Chapter 9
9
H anna had cooked.
Food.
Real food.
Real food that tasted good.
She was so pleased with herself, she barely had room to stew over his comment from earlier.
Takes a lot more than that to scare me away.
It seemed like whatever she threw at him, he took with ease. More than took it, actually. He seemed to… like the things that usually put other people off. It was unnerving. As a former homeschooled kid, she’d grown accustomed to being the odd one out.
Where she grew up, there was a certain amount of stigma tied to being homeschooled. Assumptions were made—that she was awkward and weird, that she didn’t know how to talk to people, that her family was just straight-up strange. She’d grown up in a small town, but somehow that made the gossip worse.
So she’d moved to another small town—a bigger small town—thinking that would make it better.
News Flash to her former self: That’s not how life works.
She’d bookmarked a few apartments and was planning to look at them when she went home for Christmas, but Tucker’s undivided attention and utter captivation with her were making her waver.
Not to mention, it was incredibly confusing. A lifetime of barely any romantic attention aside from random hookups had trained Hanna to believe she was undateable. That, and the dating pool wasn’t exactly abundant with options in small town Alabama. She put herself out there on the dating apps, but after her last ill-fated date—the one where she’d met Tucker—she’d decided she was done trying.
And then she’d gone and met a hot chef with sexy forearms who liked her when she wasn’t even trying, and her resolve was crumbling.
She couldn’t stay in Orange Beach for a guy. No God-fearing feminist would do such a thing.
But…
Maybe?
Maybe he was different.
It all felt too good to be true, and Hanna was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Was he going to—as he put it— taste her , then bail? Was this just a hookup? If so, she wasn’t necessarily opposed, but just confused. Usually hookups didn’t involve cooking dinner together.
Should she Google it later? Maybe check some Reddit threads?
Dear God, she was hopeless.
“You look like you’re thinking really hard over there,” Tucker’s deep voice penetrated the silence, and Hanna felt flush with embarrassment realizing he’d been studying her as she agonized over the situation at hand.
“It’s just—” she cut herself off.
Hadn’t she said enough embarrassing things for one night?
Then again, hadn’t her lack of filter worked wonders so far?
Fuck it.
“Is this a hookup? Or do you, like…” she lowered her voice. “Like me?”
He grinned “God, you’re cute.”
She rolled her eyes. “So you’ve said. Still not helpful.”
“Hanna, I haven’t gone on a date in years. Haven’t cooked for a woman—at her house— ever . Not like this.”
“Technically, I cooked,” Hanna said under her breath.
“Love it when you’re sassy,” he said, then grew serious, holding eye contact with her. “I like you. A lot. This isn’t just a hookup for me. Is that what it is for you?”
She bristled under the intensity of his stare—and the straightforwardness of his question. People didn’t usually turn her bluntness back around on her.
“I like you, too,” she said quietly.
He beamed. “Now that that’s settled, why don’t you set up Sex and the City while I clean up and make the cookies?”
“No more cooking for me?” She twisted her lips. “I thought the shrimp were pretty good.”
“The shrimp were fucking amazing. I’m just letting you off the hook for the rest of the night.”
She blew out a breath. “Thank God. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of myself. And grateful you took the time to teach me. But, whew, I can only handle so much.”
After taking her plate to the sink, she went back to the living room—visible from her kitchen, thanks to the open floor plan—and turned on the TV, queuing up Sex and the City: The Movie. She didn’t want to start him in season one, when the show was still kind of figuring out where it was.
Better to just show him the movie.
The only downside to her plan?
The movie was two and a half hours…
And she just wasn’t sure she could wait that long for Tucker to taste her.
Not after a lifetime of never having her pussy licked.
Nerves pumped through her, and she felt like she could barely catch her breath.
“I’m, uh, gonna run to the bathroom,” she said quickly before booking it to the ensuite attached to her bedroom.
She wanted to splash water on her face, but it would ruin her makeup. So she took a deep breath, grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, and ran it along the back of her neck. Then, noticing the perfume sitting on the counter, she grabbed it and sprayed her neck, wrists, and between her thighs.
“Get your shit together, Hanna,” she said, pointing two fingers toward her eyes, her tone growing more serious with each word. “This hot chef came over to cook for you and watch your favorite movie. You’re going to calm your tits and let him eat you out, and then you’re going to give him the best damn blowjob of his life so he makes you more food.”
A throat cleared outside the bathroom door, and Hanna froze.
“Uh, Hanna? Cookies are in the oven.”
“C-coming,” she responded, her throat dry.
Could she melt into the floor and become one with the house?
Because that would be preferable to going back out there and facing the slutty-forearmed chef who just heard her giving herself a monumentally embarrassing pep talk in the mirror.
“Dear God,” she whispered, crossing herself. “I know it’s been a while, but to be honest, your fan base makes it really hard for me to get to church. And also, I’m still scarred from my first communion when the wine-slash-your-blood spilled all over me. Anyway, can you please do the rapture now so I can disappear? In exchange, I promise to donate my entire bank account to one of your churches. But like, a good one. One with a pride flag out front.”
Tucker’s easygoing chuckle drifted through the door, and Hanna smacked a hand to her face.
“Not how the rapture works, shortcake.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
Tucker was addicted to the way she made him laugh just by being.
“Sounds like I have a lot to look forward to tonight,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, even though she had yet to come out of the bathroom. “Your favorite movie, the best blowjob of my life, and yet another embarrassing story.”
She flung the door open. “Another embarrassing story?”
He turned into the doorway, placing either hand on the sides and leaning toward her. “You’re not getting off that easy, shortcake. I want to know about your first communion.”
Her eyes drifted to his forearms and she bit her lips.
Tucker had never heard of “slutty forearms,” but if it worked for Hanna, he wasn’t about to change anything. In fact, he’d rolled his shirt sleeves up even higher when he was cleaning the dishes.
He was going to use everything in his arsenal to seduce this woman.
“So you heard all of it?”
“Right down to the blow job in exchange for more food. To which I’m amenable, by the way.”
She groaned. “Cool, okay, so I’m just going to go find a rock to crawl under now.”
“Please don’t,” Tucker said. “There are so many more fun things we could do. I still haven’t gotten my dessert.”
“The cookies?”
He looked at her meaningfully, growing addicted to the way her cheeks turned pink every time he indicated any sort of sexual interest in her.
“You still… you still want to…?”
“Eat you?” He felt a wolfish grin creep over his face. “More than anything.”
Her eyes flitted to his forearms, then back to his lips.
Christ, this woman was killing him.
In the best way.
“Shall we?” He asked, moving from the doorway so she could come back to the living room. The alarm for the cookies went off right as they came back, so he got them out of the oven before getting situated on the couch.
Hanna grabbed a blanket and sat a few feet away from him.
He bit his lip, then turned to her, grabbed her, and tugged her closer to him before draping an arm around her.
A few minutes into the movie, he plated the cookies and brought them over to her.
She mindlessly grabbed one, took a bite, and moaned.
Tucker’s cock came to life.
“Holy fuck. Why is everything you make so good?” Hanna groaned, then gazed at Tucker. “Thank you.”
“No problem, shortcake.” He grabbed a cookie and shoved it into his mouth, the familiar taste of his homemade cookies melting on his tongue.
He watched as Hanna grabbed another cookie, moaning yet again as she shoved it into her mouth. Her tongue swept out over her lips before licking her fingers.
Tucker didn’t know what was happening in the movie.
Didn’t care, actually.
He was fucking mesmerized by her lips. Her tongue. Her little moans.
Moans that he wanted.
As if feeling his gaze on her, she looked up at him, eyes unblinking as her gaze dropped to his lips.
Fuck.
“I want to watch your movie,” Tucker said. “It’s only fair.”
“Fuck that,” Hanna said, tugging his mouth to meet hers in a scorching kiss.
He wasn’t a poetic man, but he could write sonnets about her mouth—about her fucking bubblegum tongue.
She whimpered as he tugged her on top of him, straddling his waist.
“God, Tucker,” she exhaled. “You feel?—”
“Like a fucking dream,” he finished, capturing her mouth again, dragging his fingers up her thighs.
“More,” she begged.
Such an easy request to give into.
Standing up, he grabbed the underside of her thighs before turning and laying her on the couch, studying the contours of her thighs before bringing a hand up to cup her pussy.
“Ahhhh,” she said, a breathless exclamation.
“I’ve barely even gotten started, shortcake,” he said, desire growing in him as his cock hardened. “Can I take these off?”
She nodded as his hands made quick work unzipping her jean shorts, finding a pink, lacy thong underneath. He brought his head to her center and inhaled.
“God, you smell fucking amazing,” he said against her. “I can’t wait to taste this pussy.”
She writhed underneath him, seeking friction and release.
His fingers drew the outline of her panties, nearly trembling.
Get a hold of yourself, Tuck.
The truth was, he hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. Too long.
And this girl was just about to rip him apart at the seams with her sexy fucking panties and irresistible little whimpers.
He tugged her panties down, balling them up and tucking them in his back pocket.
“Your cunt,” he said, drawing a ragged breath as he spread her wide, “is so fucking gorgeous.”
She squirmed underneath him, and he lowered his mouth to her center, drawing his tongue up the line of her pussy lips as slowly as he could.
“Tucker,” Hanna panted.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he said, his mouth pressing against her. “Just tell me to stop if I do something you don’t like.”
“There’s nothing you could do I won’t like,” she whimpered. “No—nobody’s done this to me before.”
He stilled. “Nobody’s had their mouth on this pussy before?”
She slapped her hands over her face and groaned, her embarrassment seeming to war with her overwhelming lust. “No...”
He felt like he was the first man to walk on the fucking moon. “Nobody but me?”
Before she could answer, he licked the length of her pussy, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Tucker,” she breathed, and he pulled his mouth away, eliciting a frustrated groan from her. “Please, for the love of God, eat me like you promised. ”
His cock twitched at her demand.
“Gladly,” he said, pressing his lips against her clit and sucking.
He was a starving man—he just didn’t know he had been starving for Hanna until this fucking moment. God, he was high on her taste—salty and sweet, just like her. Dragging her to the edge of the couch, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and pressed her closer to him.
Would there ever be enough of this? Could there be?
“Tucker,” she cried out.
His name on her lips made his cock grow painfully hard and spurred him to even more action, licking against her clit in a steady rhythm.
“ Yes, ” she breathed. “Just like that, just like—ahhh.”
He loved how vocal she was while he pleasured her—just as vocal as normal, but with far less concern for how she was being perceived. She just acted… free. Unabashedly vulnerable to him, she told him exactly what she liked.
“God, when you do your tongue like that, I—ahh, Tucker, yes, please, like that,” she sobbed, wriggling underneath him.
He pinned her hips down with his forearms, burying his face even deeper into her as her legs flailed behind him.
“Tucker, I’m going to—I’m going to—don’t stop—-I’m—ahhhhh!”
Her body stiffened, then loosened underneath him with the power of her orgasm, and he felt her clench slightly under the pressure of his mouth. Fuck if that wasn’t the most addicting feeling in the world.
His tongue didn’t stop for the length of her orgasm, not until she was thoroughly spent and laying limp on the couch.
He rested his head against her thigh, satisfied and sated from eating her, ready to go for round two and ignore his raging hard-on.
Then, she looked up at him—her eyes like a siren’s.
“My turn,” she said, taking her shirt off to reveal perfect, strawberry-shaped tits and arms lined with tiny tattoos as she dropped her knees next to him.
“You weren’t wearing a bra?” He asked, letting her guide him to a seat on the couch as he made eye contact with perfect, pink nipples.
“My boobs are small.” She looked away, bashful once again. “Really small. Practically nonexistent. So I don’t need one.”
“Your boobs are perfect ,” he said, hands reaching for them, eager for her nipples which were so clearly begging to be pinched.
“Uh-uh,” she said in a voice that filled his head with wild fantasies of a hot teacher putting him in his place. “My turn.”
He leaned back as she pressed her hands to his thighs, running them up to his waistband. She unbuttoned his shorts, then unzipped them. Tucker felt like he was watching her in slow motion.
There was something so inherently erotic about the fact that she was completely naked before him even though he was still fully clothed.
She tugged his pants and boxers down slightly, allowing his cock to spring free.
“Big boy,” she said seductively.
God, this woman had so many different sides to her.
All of them were fucking sexy.
But this siren thing she had going on?
It was going to be the center of his fantasies while he rubbed himself raw for the rest of his goddamn life.
His cock twitched as she took it in her hands before licking a bead of precum off the tip.
“Hanna, fuck,” Tucker groaned. “I—it’s been a while. I’m not gonna?—”
“Shh, shh, shh,” she said. “Let me worry about that.”
She flicked a thumb over the head of his cock, and it took everything in him not to spill all over her face as she leaned in and sucked him deep into her mouth.
Could someone die from pleasure?
Because he sure as hell might.
She giggled, and he realized he might’ve said that aloud, but he could barely even think about that with the way her mouth vibrated over his dick as she moaned into him.
Fuck. Not even ten seconds into this, he was going to come.
“I’m going to—” he tried to warn her.
She sucked harder then, and Tucker couldn’t control himself. He roared as thick ropes of come spilled down her throat, and she swallowed them down like they tasted better than the cookies she’d shoved into her mouth earlier.
“Hanna,” he panted. “I?—”
She lifted up, wiping her mouth and grinning.
“Probably not the best blow job of your life. I needed more time,” she said, licking her lips. “But I guess that means we have to do this again.”
His cock twitched at the prospect of it.
“I think you’re my dream girl,” he whispered, and she stilled.
With wide eyes, she looked at him, whispering as Sex and the City continued in the background. “Do you mean it?”
“Fuck yes,” he said, tugging her naked body into his lap and covering her with a blanket. “And I’m going to prove it by watching the rest of this damn movie with you before I eat you out a few more times.”
And so he did.