Chapter 30
SORRY. BUSY MORNING.
Tucker
Lying on my side, I watch the steady rise and fall of Scottie’s chest.
Since that night a few days ago, she’s spent every night here in my bed. I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this. To deserve her.
But she’s here.
As if feeling my eyes on her, her eyes flutter open, and she stretches her body the way she does every morning before taking in her surroundings. The moment her eyes land on mine, she smiles. And it does that thing again—where my heart rate picks up and my lips beg to be on hers.
I’m addicted to Scottie Monroe.
Maybe Dallas is right.
Scottie adjusts herself in bed, scooting closer to me and draping one leg over mine, and rests her head on my chest. I’m sure she can hear the pounding of my heart right now, and it only makes me hope she can feel it, because the words are lost on me.
I don’t know how to tell someone I love them.
I don’t know how to feel these things openly.
“Good morning,” she says, bringing her hand up and rubbing circles over my stomach. I feel her touch throughout my body.
“Scottie,” I say in a tone with a bit of warning. “We’re going to be late to the house if you keep doing that.”
She tilts her head up to look at me, a smirk on her face. “What if I want to be late?”
“It’s the last day of filming.”
“And?”
I flip her onto her back, forcing a little yelp and a laugh out of her. I hold myself up with my hands on each side of her head, hovering over her. I dip my hips down, my morning erection pressing between her legs. Her lips part and her back arches.
I grin. “This what you want, baby? You want my cock inside of you before the cameras are on you? Do you want to be thoroughly and properly fucked for the world to see?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, gripping my waist to hold me to her. “Please.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to her like I’m greedy for her. She meets me with equal hunger, and it only intensifies the kiss. I move from her mouth, to the corner of her lips, to the curve of her jaw, and down her neck.
“I need a morning taste first,” I say before moving myself down her body.
I lift up her T-shirt—my T-shirt—exposing her bare breasts for me.
I groan in satisfaction before leaning down and taking a hardened nipple in my mouth.
I flick my tongue over it and suck before doing the same to the other side.
Scottie writhes beneath me, her legs rubbing together impatiently.
“Don’t worry. Your pussy will get my tongue in just a minute. Your body is too perfect not to be worshiped first though.”
She moans, a breath escaping her lips as her head presses farther into the pillow and she looks up at the ceiling.
My mouth explores each breast again, and I swear she wants to come already.
I trail kisses down her stomach, constricting beneath me at the featherlight touch of my lips.
I hold myself up on an elbow, using my hand to hook into her panties.
I tug them down just enough to press a kiss to her hip bone.
“Tucker. Please,” she whines.
I sit up on my heels. Both hands reach for her panties now, and slowly—dangerously slow—I pull them from her legs.
Our eyes watch each other with such intensity the entire time that it only makes me crave burying myself in her that much more.
We’ve done this every night since she’s been here, but the morning light creeping through the blinds, and the half-awake daze on her face make this feel so different.
It only makes me want to say those three words that much more.
Once the panties are off, I toss them aside. Scottie places her hands on her thighs, opening herself for me, wide and begging for me to devour her. It’s only then that I take my eyes off hers and look down.
I growl. “Fuckkkk,” I draw out. “You’re dripping for me, baby. I can see it.”
“So do something about it,” she begs.
I bite my bottom lip, lowering myself between her thighs.
I dip my head down, pressing a kiss to each inner thigh before swiping my tongue through her wetness.
We both moan instantly. Her back arches off the bed the moment I put pressure on her clit—flicking it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
“God,” she pants.
“Baby, the name’s Tucker.”
She reaches forward, tangling her hands in my messy morning hair, gripping the ends to hold me down. I bury myself in her pussy. Fucking her with my tongue like I can’t get enough of her. And it’s true, I can’t.
“Tucker. Yes. Yes.”
I pull back, a breath away from her skin. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She bites her bottom lip, looking down at me, and my cock hardens even more if that’s possible. “Make me come, please.”
“I fully intend to. First on my tongue. Second on my cock.”
She smirks. “Promises, promises.”
My chest vibrates and I find her clit again with my mouth.
I suck, putting just enough pressure there to send her over the edge.
The moment her eyes leave mine, I reach between her, thrusting two fingers deep inside of her.
Her back flies off the bed, and she screams a mix of profanities and my name.
I don’t let up until I feel her pussy contract around my fingers.
She’s tight. So tight that it almost makes me come in my pants. The way her body reacts to mine. The sounds she makes when she’s close. The taste of her arousal on my tongue. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Tucker. Tucker!”
And that does it. She tips over the edge, legs shaking around my head as she keeps screaming my name over and over again like a prayer.
I don’t stop until her body relaxes. I pull my fingers out of her, dripping with her cum.
I put the two fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean, and she watches me with her lips slightly parted.
“Mmm.”
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” she says through labored breaths, then grins. “But damn, what a way to go.”
I laugh, pulling myself up, tugging my boxer briefs off before I hover over her. My cock is already so hard and dripping with precum when it rests between her thighs. And if I didn’t want to come before, the feel of her soft skin barely grazing my cock might do it.
“I think it’s you who’s trying to kill me,” I say, a breath away from her lips.
I kiss her again, deeper this time. The kind of kiss that has nothing to do with the heat of the moment and everything to do with devotion. Her fingers wrap around my head, curling into my hair, and I let myself sink into it.
Into her.
Into the feeling that I’m safe enough to want.
She opens her legs for me, and I rock my hips enough to slide my cock into her.
She sucks in a breath with her lips on mine, successfully stealing the oxygen from my lungs.
She doesn’t stop kissing me though. Her lips part, and my tongue tangles with hers as my cock thrusts in and out of her slowly.
When I pick up speed, that’s when she releases my mouth from hers.
Pressing her head into the pillow as her hips meet me thrust for thrust. I hold myself up on my hands and look down at her.
I stare into her eyes and everything in me stills, but I don’t stop moving in her.
I don’t stop chasing the feeling of giving her pleasure.
But the look on her face right now, mixed with the way her lips part and the sounds coming out of her mouth.
It makes my chest constrict for a different meaning than just sex.
I…fuck.
I love this woman. Without an inkling of a doubt, she’s it for me.
But the words still don’t come out.
I feel myself picking up speed, driving in and out of her with a feral need mixed with anger at myself for not being able to say it. Not being able to tell her exactly what she means to me. In a way, I guess I have. I told her she’s etched into me. I told her I can’t breathe without her.
Is that the same thing?
No, it can’t be.
“Say it,” Scottie murmurs with panting breaths.
My movements slow, my cock still buried in her. “What?”
Her hand that was just clawing at my shoulders moves to my jaw line, where she brushes a thumb over my mouth. “Whatever you’re holding back.”
My throat tightens, and they’re there…right fucking there.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
She smiles, but doesn’t push. Instead, she bucks her hips and bites down on her bottom lip to bring us back to the moment. Like she understands and is reading it in the way my body can’t be away from her, and my eyes can’t look away.
“Do me a favor?” she asks.
I tilt my head to the side.
“Ruin me.”
My grin spreads slowly. “My pleasure.”
I move down on my elbows, caging her in with my hands on the top of her head.
My lips are a breath away from hers, but I don’t kiss her.
I need to see her face when I make her come.
She’s close, I can feel it in the way her pussy contracts around me.
I’m close too, but I refuse to let it go.
I refuse to feel anything unless she is to.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Let me hear you scream my name while you soak my cock.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Her hips buck up, staying there. Holding herself at just the right angle to allow me to fuck her the way she wants. I feel it to my core. I feel my release building and building, and it’s harder to hold it back.
“That’s it. You’re so good at showing me what you want.”
She moves her hands around my waist, hands pressed to my lower back, fingers digging into me. With my cock all the way inside of her, she holds me there, forcing me to still. And that’s when I feel it. I feel everything.
“Goddamn,” I hiss, feeling her pussy literally squeeze me. It’s pulsing. Driving me crazy. “Is that…Scottie. You’re going to kill me.” She smirks before she rolls her hips. “You’d better come in the next five seconds. I won’t last.”
“Then fuck me, Tucker. Hard.”