Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JACKSON
Tucker’s dark hair curled in soft, little ruffles on the back of his neck, and I ran my nose along the skin just below them to take in his warm, spicy scent.
It was him and the Earth and the horses, but somehow the combination was like a hit of the most potent drug to my senses.
There was a lingering hint of whatever body wash he used that made him smell like some intoxicating beverage—like bourbon or whiskey.
It was such a fitting thing for him to smell like one of those drinks.
They burned when you first took a sip, the punch of the alcohol driving most people away, but if you let it linger in your mouth…
Oh, the sweetness you’d taste. Most couldn’t get past that initial encounter, but that was fine by me.
I liked the idea of being in some exclusive club who drank whiskey neat and saw Tucker Legare as the sugary sweet man he was.
My fingers tightened around his hips, the boiling heat in my stomach trailing south the longer I was allowed this ripe, unfettered access to the man of my dreams. I wanted to lick and suck on his skin, leaving little reminders of where I’d been that only I would see.
But instead, I let my lips trail over the place where my chain laid around his neck.
Tucker sucked in another shuttering breath, and I felt the way he shifted his hips ever so slightly, pressing back into me; and God, that was so fucking hot.
The single strand of my restraint was fraying, and I was quickly losing the battle, but there was a voice in the back of my mind screaming for me to slow down. But Tucker’s skin felt so good under my lips, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was pressing kisses that lingered.
They started out as quick pecks on the accessible expanse of his neck but quickly became more open mouthed as I sank deeper into my desire.
But even still, alarm bells began to go off, reminding me that I’d just slipped his late husband’s ring from his finger.
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed, but I managed to pull my lips from his warm flesh, and just as I was drumming up the strength to tear myself from his body, Tucker tilted his head.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped, those two words making me bite back a curse as I gladly dove in for the gift he was offering. If Tucker Legare wanted my mouth on him, he’d never have to ask me twice.
His skin was salty under my tongue as I ran it up the exposed column of his neck.
Soft pants left him in ragged intervals, the sound doing nothing to quell the buzzing under my skin.
This was so good, but I wanted more. I wanted his hands on me, wanted my lips on his, wanted to hear the choked out sounds he made when I brought him to climax.
My teeth grazed along the soft skin just above the collar of his jacket, and Tucker let out a groan that sent heat straight to my cock.
Reflexively, I splayed my fingers wide against his hips, digging them into the rough fabric of his jeans, massaging at the tender junctions of his groin.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone else in my life, but the alarm bells in my head still clanged.
One wrong move would burst this bubble we found ourselves in, and I needed to tread carefully.
Each second with Tucker ticked me closer to a high I’d never experienced before, and I didn’t want it to end too quickly.
His head fell back against my shoulder, and I couldn’t help admiring the way he looked—face loose, eyes closed, and lips parted. All the stress he carried that pinched his expression into his typical grouchy appearance was gone, leaving behind the most gorgeous visage I’d ever seen.
My cock twitched behind my zipper when his pink tongue slipped out, running sinfully along his lower lip and leaving it shiny with his spit. It was like he didn’t even realize he’d done it; that he was torturing me while giving me everything I wanted.
“Wanna suck that tongue.” The words were gravel as they spilled from me. “Wanna make you feel so good, Tucker.”
Those deep amber hues shot open, and for a split second, I worried what I’d find when I looked into them, but there was nothing but liquid heat swirling there.
They were molten lava, hot and burning, and I was going to dive headfirst into their inferno.
Tucker Legare would consume everything of me, I knew it, but I couldn’t care.
His eyes dropped to my lips, and on instinct, I sucked the lower one through my teeth, wetting it as I did. And then he was there.
Tucker turned his shoulder, shifting so he could keep his lower body pressed against me as his lips crashed against mine.
An explosion went off inside me, sensations rocketing down my spine, and I groaned into his mouth from the perfection of it.
His lips were soft, supple, and so fucking delicious.
The rasp of his facial hair against my skin gave me a high better than any drug.
All of it was so perfectly Tucker—sweet kisses under the burn of coarse beard hair.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth with a possessive drive that I was more than willing to submit to.
It was all-consuming and not enough at the same time.
One of my hands traveled around the back of his neck and held on for dear life as Tucker ravaged my mouth.
He was like a man deprived of something essential, like air or water, for too long, and now he was taking his fill from the source until he was completely satisfied.
I was more than happy to hang on for the ride.
When I followed through on sucking on his tongue, a breathy gasp fell from him, and the sound made tingles shoot straight to my balls.
Fuck, I wanted to pull all sorts of noises from him.
I wanted to be on my knees, sucking his cock the way I was his tongue, looking up into those molten whiskey eyes as he fell apart.
I wanted to see the expression on his face when I brought him to the brink of orgasm and then let him spill down the back of my throat.
My own cock ached inside the confines of my jeans, and I instinctually ground against Tucker’s ass in the desperate chase for friction.
I was nothing more than one giant ball of desire now, and everything inside me screamed to get off with this man.
Fuck that he was my boss. He was mine for right now, and he was in my arms, kissing me.
Tucker’s mouth left mine suddenly, and I chased after it, not caring if it made me look like the needy slut I was.
He didn’t go far, but instead turned around to fully face me, slotting his hips against mine in the process.
The move made me curse under my breath with how perfect he felt against me.
Then his lips were back on mine, his hands in my hair.
We’d both lost our hats somewhere in the shuffle of it all, and Tucker’s nails scraping along my scalp was almost enough to make me come.
The drag of his erection against mine as I rocked into him was electric, even through our jeans.
A growl rumbled from Tucker, and suddenly the only thing I could think about was finally getting to see his cock.
My breaths sawed out of me as I pulled away just enough to catch his eye.
He looked so goddamn sexy—eyes half lidded and glazed over with a needy expression.
“Fuck, Tucker,” I rasped, leaning in to steal just one more kiss. “Wanna make you feel so fucking good. Can I do that?” As I asked it, my hands found his belt, tugging slightly at the leather to indicate my desires.
He blinked a few times, looking a little fucked-out, but then nodded. “Yeah, make me feel good.” His voice was a husky thing, dripping with sex. It made ripples of sensation travel up my spine, and I hummed in appreciation.
“How do you want it?” I asked against his skin as I pressed kisses to his neck. It was hard for me to keep myself off him for more than a few seconds at a time. “Want my hand? My mouth?” A soft nip to his throat punctuated the last word, and he startled.
“Want…” His voice broke off on a moan as I dragged the flat of my tongue from where I’d bitten him to his jaw. “Fuck, Jackson…”
“You wanna fuck me?” I asked with a smile in my voice, grazing my lips along his ear. “I’d let you, ya know. If that’s what you wanted.”
Another sweet groan dripping in desperation came from him, but he shook his head. “No, no. Not now.”
My chuckle was soft, and I palmed at his bulge through his jeans. “That’s not never, but it’s fine. What do you want, Tucker?”
“Your mouth,” he panted, his hips bucking into my hand as small, aborted noises escaped his lips.
“Mmm, good choice,” I purred, quickly undoing his belt and jeans before sinking to my knees. His pants and underwear came easily as I tugged them down till his cock sprang free. It was gorgeous, just like him—cut, the head already an angry red, and a small bead of pre-cum welled against the tip.
My mouth watered at the sight, and without wasting any more time, I took hold of his shaft and lapped at his slit to catch the salty drop.
Rolling my tongue around the head, I tried to encourage more of his essence out.
He tasted so fucking good, and I wanted more.
Greedily, my tongue speared into his slit, searching for one more drop of him.
Tucker made a choked sound, and I raised my eyes to his.
Desperation. So much fucking need and desperation peered back at me.
Heat pooled deep in my belly, and all I wanted was to stay here, worshiping every part of him, but something screamed to me from those bourbon depths.
I couldn’t be sure this was the first time he’d been with someone since Raleigh, but given how tightly coiled he looked, I wondered if that were the case.
Something like elation bubbled inside me at the idea Tucker might’ve chosen me to be the one to share this step with, even as the thought had realization slamming into me.
If that was the case, then what Tucker needed now was release, not the unhurried exploration to memorize every spot that made him gasp or cry out I’d planned.
Even still, I wanted this to be the best fucking blowjob he’d ever had in his life. I wanted to be seared into his memory so he’d never be able to forget me.
Resolution made, I wrapped my lips around the head, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I took him slowly into the wet heat of my mouth.
I stopped around halfway, not wanting to take all of him just yet.
The weight and girth of him against my tongue felt too good as I pulled back, but I wanted to get used to it more before I let loose.
Tucker let out a shaky breath, his good hand coming up to cup the side of my head as I dropped back down, taking just a little more of his dick this time.
Our eyes never left each other and watching the subtle changes in this normally stoney man’s expression had my balls starting to draw up.
I hadn’t even touched my cock, but the look on his face and the sounds he made were inching me higher.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I continued to bob my head, taking more of him with every downward movement.
One of my hands slid up to the back of his knee, using it as anchor as I began to relax my throat.
The rough scrape of denim spurred something hot deep in my belly.
There was something so fucking sexy about him being mostly dressed except for his dick in my mouth.
When the head of Tucker’s cock hit the back of my throat, I gagged before reflexively swallowing it, and he let out a shuddering gasp as his fingers tightened into my hair. Sparks danced along my skin, pleasure zipping through me like lightning, and I moaned around his shaft.
“Oh, shit, Jackson…” My name was practically a whine, and I pulled against his leg, trying to encourage him to fuck my face.
He took the hint, and all bets were off.
His hips thrust into my mouth with near abandon, and I tried to meet each one, using both hands on his legs to keep me from tumbling backward with the force.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and drool slid down my chin as I garbled out my moans.
I probably looked a mess, but I couldn’t care one bit.
The blissed-out expression Tucker wore was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and if I could have touched my cock I would have been blowing my load in five seconds from that alone.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he started chanting, his breathing heavy as he continued to ravage my throat.
I could feel the swell of his cock, the heady taste of his pre-cum, and I wanted it all. All his desire. All his tortured sounds. Everything.
And then Tucker cried out, throwing his head back as the symphony of his broken pleasure echoed around the room.
His body stiffened in his ecstasy, and I pulled back enough to catch his hot, salty release in my mouth.
My hand moved from his leg to stroke him through it, wanting to milk every drop of his cum out.
His breathing was a stuttering pant that labored past his lips until he finally sagged back in relief.
Inching my way back, I pulled him from my mouth, my throat raw and burning as I tried to swallow.
But, boy, was it all fucking worth it. Lapping gently, I used my tongue to clean him, easing him back into my mouth to ensure there was nothing left behind.
Tucker let out a hiss as I suckled softly on the head, and I glanced up, expecting to be coaxed off from overstimulation.
But instead, my breath seized in my lungs.
He looked so open—so free—as he watched me lavish his softening cock.
Pride swelled inside me. I’d done that for him. This relaxed, loose version of Tucker was because of me. Silently, I slipped him back into his boxers before doing up his jeans. When I stood, he still had a dazed expression, and he blinked at me like he was seconds away from passing out.
“You?” he asked, his voice still low in his throat.
I shook my head, my voice raspy from the ravaging my throat took. “I’m okay.”
It was clear he was fading quickly, and somehow the idea I’d drained him of even the energy to stand made me want to puff my chest out. I maneuvered Tucker to my bed, urging him to sit.
“Still got work,” he slurred, but each blink of his eyes was longer than the last.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got you,” I whispered, getting him on his back and slipping his boots off before sliding his legs onto the bed. When I glanced back up at him, Tucker’s eyes were closed, and his chest was rising in the even breaths of sleep.