. His blue gaze darkened to almost black, the pupils blown wide with lust, a split second before his thick cock picked up the pace, pistoning into me brutally.
The scream he’d wanted clawed its way up my throat. I couldn’t hold it back with the way he hammered against that sweet spot, sparking pleasure that coiled tighter in preparation for the ultimate release .
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” Tucker grunted hot in my ear.
When his hand grazed my clit, I shattered. The orgasm that crashed over me was more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced.
Ecstasy burst through every nerve ending, lighting me up from the inside out. Tremors rippled through my muscles; each one pulled taut as I rode out the wave of bliss coursing through my veins. My throat grew raw; I could literally feel my vocal cords being abused, but I was deaf to the noises I knew I had to be making.
Tucker didn’t stop. He kept pummeling my pussy like his life depended on it.
My shaking thighs threatened to give out, unable to hold myself up a moment longer. That’s when he released my torso, letting me slump face-first to the mattress.
But he wasn’t done with me yet.
Fingers dug into my hips, pulling them up before a pillow was shoved roughly beneath them. I clawed at the sheets, desperate to escape the onslaught of a second orgasm building.
I knew I wouldn’t survive it. The first one had nearly destroyed me.
My lungs burned, my shallow breaths barely enough to keep consciousness, let alone voice that it was too much.
Not that it mattered because the way Tucker was going, he wasn’t going to stop for anything. And in some part of my brain, I wanted him to keep going. To ruin my body in a way that would erase the memory of all those who came before him, making it so it would only respond to his touch.
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” His words were strained, uttered through what I could tell were gritted teeth.
He was close, but I had a feeling I was closer .
“You wanted me to make you come, and that’s what you’re gonna get. Over and over until you pass out, and then I’ll wake you up only to start all over again.”
His words tipped me over, and it was all I could do to hold on. Bright lights danced before my eyes as the edges darkened dangerously. The overwhelming pleasure had me holding my breath, but the lack of oxygen only fueled the fire that threatened to burn me alive. A primal scream was ripped from my chest as a third orgasm barreled into me with the force of a freight train.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Tucker warned, his thrusts growing erratic.
My ass was pulled back harshly, and his hips surged forward one final time, fusing our bodies together as a guttural groan signaled his release.
We stayed locked together like that for one heartbeat, then two, before Tucker collapsed, pulling me against his sweaty chest.
“Jesus.” His breath fanned across my cheek.
“Uh-huh.” I panted my agreement.
Life-changing. There was no other way to describe it.
Neither of us would ever be the same after tonight.