Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TUCKER
B eing around Scarlett is a continuous struggle. Even more so as an adult than when I was a teenager. She’s so gorgeous and sweet and funny and sassy, and all I want to do when she’s around is shove her up against a wall and bury myself deep inside her body.
Dinner tonight was torture. When she spread her legs beneath the table, I thought I was going to come right there in my pants like a horny virgin teenager. I struggled to keep it together throughout dinner, and now I’m fighting to keep my cock deflated until we get back to my place, which is practically impossible with her sitting beside me in that dress.
I wasn’t lying when I told her that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—she truly is. But it’s not just what’s on the outside that I find attractive. All of Scarlett is sexy, even the green monster she keeps hidden deep inside.
I pull into the driveway, open her car door, and we practically run like school kids to the front door. She wraps herself around me, peppering me with kisses while I try to unlock the door. We stumble through it in a tangle of arms and legs, and as soon as I get the door shut, I spin her around and pin her against it.
The smile on her face dies. Her eyes fall to my lips. I push my fingers into her hair, cup the back of her head, and pull her face toward mine. Our lips crash together. A low moan pulls from her throat, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I push my tongue into her mouth and kiss her the way I’ve been dreaming about since our make-out session in her dad’s front yard.
She fists the front of my shirt and plasters her soft curves to my body, and there’s no holding back the groan that pulls from my chest. I’ve dreamed of this for years—having her all to myself. Now, here she is, my sweet Scarlett, trying to climb me like a tree.
With one hand on her head, keeping her where I want her, I slide the other to her lower back. I press my palm to the small dip at the top of her ass and she arches, pushing her hips to mine. When she rolls her hips against me, I cup a hand to her ass and lift her up.
Scarlett wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands are everywhere—in my hair, sliding over my shoulders and along my neck before diving back into my hair. I could’ve taken her against the door, but I’ve waited too damn long to be with this woman, and I want to do it right.
With our lips fused together, I stride down the hall and kick open my bedroom door. I lower Scarlett to her feet and take a step back. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath she takes. Her lips are swollen and red, her eyes hooded, and all I want to do is drink her in, memorize everything about this moment because everything about it is perfect. But Scarlett has other plans. She launches herself at me.
She whispers my name before her lips land on mine. Our tongues stroke each other in desperation, our hands reaching and pulling and holding on with more passion than I’ve ever felt. But if we don’t slow things down, I’m going to embarrass myself.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I skim my lips across her jaw and down the side of her neck. “Slow down, baby. We’re in no hurry.”
“I can’t slow down. I need you, Tucker.”
“You have me.”
She growls. “You know what I mean.”
I chuckle against her skin. “I never could say no to you.”
I bring my hands to her neck and slowly slide them down her shoulders, pulling her dress down until the material pools in a pile at our feet. My eyes rake over her body, devouring her as she stands before me in a strapless nude lace bra and matching panties.
“My God, you’re beautiful.”
“Tucker.”
When I look up, our eyes meet. Hers are full of hunger as she searches my face.
“Slow first, or fast? You choose, but make no mistake about it, at some point tonight, I’m taking my time and learning every inch of your body,” I declare, grazing my knuckles over her chest. My eyes follow the movement of my hand, and when I brush them along her stomach, she quivers. I trail my finger along the edge of her underwear. “What’s it going to be?”
Her nipples peak against the lacy material, and my mouth waters, but I won’t taste her until she gives me an answer.
“Fast,” she replies, arousal thick in her voice.
I flatten my hand on her stomach and smooth it upward between her breasts. I unclip the front clasp of her bra and watch it fall from her body. The rush of cool air causes her nipples to pucker even tighter under my stare. Her head drops forward. She watches me stroke her breasts softly.
“This isn’t fast.” Her breath hitches on the last word when I pinch the tight peak between my thumb and forefinger. “ Oh, God . Please, Tucker, hurry. I just want you inside of me.”
Fuck. Those words from her mouth would bring any man to his knees.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine as she positions herself in the center of my mattress, not shy in the least. Scarlett’s breasts are perfectly round—not too big, not too small, with dusky nipples that beg for my mouth. There’s a softness to her stomach that has me aching to feel her body beneath mine. Slowly, she spreads her legs, and my eyes are drawn to the damp material between them.
“You’re soaked.”
“That’s what you do to me. All I can think about is having you inside of me. It’s making me crazy.”
I unbutton my shirt and toss it on the floor, and then I reach back and pull my undershirt over my head. Her eyes drop to my zipper, her lips parting as I pull my jeans and boxers off and kick them aside.
My erection bobs heavily in front of me. She smirks and teases one of her breasts with her fingers before dipping lower. She hooks her thumbs in the sides of her panties and inches them down her thighs before wiggling out of them.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
With a knee on the mattress, I inch toward her. I slide my body down to the bed, push her thighs open, and bury my face between her legs. Scarlett bucks her hips, pressing her core against my face.
“Oh, fuck,” she hisses, dropping her head against the pillow.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I encourage, pushing a finger inside of her. “I want you to watch me when my mouth is on you.”
Her hooded eyes find mine. She pushes up on her elbows and looks down at me cradled between her legs.
“That’s it, baby.” I pump my fingers several times before pulling them out and rubbing a tight circle around her clit. She grinds against my hand, undoubtedly searching for more. With a thumb pressed to her clit, I slide two fingers deep inside her body. “Tell me how it feels, Scarlett. Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes widen. Judging by the look on her face, no man has ever pushed her like this in the bedroom.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want your mouth on me. Suck my cli—” Her words morph into a moan when I do exactly what she asks. I keep my fingers inside of her, stroking until the spot I was looking for begins to swell.
I thrust my hips against the bed, searching for any amount of friction as her body comes to life beneath my touch. In a matter of seconds, she explodes. Her thighs clench tightly around my head, her body shuddering as she cries out.
My name falls from her lips in a mangled, drawn-out sigh. When her clit stops pulsing, I ease my hand from her body, situate myself higher up on the bed, and pull her into my arms. I hold her to me, stroking a hand over her hair and down her back as her breathing slows. Eventually, she looks up at me and smiles.
“You’re really good at that.”
“It’s you. I’m good at that because it’s you.” I run a thumb along her lower lip, and she nips playfully at it. “Watching you fall apart was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“I bet I can top that.” Scarlett swings a leg over my hips and straddles me. Her hair falls forward, wrapping us in our own little cocoon as she leans forward and kisses me.
Warm, soft lips travel down my neck and over my pec, and when she kisses my stomach, the soft, gentle touch causes my abs to ripple.
“Baby, I don’t think I can handle that right now,” I say, hooking my hands under her arms so I can drag her back up my body.
“I’ve never really enjoyed going down on a man, but with you, I want to,” she pouts.
I nip at her bottom lip. “And I’ll let you later. But right now, I’m going to fuck you so hard, sink so deep inside of you, that you’ll have a permanent ache between your legs.”
Scarlett squeals when I wrap an arm around her back and flip us over so that I’m hovering above her. She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock as I lean down to kiss her. I love the taste of her, the feel of her body beneath mine. I’ll never get this woman out of my system.
“I’m on the pill,” she says breathlessly while guiding me to her entrance. “I can’t wait.”
Our lips collide, biting, licking, nipping. One thrust of my hips and I’m seated inside of her, deeper than I ever thought possible.
Scarlett cries out in pleasure, her nails scoring my back. Everything about her overwhelms me. Every breath, every kiss, every touch, she’s all-consuming, and I press my hips to hers and hold them there while I try to regain some sort of composure.
She lifts her hips, trying to get me to move, but I still her with a hand to her waist. “Wait,” I say hoarsely. “Give me a minute. I’ve wanted this for so long, thought about it so much, and you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
Her muscles clamp around my cock, and I shake my head. “Do that again, and I won’t last.”
She does it again and laughs when I nip the spot beneath her ear.
“That’s what I’m going for. You’re so thick inside of me, stretching me, and I want to feel more of you.”
My control snaps. I slide a hand up her thigh, hook her leg around my back, and thrust into her again. Her lids flutter closed, but she quickly opens her eyes as though she knows it’s something I’ll demand of her.
Good girl.
Scarlett holds on tight, her nails scratching my back, biting into my ass as I pound into her over and over, pushing her further and further into the mattress. The sounds of our labored breathing and flesh meeting fills the air, pushing me toward the proverbial edge.
I push a hand between our sweaty bodies, press my thumb to her clit, and rub. Two tight circles and she flies apart. The strangled moan and look of pleasure on her face pushes me over the edge. Electricity races down my spine, settling between my legs. My muscles strain and flex as I let out a guttural moan. Our bodies spasm and shudder as I collapse against her.
I press my lips to the base of her neck and breathe her in. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about being here with you like this?”
She shakes her head and cups my face. There’s an unexpected tremble to her hands.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Better than okay.”
“You’re shaking.”
“Adrenaline. Emotion. You.”
“All good things,” I say, brushing my lips across hers.
“All great things.” She smiles softly. “Please tell me we’re going to do that again.”
“Give me two minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two,” I say, my dick already twitching inside of her.
“Can we make it three? I need to use the restroom.”
I roll off of her, and she jumps from the bed. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask.
“A water would be great.”
I smack her bare ass, and she giggles as she disappears into the bathroom. I saunter into the kitchen, grab a bottle of water, twist off the top, and chug half of it. I grab another bottle, and by the time I make it back to the bedroom, Scarlett is sprawled out in all of her naked glory.
Her eyes drop to my cock, which grows impossibly hard beneath her heated stare.
“Tucker?”
“Yeah.”
She spreads her legs and slips a finger between her wet folds. “I’m not so thirsty anymore.”
“Thank fuck.” I drop the bottles and climb onto the bed.
“Oh, no,” she says, pushing me onto my back so she can straddle me. “This time, I’m on top.”
I fold my arms behind my head and smile up at her. “Do your worst.”
Scarlett edges herself along my cock, driving me out of my mind— There’s a loud knock on the front door.
“Scarlett, it’s me, Phillip,” a guy yells.
Scarlett’s eyes grow round. “Is that Phillip McCormick?” she whispers, referring to one of her dad’s friends.
I nod and slide my hand along her waist before cupping her breast because I can’t resist her when she’s sitting on me, naked.
“I know you’re in there because we saw you guys run in the house a while ago,” he yells loud enough for us to hear him down the hall.
Scarlett laughs and drops her head to my shoulder.
“Anyway, just wanted to let you know that we’re leaving, and your dad is going to bed. He said to tell you to take your time. No rush. He also said that he hopes you had fun but wants me to remind you to be safe. Okay, well, I hope you heard me. I’m gonna go now.”
I laugh.
Scarlett groans. “Kill me now.”
“I can fuck you now.”
“That’ll work.”