18. Baylee
Baylee
If I close my eyes, I can still feel him inside me.
“Earth to Baylee.” Sydney snaps her fingers.
“Huh?” I turn my head to look over at my friends staring at me.
“Oh my gosh. What’s with you this afternoon?” Jada laughs into her matcha latte. “Did you get laid or something?”
I turn my face toward the window, hoping the warmth in my cheeks doesn’t give me away.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Sydney yells.
“Shhhhh.” My eyes bulge out when I look their way. “Be quiet. I don’t need the whole coffee shop to hear you.”
“Like they care. I bet half this joint got some on a Saturday night at a frat party.” Jada waves her comment off.
“Who’s the guy?” Sydney asks.
Neither of them know about my history with Tucker. All they know is that I transferred from Connecticut and that I’m from Boston. They know I’m living with a friend and that he’s a guy.
“No one from school,” I tell them. “You don’t know him. ”
“Ah, so a friend?” Jada asks. “Like a friend with benefits?” She waggles her eyebrows.
“I don’t think so?” I say, although it comes out more like a question.
“You better know for sure. I had something like that a while back, and it was definitely a sad state when I realized it was a friends with benefits situation, after I found him with one of my dorm mates a week later. Turns out we weren’t official. I learned my lesson,” Sydney tells me.
My coffee feels like a rock in my stomach. I’m not the type to date multiple people at the same time. I’ve always been a monogamous dater. Growing up, I saw Tucker date people in high school, but I know that’s not quite the case as he’s gotten older.
Fuck. Maybe I should have clarified this situation before we did anything intimate. I’m such a fool. I already had feelings going into this. I internally roll my eyes.
Jada and Sydney move on to another conversation; unbeknownst to them I’m reeling over here at the fact that I started something and I’m already in love with the person I just slept with.
They have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this with Tucker.
Shit, they don’t know who Tucker is to me.
They really have no idea what my life is beyond school; we’ve only known each other a few weeks.
Once we finish up our coffees, we disperse, and I walk to the library. I have a study group to meet up with. Jada has a shift at a bookstore down the street and Sydney has a date with Jacob. Apparently, he asked her out. Fucking finally.
I’m walking through the campus, the library in my line of sight, when I feel eyes on me.
I look over my shoulder, my skin prickling with awareness.
The campus is quiet this afternoon, students simply moving about from their dorms to random areas with friends.
Because of the late hour, it’s pretty quiet on campus right now.
Still, that eerie feeling continues. I pull my phone out of my pocket, just in case I need to make a phone call. The moment I reach the door of the library, I breathe a sigh of relief. Something about being in an enclosed space brings a sense of peace.
I walk through the doors and make sure to ask one of my classmates to give me a ride home instead of taking an Uber home alone. Something unsettling about that short walk from the coffee shop to the library has set off alarm bells.
I’m sitting on the couch early the next morning, wide awake.
After I got home, I passed out on the couch.
Once my study session ended yesterday, I got a ride and crashed immediately when I got home.
The apartment was so quiet without Tucker, and I’ll admit, he wiped me out with our sex-fest the night before.
He kept me up when he was off from his shift, not that I’m complaining. It was pretty memorable and I’m still pinching myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Now I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole on my computer, lost in a search of piercings that I can’t seem to get out of. This is fascinating.
I hear someone at the door and Tucker comes in quietly.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“Hey. I wasn’t expecting you to be up.” He seems surprised to see me at the couch.
He walks over and grabs my chin and plants a kiss on my lips as if he’s done it hundreds of times before.
“Why are you awake already? You studying?” He juts his chin toward my laptop, unable to see my screen.
“Not in the way you think,” I say as I feel my cheeks heat.
Tucker walks over to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee. He’s opening a cupboard for a mug.
“If you’re not studying at this hour, what are you doing?” he asks, his back to me .
“I got curious about piercings after the other night. I mean, your dick is mesmerizing, Tucker. How am I supposed to go back to a regular one after yours?” I bite down on my lower lip, knowing he’s going to react to my comment. That’s exactly why I said it.
I avoid looking up, keeping my eyes fixed on my computer. He slams the cabinet and stalks toward the couch, eyes locked on me, arms crossed over his chest.
Innocently, I look up at him, blinking as if I didn’t say anything offensive.
“What? Can I help you?” I say nonchalantly.
He grabs my laptop gently, knowing I need it for school, and places it on the coffee table. Then he proceeds to grab my ankles and pull me down so I’m lying flat on the couch. He cages his forearms on either side of my head, hovering his large body over me.
“Excuse me, but did I just hear you correctly? Did you just compliment my dick then proceed to discuss fucking someone else after me?” He pushes his half-hard dick into me and heat is already pooling in my core. Why is this so hot?
“Well, Tucker, I mean, you’ve sort of ruined it for me with other guys,” I push his buttons a little further.
“Are you fucking serious, Baylee?” He brings his lips into the crook of my neck and bites right below my earlobe. I feel an electrical current down to my pussy. This man is sinful and delicious in all the right ways.
“Am I saying something wrong, Tucker?” I laugh and bring my hands into his hair, loving that I can now touch him in this way.
He pulls my hands out of his ginger strands and brings them above my head and pins them there.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I think we need to get something straight.
You see, this pussy”—he pushes his cock into me to emphasize his point—“is all mine. And if I have it my way, you won’t need to go back to a regular dick after this because my dick is all yours. ”
I moan as he rubs up against me. My sleep shorts are so thin that every movement against my center is sending jolts through my entire body. I’m panting and moaning as he gyrates his body directly over my clit, and I’m close to detonating already.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whimper, I’m desperate for him.
“Oh yeah? So, you agree I’m all you need?” He continues at a leisurely pace as he thrusts against my center, kissing down my neck, his beard scratching my skin as he travels down my body.
“Yes, you’re all I’ll ever need, Tucker,” I moan.
“That’s a good girl,” he tells me. Then he pulls away, letting go of my hands and sits back, as if he wasn’t just about to get me off with the friction of our bodies moving against one another.
I groan from the loss. “What the hell, Tucker?”
“It was a long shift, Baylee.” He rubs his hand down his face. Then he grabs my laptop off the table and opens it. “Plus, let me see this research you were doing.”
I stare at him, completely perplexed by the turn of events. My mouth hangs open. He’s gotta be joking.
“Are you fucking serious?” I yell at him, shoving him with my foot.
“Oh I am,” he tells me, looking at the screen. “You think you can talk about fucking other guys and get away with it?” He smirks.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I’m actually not, and you know it. Many say I’m a giant teddy bear.”
“They’re wrong,” I huff.
“Wow, you really took a deep dive into the pierced dick pool here, Bay.” He whistles. “This is intense.” He turns his head. “This looks painful.” He turns the screen toward me.
“Yes, I know. But your piercing doesn’t look like a walk in the park either.” My eyes go wide.
“Yeah, it wasn’t. I was in my twenties, not much older than you, and curious. Probably stupid. Wanted to enhance the experience for my partner. So, I did it. Haven’t gotten any complaints.” He shrugs.
“Were you getting complaints before?” I ask him, shocked if he said he was. “I mean, you’re not small.”
“Well thank you. Keep the compliments coming, please.” He smiles.
“Tucker, you know you have a huge dick. I mean, you’re huge in every aspect. So, yes, Tuck, you have a gigantic cock. There, happy?” I roll my eyes.
“The eye roll isn’t really necessary, but I love the gigantic dick part,” he says, still looking at my computer screen.
“Are you really not going to take care of my needs right now?” I whine.
“No, because I think a lesson is to be learned here,” he says as he puts his nose up.
A lesson, huh? I think two can play at this game. I take a moment for him to continue scrolling the images in front of him and for his blue balls to really settle in.
Then I stand up and stretch in front of him, reaching my arms up to the ceiling.
“Well, I guess I’ll get ready for my day.” I grasp the hem of my top and pull it over my head and off, revealing my breasts for him. It has the desired effect and Tucker’s green eyes move from the screen directly to my chest.
He immediately closes the lid to my laptop and moves it next to him on the couch. I attempt to move away from him, but he’s too quick and wraps his arms around my legs, pulling me into the space between his legs .
“On second thought, maybe you do need a little attention,” he tells me.
“Oh really?” I laugh.
“Yeah.” He captures one of my breasts in his mouth. The minute his tongue swirls around my nipple, I moan and I throw my head back. I’m incredibly sensitive in my breasts and it’s a direct connection to my core. I move my legs to straddle him and he grabs my ass, squeezing it.
“I’m addicted to you already, Baylee,” he says, his mouth traveling to my other breast. “I thought about you the entire time I was on shift.”
I comb my fingers through his hair, and he uses his teeth to bite down before he sucks hard on my nipple. The sting only spurs me on to move my hips faster along his cock.
“I need you naked, Tucker. I need you inside me. I’m not kidding,” I tell him.
He slaps my ass, and I take it as a command to get up again. He stands behind me and pulls my sleep shorts off. I don’t have any underwear on, and he swears his approval behind me.
Without expecting it, he bends down and bites my ass, then quickly follows with an open-mouthed kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“Mmm,” is the only response I can muster.
“Bend over, hands on the back of couch,” he orders.
I hear him rummaging to remove his clothing. I look behind me and see he’s naked in record time. He’s holding a condom in one hand, while he’s stroking his cock with the other.
I lick my lips in anticipation of him entering me.
He sheaths himself and moves behind me, passing his dick through my folds. That simple movement is enough to cause shudders to pass through me.
He brings his lips to the shell of my ear.
“You were made for me, Firefly. You take me so perfectly,” he says.
Then he slaps my ass, and the sting is felt straight to my pussy.
He pushes my lower body down slightly, causing my hips to be slightly higher.
Then he grabs my hips and lines himself up.
Before I have enough time to process it, he slams into me.
We both moan at the same time. He stays seated in me for a second, both of us getting used to the feeling of how full he makes me.
That fucking piercing hits in the perfect spot right away.
This angle is downright intense. Without it, I have no doubt his girth and length would already be enough, but add that bulb at his tip, it feels like he’s hitting my G-spot with every stroke.
The minute he starts moving, I swear I see stars. I’m white-knuckling the back of the couch and I hang my head, breathing through my nose, trying to last longer than a few strokes. It’s not long and I’m already feeling my climax rolling through me.
He’s pounding into me and I’m on the brink of coming. This man makes me feel like my skin and body are on fire from the minute he enters me. I’ve never felt this kind of need before.
“Baylee, I can feel you choking my dick again. Fuck, I’m going to come with you,” he tells me.
The fact that I make him crazy in the same way he pushes me to the edge brings a power over me. I love that we have this chemistry together. He brings his hand onto my lower back, making sure I stay at the right angle. The friction against my G-spot is too much and I feel my orgasm building.
“Tucker, harder, right there.” I match his rhythm, pushing my ass back against him, scared to lose my climax.
He increases his own speed, pumping in and out of me, the slapping of our skin and panting the only sounds bouncing off the walls around us.
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect for me, baby,” he yells out.
Right then I detonate at his words and shortly after that I feel him fill the condom inside me. His movements slow and I then feel his lips move against my spine, ascending until his lips reach my neck.
He grabs my hair to bring me upright. My head comes up and back, capturing my lips with his own and captivating me with a punishing kiss. I lose myself in him once again.
I’ve always loved him, but I somehow fall deeper. Tucker Malloy holds every part of me within his grasp and I never want him to let me go.