Chapter 29 - Some Like It Hot
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SOME LIKE IT HOT
TARYN
All The Things She Said by t.A.T.u is perfect for dancing without leaving any space between our overheated bodies.
My arms surround Tucker’s neck, and his lips find the pulse point on my neck. Tucker is a tall wall of hard muscle, but he moves with surprising fluidity and a sense of rhythm.
I guess as a goalie he has to be flexible and limber.
The dance floor is crowded, and the people around us push us against each other even more. I’m not complaining. I melt against Tucker’s solid body as my heart beats in sync with the song and with the spot between my legs.
I press myself closer to him as I get a weird feeling. It’s as if someone were watching me.
It makes sense because we’re in a crowd of people and I shake the odd feeling off.
Tucker doesn’t miss the shudder that works its way down my spine and hugs me closer to his hard body. “You ok, baby?”
“Yes,” and I’m not lying. I feel safe in Tucker’s arms. “Kiss me, Tucker.”
“Fuck.” He chuckles, leaning in. “I love when you say that.”
His lips are hot, and he tastes of strawberries and cream with a vague hint of Champagne.
Tucker keeps following the music as we dance and devour each other as if the surrounding crowd wasn’t even there.
“God, you feel so perfect.” He growls against my lips as his big, strong hands squeeze my buttocks.
That causes a sharp throb between my thighs; my clit pulses with need and my panties grow damper with every brush of his lips.
“Tucker, I…”
I don’t even know what I want to say. Overwhelming need is making it hard to formulate any coherent speech.
“I know, baby. Me too. Do you trust me?”
I don’t even have to think about it. I nod.
Tucker keeps us dancing to the next song that keeps the crowd moving and grinding.
We’re dancing and weaving through the hot, sweaty bodies of dozens of strangers. I have no idea where we’re headed, but I wasn’t lying when I told Tucker that I trusted him.
My back hits a wall.
We’re still on the dance floor, but this is a dark corner, away from the mass of all the other dancers.
The air here is slightly cooler, and I shiver.
“You ok, baby?” Tucker presses against me. He’s hard, and I shiver again, but for an entirely different reason.
“I’m fine. I just need you.”
He answers with a kiss that’s worth more than a million words and leaves us both panting.
Need courses through my body, hot and bright, and I reach for Tucker.
The size of the erection that’s straining against his jeans doesn’t surprise me. “I wish we hadn’t gone out.” I pant, tormenting his bottom lip with my teeth. “I wish…”
“Me too.” Tucker’s slightly rough fingers sneak under the hem of my dress. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. I can feel it through your panties.”
He presses against my slit and my body’s response is a throb so intense that I realize I could come just like this.
His thumb finds my clit, and he presses on it.
A tortured gasp escapes from me, but I stop him by grabbing his wrist. “I’m so close, Tucker. So fucking close.”
“Then let me finish you, baby. Let go for me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want it like this. I want more. I need to feel you inside me.”
He closes his eyes, his forehead touching mine, his breathing as labored as my own. “You keep saying this stuff, and I’ll blow my load without even touching you, Taryn. You have no idea how much I fucking want you.”
I cup the bulge in his jeans, feeling him getting harder under my touch.
“The thing is,” Tucker continues. “The first time we do it, I wanted to take my time and make you come over and over on my fingers, and on my tongue before I finally sink inside your sweet, perfect pussy.”
“Jesus,” I giggle. “Keep talking like that and I’ll probably come without you even touching me. But no, seriously, Tucker. I don’t care. We can do all that next time. I want you now. I can’t wait.”
He looks over his back. “If I try to fuck you in your car, I’ll probably break my neck.”
“Yeah, my car is way too small for that.” I agree.
He throws another look over his back. “Here we have a little privacy, but I don’t want to risk being seen. Come on. Let’s go take a look around. Anywhere we can lock the door and be alone.”
There’s an exit a few feet away from us. Tucker takes my hand, and I follow him into a hallway. It looks like the same one we came in; this must be the back of the building.
Tucker tries the first door we encounter, but we have no luck. “Locked.” He says it under his breath, even though I don’t see anyone else out here right now.
The next door has a sign that says “Staff” on it, but it’s also locked.
“Bingo,” Tucker murmurs as he eventually finds an unlocked door.
It’s some kind of office. There’s a wooden desk with a computer monitor and a landline phone on it, a black leather office chair offering the only seating space.
The walls are clean but bare, except for a row of coat hooks on one side of the room. One single window is behind the desk; light from the street outside filters through the closed wooden shutters.
“This might work. What do you think, baby?” Tucker asks me. “But it doesn’t look like the door can be locked.”
I look around, biting my bottom lip. The computer monitor is dark, and there are no coats or bags hanging from the hooks. Hopefully, whoever works here has gone home or is on an extended break.
“Ok. If someone comes back here, it’ll be embarrassing. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
The second those words leave my mouth, Tucker’s lips are on me again.
He kisses me hard. His mouth is demanding, almost bruising. The usual unhurried exploration of his kisses is completely gone. Tucker isn’t kissing me to explore right now. He’s claiming me with his mouth and with his hands.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming about this, baby. From the first time I saw you.” His lips travel down the column of my neck, while his hands push down the straps of my dress. “These little summer dresses you like to wear,” he pants. “They drive me fucking crazy.”
Tucker grinds his hips against mine, pressing me against the wall.
“Oh,” I moan when he cups my bare tits, closing his lips over a nipple, licking and sucking before turning his attention to the other one.
Within minutes, I’m desperate for more. My hands are under his shirt, feeling the ridges and valleys of his defined pecs and abs.
His fingers find their way under my skirt, stroking me through my panties again, and I beg. “Please Tucker. I want you.”
I lower the zipper of his jeans and fumble to free his rock hard cock from his boxer briefs.
Tucker’s dark blue eyes are burning with the same heat that’s coursing through my body. The blue is so pure and deep that I could drown in it.
“Oh, shit.” He freezes, exhaling a shuddering breath. “I’m the biggest idiot in the fucking world.”
I stop stroking his thick, hard shaft to ask him what’s wrong.
“I don’t have a condom on me.” He closes his eyes, his forehead resting on mine like earlier in the club’s main room.
“You don’t?” I’m gonna die.
His cock is still rock hard, pulsing in my hand.
“I didn’t bring any. I thought that we were going out for an Italian meal with my roommates. I didn’t think there would be any chance to be alone with you. I have a whole fucking box of condoms waiting for us in my nightstand in the hopes that you would come to my room later.”
I can’t bear to stop touching him. My free hand cups the side of his face. “I don’t blame you, sweetie. I get it.”
“I fucking blame myself.” He bites out. “I guess I need to calm myself down enough to get to your car and drive back to camp. Unless you’re turned off by my stupidity and you want to get back to our friends and keep partying.”
One thing I have been noticing about Tucker is that beneath his cheerful, carefree exterior, he tends to be generous and forgiving with his friends and loved ones, but he’s extremely hard on himself.
“Or…” I hesitate for a moment, but what I’m about to say feels right, so I finish the sentence. “Maybe we really don’t need a condom. I mean, if it’s ok with you. I’m clean and on birth control. Colsen and Nash had protection with them. So it’s up to you, Tucker.”
He doesn’t say anything for a second. His blond brows furrow as he thinks this over. “You would trust me with this much?”
“I would.” I whisper. “And it takes trust from you too to go bare.”
“Fuck, yeah.” His cock pulses in my hand. “I mean, I’m clean. We get tested every time we get a medical, and we just got one. But remember? I haven’t been with anyone for almost a year.”
I kiss him slowly and softly to seal the deal. “Ok, then.”
Tucker’s eyes are burning with smoldering desire. “I’ve never gone bare, baby. And I want you to know that if anything happened, even with your birth control, I would be by your side every step of the way. Whatever you wanted to do.”
His words do something to my heart. This sounds like the beginning of a marriage proposal. Is it crazy that it doesn’t scare me at all?
I know it’s way too early to think this way; but since the second I met Tucker, every little new thing I learn about him makes me like him more.
The realization that I feel the same way about Colsen and Nash hits me square in the chest. But that’s a problem for future Taryn.
“I know you’d be there for me, Tucker. But I’m done talking. I need you.”
He lifts me by the backs of my thighs and carries me to the desk.
The polish wood feels a little cold under my ass, but I don’t care.
“Let me help you, baby. I need these off.” Tucker slides my panties off my legs and puts them in the front pocket of his jeans before pushing them further down his thick, muscular legs. “You need to tell me if I’m hurting you.” He murmurs against my lips.
I am so beside myself with excitement that I forgot how huge Tucker is.
When he begins pushing himself inside me, I will my body to relax. The first few inches are the most difficult. Tucker isn’t just long, he’s also so thick that I couldn’t even close my fingers around the base of his shaft.
But I’m so excited, I need him so much, that my body gives in to his hot invasion. I’m so wet that my inner walls stretch to accommodate him without pain.
“Fuck, baby.” He grunts once he’s buried to the hilt. “You’re so tight. And you feel so soft and slick. I’ve never felt anything more perfect. Do you think I can move, or do you need a second?”
I respond by contracting my muscles, and he lets out a string of curses.
Tucker begins moving in and out of me, and the feeling is exquisite.
His flesh is warm and rigid, and I can feel every single vein, ridge, and bump of his shaft with no barrier between us.
I arch my back, leaning back on the desk and wrap my thighs around his hips.
Tucker has gotten into a perfect rhythm and he fills me so well that heat is coursing through me with every snap of his hips.
“Baby, I’m sorry. But I’m close. You feel so good, I can’t slow down.”
I sit slightly up, to pull him in for a kiss. “I’m close too. You’re touching a spot inside me that feels insanely good.”
He picks up his pace, slamming his hips into me with more force. My dress is still bunched up around my waist and I feel my tits bouncing with every thrust.
“I’m gonna come. Please come with me, baby.”
His fingers find my clit and all it takes is one single touch, with the lightest of pressure, to send me over the edge.
As my body shakes with pleasure, Tucker’s cock turns into pure steel inside me. I can feel the head expanding before he stops moving and the first spurt of warmth spills inside me.
I capture his mouth with mine, holding him tight until the tension in his body eases.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my entire life, baby.” He murmurs against my lips.
“This was so good, Tucker. I know it’s your birthday, but I think I’m over the party. Do you think we could go home and continue our private celebration?”
Before Tucker can say anything in response, a movement behind him catches my attention.
“Shit. There’s someone by the door.”
He turns to look, covering me with his body as the door opens a little more.
Relief washes over me when the person behind the door comes into view.
“How long have you been standing there, Col?”
Colsen enters the small office, closing the door behind him. “Long enough.”