16. Baylee
Baylee
Today’s study session was long, and the caffeine wasn’t cutting it.
We went over so many notes and the content was packed with so much information.
I’m exhausted after going over extensive notes.
But the minute I get back to the apartment, I feel a flurry of butterflies and renewed energy at the thought that my date with Tucker awaits.
I turn the key in the knob and my smile is hard to contain.
I bite my lower lip at the thought that I get to spend time with him.
And it’s not just as a friend; this is different, this is new.
That kiss yesterday morning was out of this world.
I felt it down to my toes and if I close my eyes, I can still feel the swipe of his tongue along my lips.
Shit, I’m so turned on for this guy and we haven’t done anything more than make out like teens.
The minute I walk into the house, it’s so quiet that I start to wonder if he’s even home. Damn it, did he forget? Disappointment hits me square in the chest, until I hear some rustling down the hall.
“Hey, Firefly,” Tucker says as he comes out from the hallway.
My smile is instant as I see his wet hair and neatly trimmed beard. Fuck, he looks delicious. What would that beard feel like against my inner thighs? Focus, Baylee.
“Hey,” I croak.
“You alright, sweetheart?” The smirk he gives me confirms he knows the effect he has on me.
“Yep. We still going out, or are you too tired?” Yes, that sounds completely indifferent. I’m calm and collected, like I haven’t been thinking of this all day. Nope. This isn’t a big deal.
“Of course,” he says as he walks by me and slaps my ass. I think he’s going to leave it at that, but then he grabs me and I yelp in surprise. I can’t help laughing when he pulls me into his arms. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Baylee, don’t act like I don’t affect you,” he tells me.
“You don’t,” I tell him, sounding completely unconvincing, even to me.
He’s a millimeter away from my face. “Oh really?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“So, if I kissed you along here”—he moves his lips along my jaw toward my ear, and I shift my head up to give him space to roam with more ease—“you wouldn’t like that very much?”
“Oh, um, definitely not,” I say above a whisper.
“And if I nip and lick you right here”—he grabs my earlobe and leaves open-mouthed kisses below my ear which is like a direct jolt to my pussy—“it must do absolutely nothing to you, huh?”
“Mmhmm.” I can’t form words anymore. I’m short-circuiting at this point.
“Admit it, Bay. If I stuck my fingers in your underwear right now, you’d be so fucking wet for me, baby,” he whispers into my ear.
“Fine, you win,” I tell him on a whisper, with a little hip thrust.
He nibbles on my ear one last time and squeezes my ass.
He then lets me down and tells me, “Good, now go get ready and then we’re headed out.
Wear something warm because you know it gets chilly at night even though it’s warm during the day.
September has a way of being bit a temperamental like that. ”
“Are you fucking serious? You got me all hot and bothered like that?” He lets go of me and I’m standing in front of him breathing heavy after he got me turned on.
“We have a date to get to, right?” he asks me.
“So, you’re going to leave me like this?” I gesture at myself.
“I need to leave you coming back for more later.” He winks.
“You know I can take care of myself, right?” I tell him.
He comes toward me and grabs my chin. “Oh, Baylee, don’t you dare touch yourself because I’ll know if you touch my pussy before I get a chance to.” Then he gives me a chaste kiss and walks away.
“Has anyone ever told you how frustrating you are?” I tell him as he walks away from me.
“The longer you take, the longer it takes to get back and relieve yourself, Baylee,” he has the audacity to say to me. Such a cocky ass.
I storm off to my room and slam the door. My body betrays me, and the butterflies triple in excitement.
I try to tamper my enthusiasm as I make my way down the hall forty minutes later.
I slowed myself down as I got ready, but at one point I threw my makeup brush down and said fuck it .
I’ve been waiting years for this moment.
I’m not wasting another second before starting something with Tucker Malloy.
As I round the corner, I find Tucker sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
The moment he hears me, he pockets it and stands up.
He runs his hands through his beard and gives me a shy smile.
Despite how cocky he sounded earlier, he’s clearly a little nervous about our date.
It’s sort of endearing and I can’t help the smile that breaks through my face.
“Hey,” he greets me as if he didn’t just see me when I got home.
“Hi.” I walk toward him.
“You look beautiful.” He grabs my hand and pulls me the rest of the way into his body, moving his fingers through my hair.
“You don’t look bad yourself,” I say on a whisper.
I have to crane my neck to look up into his deep-green eyes and I find myself lost in his gaze, biting my tongue to keep myself from professing my love for him.
I think I’ve been in love with Tucker Malloy from the minute my heart started to formulate the meaning of the word.
And since then, I’ve always used him as the model of what love should be.
He bends down and brushes his lips against mine. I want to deepen the kiss, but he pulls away quickly.
“Let’s go, because if I had my way, we’d stay here and never leave.” He grabs his wallet and keys off the coffee table.
“I wouldn’t mind that.” I giggle. What’s wrong with me? I’m not a girl that giggles. I internally roll my eyes.
“Bay, we’re going on this date.” He squeezes the hand he still has in his grasp. “You warm enough in that?” He juts his chin in my direction.
“Yeah, I think so.” I look down at my outfit. I opted for my black leggings and a sweater.
“Okay, let’s go. We aren’t going far, but I want to head out before it gets too late.”
We walk out the door and lock up. We get into the elevator, but instead of heading down, he hits the button to go to the top level .
“Um, I think you’re going to the wrong floor,” I mention.
“Nope, we’re going the right way, Firefly,” he says, winking at me.
“Okay...” I give him a quizzical expression.
The doors open and he pulls me to a hallway that looks much like the floor we live on. There’s a door at the end and once we reach it, he pulls it open.
I realize I haven’t explored this building very much since I moved in.
The top floor is a rooftop garden, and it is beautifully maintained.
Being summer, the sun hasn’t set yet and Tucker must have come up here before I came home from my classes.
He has laid down a blanket and brought food up here already. There’s even a cooler with drinks.
“Tucker, this is amazing.” I walk ahead of him, taking in the space.
“I know you aren’t one for all the glitz and glamour of the fancy restaurants, but I thought you’d enjoy something like this.” He reaches his arms around my middle, resting his chin on top of my head.
I lift my head to capture his lips with mine. I immediately deepen the kiss, finding it hard to stop once I start when it comes to Tucker’s lips anywhere near me. He pulls away, looking into my eyes.
“Baylee, I promised myself we would at least have one decent date together. Come on, let me do this for you. Please.” He gives me a peck on the lips.
“Fine. But then I’m going to have my way with you.” I pout.
“So bossy.” He smacks my ass and moves us toward the blanket.
We take a seat, and he grabs some drinks.
“I didn’t know what you’d want, so I have a few options. There’s water, wine, beer, sparkling water, soda.” He’s looking at the contents of the cooler.
“You really thought of everything.” I laugh .
“Well, I wanted to make sure you had options.” He looks over at me.
“I appreciate that. I think a sparkling water works for now, thanks.”
He hands me the can and grabs one for himself. “I kept dinner options simple too. I picked up sandwiches. I hope that’s okay. I wanted something I could put up here earlier today in the cooler, so the set-up was easy while you were in class.” He looks a bit nervous with this confession.
“Of course it’s okay,” I tell him.
“I got turkey for you.” He grabs one for me.
“Did you?—”
“Yes, I made sure they held the mayo and I confirmed there are tomato and provolone cheese instead of cheddar.” He winks in my direction.
“Thanks.” I smile at him.
“I know what you like,” he tells me.
“I appreciate it.” I forget Tucker knows so much about me that I don’t have to explain these little pieces of myself to him. It’s just known to him, much like I’m aware of his preferences like the back of my hand.
We eat in comfortable silence for a little while together, taking in the evening sky. As the sun starts to set, I look over at him and I can’t help but comment how perfect tonight has been.
“This is really nice, Tucker. Thanks for doing all this.” I wave at the picnic area he set up. “I’m surprised how romantic this is.”
“Well, it’s not like I haven’t taken a girl on a date before, Baylee.” He scoffs.
“I know, but still... it’s me. I never saw myself being on a date with you.”
“Is it weird for you? Being on a date with me?” he asks. It seems like, for the first time, a little bit of vulnerability is creeping in .
“No. I’ve dreamed of me being the girl on a date with you for as long as I knew what a date was.” I crumple my paper from my sandwich and place it beside me. “But don’t forget, I’ve always watched from the sidelines. I never thought you’d take me on a date.”
He nods, then looks out at the view in front of us. He stays silent, as if he’s processing what to say.
Finally, he speaks, “Yeah, I won’t say I always predicted this happening between us.
You and I were in different stages for so long.
I can’t lie and say I’ve fantasized about us together our whole lives, Baylee.
You were too young for a long time. But last year, something changed.
I felt it. I saw you in a different light and I haven’t been the same.
Now I want to explore what we could be.”
“What changed? Why will you try now and not last year?” I ask him. I still don’t get why he had to wait until right now to finally take this leap with me.
“Will you accept that I just had to pull my head out of my ass?” He looks at me. “That’s the only explanation I can give.”
“If that’s the truth, then yes.” The way his eyes rake over my body, I want to rip his clothes off and lick him all over.
“So, can I have my way with you now?” I blurt. Finding ways to let out pieces of myself again is freeing and fun. I think it’s because Tucker makes me feel safe.
“I’m starting to feel like you’re just after me for one thing, Baylee,” he says.
“Oh, and what’s that?” I ask, inching my body closer.
“A little release,” he says, his eyes watching me eat up the space between us. He licks his lips, and I know he’s not mad about the fact I’m getting closer to him.
“Well, a girl has needs.” I shrug. “But I can just say goodnight and head downstairs and take out my trusty vibrator instead. If you think your little friend can’t help me, that is.
I mean, is he a micro-thing, is that it?
” I pout while looking down at his crotch.
“Oh no, Tucker.” I gasp. “Do you have a micro-penis?”
Tucker moves so quickly that I’m laying on the blanket, my laughter the only sound surrounding us.
“Micro-penis? What the fuck, Baylee.” He looks horrified. Right then he grinds his hips into me. “There’s nothing micro about me, including my dick.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I need to see to be sure,” I tell him even though I can feel the bulge against my thigh.
Shit, it is so long and thick. My pussy is getting wetter by the second in anticipation of him being inside me.
“I swear, Baylee, if you even think of calling me small or micro in any way again, I will fucking spank that ass.” He brings his lips to my ear and nibbles on my earlobe. “Or maybe I’ll put you on your knees and have to shut you up another way.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan and I can feel my nipples harden with the mere mention of having that kind of control over Tucker.
“I know the thought of that turns you on, doesn’t it, Bay?” He moves his lips along my jaw, his beard leaving a burn on my skin.
Soon he kisses me and there’s nothing sweet about our connection. He deepens our kiss and I can’t help the moan he pulls from me. I swear if this wasn’t a shared space, I would be pulling his clothes off and fucking him right here.
“Tucker, if you don’t take me back to the apartment, I won’t care if we have an audience. I will literally take your clothes off right here and fuck you for everyone to see.” I’m getting hot just thinking about it.
“No one sees this pussy but me, you understand me, Baylee?” He nibbles my collarbone.
Then he does something unexpected. He moves his hand up my calf and my thigh. It feels like every touch of his fingers along my skin is igniting a fire in my body. Then he moves that hand along the waistband of my leggings .
“How wet is this pussy for me?” he asks.
The dirty talking is only egging me on even more. I’m writhing beneath him. I bite down on my bottom lip. He’s looking up at me, as if he’s waiting for me to grant him access. I open wider for him, the only permission he needs, and then I watch his hand move beneath my pants.
I feel his fingers graze my sensitive clit and I can’t help the involuntary lift my hips do when I feel him move along my folds.
“Fuck, Baylee, you’re so fucking wet,” he says. “I’m going to make you come, baby.”
“Yes, please.” I’m already so close.
He inserts a finger then adds another. The way he curls his fingers inside me, then plays with my clit, it’s bliss.
I see stars. I swear, no other man has been this good at playing with my pussy.
I gyrate my hips while Tucker pumps into me, and I’m coming so soon while telling him how good it feels.
I can’t stay quiet and I don’t even care.
Tucker doesn’t seem to mind how loud I’m being. He’s cheering me on, telling me how hot I am while I’m coming. It’s unexpected, yet something I find completely in Tucker’s character.
Once I come down from my high, I open my eyes and find Tucker inserting the two fingers he just had inside me into his own mouth.
“Mmm, I guess I don’t need dessert anymore.”
Damn, he’s dirty and I’m completely here for it.