17. Tucker
Tucker
The minute we get back to the apartment, we toss everything from the picnic on the floor and Baylee pounces on me. She wraps her arms around my neck, with her legs around my waist. I palm her ass as I kiss her. We can’t keep our hands or lips off one another.
I kick the door closed while I walk us deeper into the apartment.
I’m tempted to find the nearest surface and fuck her right there, but I can’t have our first time be just anywhere.
I need to take my time with her. After I just had a taste of her while upstairs, it took all my self-control not to strip her bare and take her right then and there.
I walk us back to my room and the moment I’m close enough to the bed, I lay her onto the mattress. She stretches out on the mattress, her hair splaying across my comforter and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Fuck, she’s stunning.
She pushes herself up and pulls on my shirt to bring my body on top of her. I decide not to give her what she wants so easily. She protests with a growl.
“Calm down, Firefly,” I tell her as I toe my shoes off.
I grab the waistband of her leggings, and she bites down on her lower lip. I pull her pants down, only leaving her panties on her lower half, exposing the goosebumps along her skin as I pull the fabric down. Next to come off are her shoes. Everything is thrown to the floor.
“You nervous?” I ask her.
She shakes her head as she moves her hands up and squeezes her breasts. Damn, she’s so sexy.
“You’ll let me know if you want me to stop?” I don’t want to push too much tonight.
“I want all of you, Tucker,” she whispers.
I crouch down to the floor. She comes up on her elbows so our eyes stay connected. I begin to plant open-mouthed kisses along the inner part of her ankles. She opens her legs wider for me as I trail up her leg.
“Tucker,” she moans, the anticipation building.
“Yes, baby.” I keep my eyes on her. “What do you want? Tell me.”
“You. It’s always been you.” She keeps palming her breasts and pinching her nipples. She must be extra sensitive on her breasts. I’ll have to keep that in mind.
I’m right at the juncture of her legs and I can see the wet mark on her underwear. I poke my tongue out and lick that spot. She moans and gyrates her hips. She’s so fucking turned on and I’m so hard, I need to get these jeans off.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot right now, Bay,” I tell her.
“You have too many clothes on, Tucker.”
Getting her hot and bothered is exactly my plan.
I give her a sly smile and grab my shirt from behind my neck and pull. I hear a soft sigh from Baylee, and I won’t lie how it feeds my ego.
I throw my shirt to the side with her pants and move to hover over her, stealing a kiss from her.
There’s nothing soft about the way we’re moving now.
Her fingers dig into my back, and I know she’s leaving marks with her long nails.
It only spears me on—I bring my lips to her neck and I suck hard, leaving my own mark on her that I know she’ll see come morning.
I move lower and bring her shirt up and over her head. Her bra is black and lacy. I can see her nipples through the fabric and if it’s even possible, my dick is getting harder through my jeans.
“Shit, Baylee, you’re breathtaking.” I bring my palm to her chest and squeeze her right breast.
She moans in response, arching her back and pushing her breast into me.
Then I pull the fabric down, freeing the one breast. I bring my lips over the peeked nipple and suck it.
I do the same thing to the opposite breast. She gets frustrated with the bra and rips it off entirely. I can’t help the laugh that escapes.
She palms my face and brings my lips to hers and begins kissing me again.
Soon she’s fumbling with the button on my jeans and pushing the fly down.
She uses her feet to push my pants down as we continue to make-out like teens.
Now we only have our underwear separating us from being completely naked and I’m going to combust if I’m not inside her.
She continues touching me, her small hands exploring me, moving under the waistband of my boxers. The minute her hand touches my dick I can’t help the intake of breath. I’ve been so turned on, any movement in this direction, I run the risk of blowing my load and embarrassing myself.
I feel her smile against my lips as she starts to move her hand further down my shaft. It’s not until she gets closer to the head of my cock that she stills, which I was expecting.
“Tucker, is that—is that a piercing?” she asks. She doesn’t sound horrified; that’s something at least. She sounds intrigued.
She still has her hand on my dick and I can’t help thrusting because it feels so fucking good with her hand wrapped around my shaft .
“Yes,” I moan.
“I’ve, um, never been with someone pierced before.” She smiles.
“Okay,” I say. “Is that, uh, a problem?”
“No, I just don’t know much about them,” she says shyly.
“Well, it’s supposed to be more pleasurable for you.” I drop by head and kiss her neck. She still has her hand on my cock and she’s stroking me and I’m really having a hard time forming words.
“Oh.” She’s squeezing me. “You’re really big. Like, you’d probably hit all my spots without that.”
“Bay, baby, I’m seconds away from blowing my load in your hand. I need you to stop for a sec or I’m going to bust before you even get a shot at this.”
“Oh, sorry.” She laughs.
“Don’t be sorry. I got it a while ago and yes, I’m big, but I swear, it’ll feel good. Does it freak you out?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you want to wait? We can do other things if you’re not ready to do this tonight.”
“No, I want to,” she tells me. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Do you not want to do this?” She almost looks hurt.
“Baylee, I want this. I just don’t want to push you or make you feel like you have to do this.”
“Tucker, don’t you get it? You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do this with,” she admits.
I look into her eyes and the genuine affection from her is palpable.
I lean down and capture her lips. There’s nothing fast-paced to my movements. I’m slow and purposeful, knowing deep down she is a piece of my past, my present, and my future.
I move my kisses down her neck, collar bone, chest, belly, and navel. I’m then peeling her underwear down her body and throwing them over my shoulder .
I open her legs, and I swipe my tongue through her folds, while she grabs my hair and moans my name on her lips. I don’t let her come, but I savor the feeling of her pussy against my lips for a few seconds, before I pull away.
I take my own boxers off, kneel in front of her, and stroke my dick as she marvels at the sight of me.
She watches as the moonlight shines on the jewelry at the end of my cock, probably wondering how that will work inside of her.
Her eyes are full of wonder and lust as I grab the condom that I threw next to us on the mattress.
I peel it open and roll it on. I bring my fingers to her center, even though I know she’s wet enough. But I want to push two fingers inside her anyway, hearing her moan before my cock replaces my fingers.
“Baylee, there’s nothing slow or gentle about how I fuck,” I tell her as I move my cock through her folds once I move my fingers out of the way.
“What makes you think I want gentle?” she tells me.
That’s my girl.
Without another word, I slam into her, and she grabs the mattress and yells out while I moan.
“Fuck you’re so tight, Baylee,” I tell her as I clench my teeth, breathing through my nose.
“Holy shit, I’m so fucking full,” she says.
I pull out and watch myself push back in. We fit perfectly together. We find our rhythm and I look down and watch myself pump in and out of her. I can’t believe how hot we look right now. I keep one hand on her hip, while another hand moves up to grab her breast and tease her nipple.
I angle myself over her and that slight change causes her to moan louder.
“Oh my, Tucker. Fuck,” she yells. “Right there, it feels so good.”
“Yeah, you feel it?” I bet the piercing is rubbing against the G-spot perfectly .
“Yes, right there. Keep doing that.” Soon she’s calling out my name and watching her come on my dick is probably my new favorite thing. Her walls constrict around my cock and I see her skin flush as she climaxes. Fuck, she’s beautiful. I continue at this angle until she comes down from her high.
She opens her eyes afterwards and I continue pumping into her, knowing I can get another out of her. I lay back and have her ride me.
“Ride me to another orgasm, Bay,” I tell her.
She rests her palms on my chest and starts gyrating her hips. I bring my hands to her breasts and pinch her nipples, watching how beautiful she looks from this angle. Then I can’t help it and decide to sit up as well and pull one into my mouth.
“Fuck, everything is sensitive, Tucker,” she moans. “Your dick is fucking magical.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes. Then I pull her lips into a punishing kiss.
She then pushes me down and starts riding me to find her release again.
I can feel her tighten around me and she’s chasing another orgasm.
She arches her back, placing her hands on my thighs, throwing her head back and moaning.
I pinch her nipple on one breast as I play with her clit with my other hand.
I’m not going to last watching her lose herself on me like this. It’s euphoric. It’s so fucking hot.
“Fuck, Bay, I’m going to come, baby,” I moan.
“Tucker, fuck, you feel so good,” she tells me as she rides me. Soon she detonates and her whole body begins to shake as she comes on me.
I take hold of her hips and begin to pump into her feverishly.
I welcome the warmth that snakes down my spine and soon I’m following with my own orgasm, shooting my cum into the condom.
My vision goes dark, my breathing labored, and Baylee lays her body onto my chest, sweat beading off both our bodies .
After what feels like hours, our breathing finally calms down and I open my eyes. I brush her hair away from her face and she lifts her head to rest her chin on my chest. Her eyes are sated, and she has a soft smile on her face. She carefully pulls herself off me and lays at my side.
“That was”—she turns onto her back and covers her face with her hands—“fucking amazing.” Her shoulders start shaking.
Is she crying? Fuck. No.
“Baylee?” I hesitate and move up on my elbow.
It’s only then I realize she’s softly laughing.
“That was fucking incredible. Holy shit, your dick is—insane!”
“Um, thanks?” I say, even though it’s slightly strange in a way.
“I’ve never come like that during sex before, like ever,” she admits.
Huh?
She gets up and heads to the bathroom.
“Hold on, what do you mean?” I follow her, but she closed the door.
I talk through the door, “Baylee, what do you mean by that, exactly?”
She yells from the other side, “Exactly what I said. I haven’t been able to come from sex alone. I usually have to like, you know, finish myself off.”
I stand there, sort of baffled. I grab a tissue on the dresser to clean myself up and toss it while I wait for her. She opens the bathroom door and I pin her to the wall.
“So, you’re telling me I’m the first person to make you come during sex with my dick?”
“Yeah,” she laughs.
I move my mouth to the shell of her ear. “I’m sorry, but that sort of does things to me, sweetheart. I think we should do it again and see if it was a fluke or something.” I waggle my brows and kiss her on the lips.
“Oh really? Maybe we should. I mean, it would probably be a good idea to test it out,” she agrees.
“Yeah, let’s start now.” I grab her and toss her on the bed.
And I make good on my promise, and we test out the theory two more times. Turns out it wasn’t a fluke. I do, in fact, have a magically insane dick, per Baylee Rios.
The last thirty-six hours have been magical. I’m trying to be quiet as I shower before my next twenty-four shift at the station. I hate that I have to leave Baylee, but it’s part of the job. I’ve got my head under the water when I hear the shower door open, and hands move around me.
Soft open kisses begin to trail my back, then Baylee comes into my line of sight.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Hey, baby, I’m sorry I woke you.”
“You didn’t really. I just moved over in bed and didn’t feel you next to me anymore.” She pouts and I kiss her.
“I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” I smile.
“Well, since you’re going to be gone, I thought maybe I should give you a little something to help tide you over until you get back home,” she says.
Before I can question more, she gets on her knees and soon her lips are opening around the head of my cock. Her tongue swirls around my piercing, then plays with the sensitive skin of my head.
She moves her lips to engulf my cock and before I can react further, she’s bobbing her head to take me deeper. I can’t keep my hands from running through her hair and my hips move of their own accord at a steady rhythm. Shit, her mouth is so warm and so tight .
She sucks me off so good. I look down and her eyes open to look up at me.
“I love your fucking mouth, Baylee.”
She brings her hand to my balls, squeezing and playing with them. That combination and the way she starts moving faster with her mouth, I’m soon telling her, “I’m coming. You better move if you don’t want me to come down your throat.”
She stays where she is, and I detonate down her throat. It feels like the ropes of cum are nonstop and she takes every single drop proudly.
Once the last drop is swallowed, she stands up, and I bring her up into my arms, pushing her up against the wall and kissing her.
“You are perfection,” I tell her.
“Our pieces fit together perfectly,” she whispers into my ear.
And truer words have never been spoken. She and I fit together perfectly, indeed.