27. Tucker
Chapter 27
Tucker
I didn’t make it two steps inside the door before the aroma of roasting meat hit my nostrils. Then the music coming from the kitchen reached my ears.
Peeking down at the takeout bag in my hand, I chuckled softly. Guess we’d had the same idea.
Stepping toward the open threshold between the living room and kitchen, I froze when Bex came into view. Hell, I had to lean against the wall to remain upright.
She wasn’t just cooking; she was dancing , dressed in skimpy cotton shorts and a tank top.
The hypnotic sway of her hips was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t look away.
From where I stood, I could make out the bottom curve of her ass below the hem of those shorts. And when she bent over to pull something out of the oven, a hint of pink became visible between those creamy thighs, and my groan couldn’t be contained .
Bex spun around. “Oh! You’re home!” She gestured to the open oven. “Hope you’re hungry. I made dinner.”
My mouth filled with saliva, but it had nothing to do with the meal she’d prepared. “Starved.”
“Good.” She flashed me with a bright smile. “Mind setting the table?”
“Mm-hmm.” I gave her enough time to pull the hot baking dish containing what looked like Cornish hens out of the oven before I made my move.
I eliminated the space between us in four long strides, spinning Bex around with a hand on her hip. Before she had a chance to voice an objection, my mouth crashed down on hers, my tongue diving inside.
My hands dropped to her ass, pulling our hips flush, and she tore her lips away on a gasp when she felt my hard length pressed to her belly.
“Dinner,” she managed to breathe out as I dragged a path of kisses down the column of her neck.
“Can wait,” I declared. “The only thing I want to eat right now is your pussy while you’re spread out naked on our kitchen table.”
The whimper that sounded in response had my cock leaking. God, I was ready to explode. Those sexy little noises she made drove me insane.
I hoisted her into my arms, carried her to the wooden surface, and set her down. Tugging the tank top over her head, I pressed a hand to her chest, forcing her to lie back. Then, slowly, I peeled the tiny scrap of fabric masquerading as clothing down her thighs, which only confirmed my suspicion that she’d been prancing around my kitchen without panties on.
My fingertip glided through her dripping slit. When I pushed it deep inside, watching the digit disappear into her tight heat, Bex’s back bowed off the table, her cry splitting the air. The sight was so erotic that it deserved to be photographed and featured as a full-page spread in a pornographic magazine .
“So fucking wet for me,” I murmured in amazement, adding a second finger.
Slow and steady, I fucked her with my hand as her hips rose to meet each thrust.
Goddamn, she was a sight to behold.
Her naked body writhing in pleasure.
Every bare inch of skin flushed pink.
The breathy moans that spilled from her pouty lips before they turned into whines when she grew frustrated that I wouldn’t pick up the pace.
“Tucker,” Bex panted.
Her plea went straight to my cock, which was hard as steel, pressing painfully against my fly.
My fingers curled inside her, rubbing that spot that drove her wild.
Neck arching, she threw her head back as she bit her lip, but it did nothing to contain the throaty groan my actions caused.
Fuck, I loved dragging those guttural sounds out of her. They were pure, unfiltered, and all my doing. She was lost to the pleasure I made her feel, no one else. Only me.
Hunger gnawed at my senses. The desperation for a taste of her sweetness grew overwhelming. I wanted to lap up every trace of it leaking onto my hand before begging for more.
Unable to hold back a moment longer, I dropped to my knees, putting myself at the perfect height to have her pussy poised before my face.
The scent of her infiltrating my senses only heightened the throbbing of my dick. It begged to be buried deep inside her.
Unbuckling my belt, I unzipped my slacks, reaching inside to grip my cock. Squeezing against the ache, I promised to make this quick so it could have its turn.
Licking my lips, I dove face-first into her drenched core. The second her flavor burst across my taste buds, I became a man possessed. There was no teasing; I fucking devoured her.
I hadn’t been kidding earlier when I told her I was starved. The intense cravings to drink straight from the source couldn’t be ignored; they pulled at me all hours of the day. Getting on my knees for her only drove my addiction to new heights, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that I was here now, my tongue stroking her slick flesh, teasing that swollen bud at her center, being the source of her bliss.
The bucking of Bex’s hips against my face grew frantic, and one hand reached down to tangle in my hair, holding me closer to her. She was right there, and if I didn’t want to come all over the kitchen floor from doing nothing more than eating her out, I needed to throw her over the edge so I could finish inside her.
My lips closed around her clit, forming a tight seal as I provided suction on that sensitive bundle of nerves. I was rewarded with a rush of arousal coating my chin as her pussy rippled around my fingers, gripping them impossibly tighter.
I showed no mercy as I sucked harder, spurred on by Bex chanting my name on repeat as I drove her higher, pushing her toward that peak before throwing her over violently.
Pussy clamping down, she convulsed against my face, her thighs squeezing my head so tight they muffled her cries of ecstasy as she came on my tongue.
She was still riding that wave when I stood, shoving my cock into her so forcefully that the scream torn from her throat was so high-pitched I feared it might shatter all the glass in the cabinets.
There wasn’t time to breathe; there wasn’t time to think before primal instinct took over. Her molten heat fried my brain, and the base desire to fill her eclipsed everything else.
My fingers dug into her hips in a punishing grip as I set a brutal pace between her thighs, gritting my teeth against the white-hot pleasure shooting through me each time our bodies slammed together.
Grunts and groans pulled from my chest mixed with Bex’s keening wails, creating a perfect symphony.
A lesser man might’ve let loose—succumbed to the pull of the orgasm threatening to overtake him—having gotten her off once already. But I wasn’t that man. I wanted to take her with me, to cement that connection between us by coming together.
Looping my arms beneath her back, I pulled her sweaty body upright until our chests were pressed together and her ass was barely on the edge of the table. Holding her there, I thrust harder, grinding us together with each erratic stroke as my control began to slip.
“Give me one more, baby.” My rough voice sounded foreign to my ears.
Bex clung to my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I pounded into her relentlessly.
My eyes dipped to where we were joined. Watching my slick cock slide in and out was almost too much. The stretch of her around me was so obscenely filthy while at the same time being so breathtakingly beautiful I could cry.
Grabbing two fistfuls of her ass, I changed the angle, causing Bex’s nails to pierce my flesh. “Yes! Right there!”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Each jarring slam had my balls drawing tighter, my release so close I could taste it.
My control was barely hanging on by a thread when Bex’s body grew taut. In the next breath, the silken glove molded around my cock squeezed so tight that dark spots danced across my vision as I came with a shout, continuing to pump into her until I was completely drained.
Her labored breathing fanned my neck, where her face was buried, and it was a damn miracle I was able to remain upright by bracing a hand on the table beside her.
Jesus, this girl was going to be the death of me, but if fucking her into oblivion was what put me in the ground, it wasn’t a half-bad way to go.
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We took a shower together before cozying up on the couch, balancing plates of the dinner that had needed to be reheated on our laps.
When I grabbed the remote, Bex asked, “What’re we watchin’?”
A smile tugged the corner of my lips as I let the screen do the talking.
Her surprised laughter settled like a warm blanket over my heart. “ Blood Oath Academy ? Where did you even find this?”
I bit back a smile, pressing play on the first episode. The vampire show she’d been obsessed with as a teen had fizzled out after four seasons, but I managed to track down an obscure streaming service that carried the entire series. It was worth it to see her face as the opening credits rolled.
Bex beamed at me. “Seriously, Tucker. This is amazing.”
Looping an arm around her waist, I pulled her close enough to dust a kiss over her temple. “Glad it made you happy, baby.”
We ate in silence for a while, watching the terrible acting that hadn’t seemed so bad when we were younger, but now I found myself wondering how it had lasted so long before being canceled.
“What kind of shows are you into these days?” I asked, curious about her entertainment tastes as an adult.
Shifting forward, she placed her empty plate on the coffee table before sighing. “Don’t have much time for TV.”
“Oh, yeah? ”
She lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. “Leisure time is the first thing to take a hit when you’re working sometimes twelve-hour days and weekends more often than not.”
This wasn’t the first mention of how time-consuming her job was.
“Do you enjoy being a lawyer?”
“I’m good at it.”
I shook my head. “That’s not what I asked.”
Bex reclined on the couch, her head dropping back so that her face was tilted toward the ceiling before she blew out a breath. “Honestly? It depends on the day. There are deals that come together so perfectly that you almost get a high from it, knowing you played a small part in making it happen. But inside the firm? It’s cutthroat. Everyone is vying to be put on the best cases with the highest-profile clients. Pretty sure a few of my colleagues would sell their souls if it meant getting ahead and making partner sooner.”
“Is that what you want? To make partner?”
Her lips twisted to the side. “That’s the track I’m on.” She paused and corrected, “Was on.” My heart soared until she explained, “I knew better than to get myself tangled up with someone at work. There was always the possibility that blurring the lines between my personal life and professional life could get messy. I have no idea what I’m walking into when I get back to Chicago. And if, by some miracle, I do still have a job, I’m not sure I’ll want to stay at the firm. Doing so will likely mean a hostile work environment.”
My fists clenched involuntarily, thinking of that asshole punishing her for the blow to his pride.
“He didn’t take it well, I’m guessing?”
The woman by my side let out a snort. “Not by a long shot. First, he tried buying me off. Then, I got the lecture about marriage not having to be about love. When it started to sink in that he was fighting a losing battle, it got ugly, and fast.”
Every muscle in my body vibrated with rage directed toward a man who had never deserved her in the first place. He should’ve been on his knees, thanking God that Bex had even deigned to give him the time of day. But instead, he chose to treat her poorly and lash out when she finally decided she’d had enough and ended their relationship.
Soft fingertips trailed over my clenched jaw. “It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”
I grunted my disagreement, so Bex crawled onto my lap.
With her face taking up my entire field of vision and her dark hair creating a curtain around us, she whispered against my lips, “Why are we talking about him when you could be taking me to bed?”
She had a very good point. That idiot’s loss was my gain, and I’d have to be a fool not to take full advantage of having Bex in my arms, in my home, and in my life.