Chapter 23 #2
The truth is that I’m not. There’s no way I can restrain myself any longer, and I grab her hips, lifting her onto my lap.
A groan escapes me as she straddles my hips. She’s so warm and I know she can feel how hard she makes me.
“Baby,” I sound more winded than after a cardio session with the team’s trainer. “I’m dying to taste you.”
She blinks, confused. “Haven’t you been doing that for the last ten minutes?”
A smile forms on my lips. “This isn’t the only set of lips I was thinking about tasting.” I drag the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, swollen by my kisses.
TARYN
“Oh.” Heat rises to my face when I realize what Tucker is dying to taste.
His dark blue eyes are blazing as they search mine. As he drags the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, sensation zings all the way down between my legs. It feels like there’s an invisible thread connecting my mouth to my clit.
“Can I taste you, baby?”
My body responds with another scatter of intense excitement, and my clit throbs in response.
I don’t trust my own voice right now, so all I can do is nod.
That’s enough for Tucker.
Before I know what’s happening, my back hits the padded cushions of the couch as he flips us over.
Tucker’s tall, incredibly ripped body is stretched over mine as he cradles my head with his forearms.
His mouth touched mine, but it’s just for a fleeting moment.
“Hmm,” I moan as his open mouth glides down the column of my neck, stopping to suck on my pulse point.
He lowers the straps of my sundress with surprisingly delicate, deft hands, and I gasp when cold air hits my overheated skin.
My nipples were already straining against the fabric of my dress and once they’re freed from the constraints of clothes, they harden even more.
“Your tits are even more beautiful than I imagined, baby.” Tucker rumbles before lowering his mouth onto my chest.
The contrast between the cooler air in the apartment and the warmth of his mouth makes me shudder in the most delicious way.
Tucker takes it as an invitation to swirl his tongue around my hardened peak.
I don’t even realize that I’m arching my back to get more of his mouth on me until my lower body brushes against his.
“Someone wants more.” He lifts his head from my chest, a satisfied smile curling his lips. “And my girl gets everything she wants.”
My girl.
Those two little words feel more right than I could have ever imagined. I knew I liked Tucker from the moment I met him; but the new facets of him I’m discovering every time we hang out make my interest in him grow stronger.
His big, strong hands sneak under my dress, lifting and dragging the fabric over my hips until my stomach is exposed.
Tucker’s mouth descends on me in a slow, torturous trajectory toward the point that’s pulsing with need between my thighs.
He traces the edge of my panties on my lower stomach, his breath warm and his tongue teasing.
Then he goes down each side, kissing my skin without moving my underwear.
By the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, I’m on fire.
I’m biting my bottom lip so hard that I’m surprised I haven’t drawn blood. My body is tense, it's at breaking point.
Tucker’s mouth is hovering over the spot where I need him most, but this is all wrong. There’s still a barrier between his mouth and my pulsing clit.
“Fuck, even your panties are pretty.” He murmurs, his warm breath causing a wave of hopeless desire to wash over me.
Then he presses his mouth over my most sensitive spot. My panties are still covering my skin, but the feeling the contact causes is so exquisite that I realize I’m close to the edge.
I cover my face with both my hands, embarrassed by how worked up I am.
Tucker knows what he’s doing to me, though, because he closes his fingers around my wrists, encouraging me to look at him.
“Are you ok, baby?” He smiles.
I shake my head, worked up and frustrated to the point that I want to scream.
“Am I doing something you don’t like?” His voice is low and smooth, and I shake my head again.
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing to me.” I say breathily and his smile widens, confirming my hunch.
His blue eyes are burning with the same need that’s coursing through me. “I haven’t even started with you, baby.”
Tucker’s mouth closes over my pulsing center. He gives me a hard kiss, full of lips, tongue, and teeth, without removing my panties.
The friction between his mouth, the fabric, and my skin is too much, and it pushes me over the edge.
I come with a strangled gasp.
He doesn’t stop kissing me; he keeps me in place with his huge hands on my hips as he massages my clit through my underwear.
“You look even hotter when you come, baby.” Tucker says when I stop writhing under his mouth.
“That was…” I have no words to describe it. I’ve never come so fast in my life.
“That,” he smiles. “Was just the beginning. Is it ok if we take these panties off?”
Tucker’s blue eyes are ablaze with desire, and I nod.
He slides my panties down my hips, throwing the garment behind him. I gasp, surprised, when he shifts, climbing off the couch and spinning me until I’m sitting on the edge of the cushion.
I was expecting to see him grab a condom; instead, Tucker kneels on the floor in front of me and lowers my thighs over his broad shoulders.
“What are you doing?” My voice is unsteady, but I’m beyond caring right now.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I haven’t tasted you yet. And the only way I’m not going to eat that sweet, perfect pussy of yours until you come on my tongue a couple more times is if you say you don’t want me to.
Maybe I should be embarrassed by how fast I nod. I’ve just come harder than ever without him even having to take my panties off. And now, just the idea of his mouth right on my skin makes me pulse with a need I didn’t think was possible.
“Holy shit,” Tucker murmurs after a long, lingering lick all the way up my slit. “You taste so fucking good, Taryn.”
He uses his mouth like it was made for my pleasure.
His tongue, lips, and teeth work in mind blowing sync to deliver an even stronger, more intense orgasm than the first.
But that doesn’t seem to be enough for Tucker. He wants more. He changes the angle of my hips and enters me with his tongue.
I’ve never had someone’s tongue inside me like that.
If I had the opportunity to think about it, that might make me feel self-conscious; but my ability to form any coherent thoughts flies out of the window when Tucker begins fucking me with his tongue.
He reaches up to find my clit and rubs slow, light circles on it, increasing the pressure exactly when I need him to.
I feel my body open up to him, and he takes every inch, every chance to get closer.
When the first wave of a new, devastating orgasm washes through me, Tucker’s face is pressed hard against my pussy. His mouth is fused with my entrance, and his fingers are rubbing my most sensitive spot with laser precision.
He doesn’t relent, prolonging my high for as long as he can. Tucker stops only when I push him away, too sensitive to take any more of his mouth on me.
My head feels full of bubbles and my gaze is slow to come back to focus. But when I do, all I can see is the heat still smoldering in the dark blue depths of his eyes.
“In the Zeta house Tucker is known as Mr. O.”
“O as in orgasm. If Tucker Prescott were a serial killer, multiple orgasms would be his signature weapon.”
“So, so many orgasms. It’s like he’s on a personal mission to make you come over and over, and over.”
The words of my teammates when they heard I had a date with the Cove Knights’ starting goalie echo in my ears.
“Are you ok, Taryn?” He asks, his face still between my legs.
“So, so, ok. But if you touch my clit again, I might cry. I’m so sensitive right now. I just need a little break.”
Tucker’s face falls, disappointment written all over his handsome features. “So I don’t get to make you come another time?”
My inner muscles flutter at his words. I can’t believe my body still wants more.
But there’s no way my clit can take any more attention for at least a little while.
“Not like this. But I wouldn’t say no to some other stuff.
” I pull on the cotton of his t-shirt until Tucker climbs back onto the couch.
He’s still fully dressed and I’m almost naked. My dress is all bunched up around my waist.
I lift the hem of his t-shirt and he helps me take it off him by lifting his powerful arms over his head.
“Wow.” Is the only thing I can say as I take in Tucker’s unreal chest and abs.
Don’t get me wrong, Colsen’s body is utter perfection that would look right at home on an underwear build-board.
But Tucker? He’s unreal.
The night we met, I didn’t have chance to inspect the hot goalie to my heart’s content when Colsen and I helped him into bed to sleep off the sedative he got at the hospital.
But now nothing prevents me from taking a closer look at him and from touching his smooth, tanned skin.
I think I want to trace the edges of every single one of his tattoos with my tongue.
There are a few, and my eyes rove all over them, not knowing which ones to look at first.
My attention is attracted by the one on his chest, right over his heart. It’s a red heart enclosed in green, blue, and yellow flames with a dagger going through it.
I can’t help but trace the contours of it with the tips of my fingers. “This is pretty.”
Tucker covers my hand with his much larger one, keeping my palm flat against his chest. “I’m glad you like it. I got it this year during spring break.”
“It’s gorgeous. Doesn’t look like a drunken decision.”
“Because it’s not.” He explains. “I was stone sober when I got it. It’s a reminder.”
My curiosity is peaked. “Do you want to tell me about it? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”