Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TUCKER
Ithought I was seeing things when I walked into the bedroom and found my girl lying face down on the bed, her smooth legs bare, shirt riding up and barely covering her amazing ass, giving me a glimpse at black underwear. Fucking hell, I want to get my hands on her more than I want my next breath.
“We don’t need to go downstairs,” I inform her as I crawl onto the bed next to her and pull her against my chest and wrap my arms around her. She drags her leg up my thigh and to my hip, and the smile on her lips tells me everything I need to know.
She wants to be right here, in my bed. I’ll never ask her to leave. She can stay forever if she wants to.
“Do you have any idea how absolutely gorgeous you are?” My voice is a whisper. I can’t stop touching her, my fingertips drifting up and down her bare thigh, sending goose bumps over her perfect skin. “How incredible you are?”
“I’m just a normal girl, Tucker.”
I kiss her forehead, breathing her in. She smells like lavender and . . . mine.
“You’re not just anything, sweetheart. Not to me.”
“What is this that’s going on between us?” she asks, her blue eyes suddenly serious as they search my own. “It’s so fast and—”
“Fast? I’ve wanted you for more than five years. Trust me, that’s slow even for me.”
She huffs out a laugh, and I can’t keep my lips to myself any longer. I lean in and kiss her, and she whimpers in the back of her throat, the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard, as her mouth opens for me and my tongue swipes over hers, making us both moan.
Her hips push forward, rubbing against my hard-as-fuck cock that’s not happy about being trapped behind the sweatpants I changed into while she was in the shower.
Her pussy is already hot, and I need to get my hands and mouth and, ultimately, my cock on it. I want to touch her everywhere at once. I want to consume her.
“I’m going to worship this hot little cunt of yours,” I whisper against her lips. Her blue eyes blow wide, and she stares at me for a half a heartbeat and then kisses me again, as if she’s ravenous.
As if she’s been waiting for this forever.
“I like seeing you in my shirt.” My lips drift down her jawline to her neck, and I roll her onto her back so I can take my time exploring her.
“My shirt.”
I grin against her skin and then bite her, making her squirm.
“I’m going to fuck you in my shirt,” I continue as my hand drifts down her chest and cups her perfect breast, plucking at her nipple over the cotton, and she bites her pouty lower lip. “So sensitive.”
“Tucker,” she whispers, and my cock pulses in my pants at the sound of my name on her lips.
“I’m right here.” I scoot down, kissing her over the shirt, and then pull that tight nipple into my mouth, soaking her and the material with my saliva.
Her back arches, pushing her breasts up in the most beautiful offering I’ve ever had.
Christ, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
“Shocking,” she says, and then moans when I bite her nipple. “Oh God, that’s good.”
“I need to know how much pain you like, Duchess. I need to know everything because I’ll never do anything that you don’t want.”
“The bite felt awesome. You can smack my ass, pull my hair, do just about everything except draw blood, Tucker. I’m not fragile.”
I boost back up and kiss her hard and hungrily, groaning into her mouth.
My hand glides down her stomach, and I pull the shirt up so I can dip my fingers into her underwear, and I groan again when I find her already wet as my fingers slip through her slit, from her entrance to her pulsing clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
“I’ve been like this for weeks,” she confirms with a chuckle, and then moans when I skim my finger over her again, moving back and forth until her hips circle in time with my rhythm. “Oh God.”
I pepper her face with kisses and then move down the bed, and she sits upright, her gorgeous face suddenly panicked.
Absolutely not.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to see you.” With my hand pressed to her breastbone, I push her back, relieved when she doesn’t fight me. “All of you. Be a good girl and lie back for me.”
She bites her lip, her blue eyes on fire, and I pull her underwear down her legs, then press them to my nose and take a deep breath.
“Holy shit, that shouldn’t be so hot,” she whispers.
“I own these now.”
She doesn’t argue as I set them carefully aside, and then I nudge my shoulders between her smooth thighs and press wet kisses on the velvety skin there, making her squirm.
“I might be ticklish.”
I smile, licking where her leg meets her center. “You’ll forget all about that in a second.”
“Tucker?”
I look up at her and pause at the frown on her gorgeous face. “Yeah, baby?”
“No one’s ever . . .” She clears her throat. “I’m no virgin, but no one has ever—”
“What we’re not going to do,” I say calmly as I nuzzle my nose over her pubis, “is talk about the fact that either of us has ever been with someone else. That’s a given, and doesn’t need to be discussed, unless there are diseases or children involved.”
I raise an eyebrow, and she shakes her head.
“Good. Now, the fact that no one has ever eaten this fucking gorgeous pussy is both a travesty and the best news I’ve ever heard because that means it’s mine and only mine.”
With our eyes still locked, I lean in and brush my nose over her clit, and she whimpers. When my tongue makes the same motion, she sucks in a deep breath and holds it.
And when I melt into her, pushing my tongue inside her pussy and sucking her lips into my mouth, she raises her hips off the bed and cries out, her fingers threading into my hair and holding on tight.
“Oh God. Fuck, Tucker, yes.”
I move my tongue up and down her slit, drinking in every delicious drop of her. And when I push two fingers into her tight pussy, she clamps around them, and I can feel the walls already trembling around me, on the verge of an orgasm.
“Are you going to come for me, you perfect girl?” Fuck, she’s amazing. Her little noises, the way she smells, and absolutely the way she tastes on my tongue. I’ll never get enough of her. I’ll be craving this with her for the rest of my life.
“Shit yes. Jesus, I need to come.”
I push her legs wide, opening her to me more, and lap at her, making her move her head side to side, her breaths coming fast and shallow.
And suddenly, her legs start to shake, and I realize that I’m humping my fucking bed, grinding my hard, weeping cock into the mattress, and on the precipice of coming myself as I consume her. Fuck, I’m addicted to her after just the first time. This will never be enough.
“Tucker!”
“Come for me, Duchess. Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
I can’t stop my hips from pushing as she shatters against my mouth, squirting all over me and making a spectacular mess of my bed.
“Pull that shirt up.” My voice is hard, commanding, as I boost up onto my knees and pull my cock out, stroking hard and fast, and I come all over her stomach and pussy, thick ropes of cum joining the mess she already made. “Fuuuuuuck.”
We’re both breathing hard, our eyes pinned to each other as I lean over and kiss her.
She clings to me, holding me to her as she kisses me back.
“I taste good,” she whispers against my lips, and I swear to God, my cock jerks.
“You are the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” I reply and then nuzzle her nose. “And the sexiest damn woman ever born.”
She sighs contentedly, but I suck on her neck, and she makes that sweet little whimper in the back of her throat that I love.
“That was just round one, Duchess.”
“There are rounds?”
“Several,” I confirm, and nibble up to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you all night long. I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
“Mm, I’m so down for that.”
I go to pick her up, to take her to the shower so I can wash us off and start all over again, but her phone starts to ring.
“Shit,” she whispers and rolls to the side of the bed where her phone sits and grabs it. “This is Dr. Fisher.”
“Take it.”
I run my hand up and down her back, still covered in my shirt, when her spine goes rigid, and her eyes fly to mine.
“How far apart are her contractions?”
I can’t hear his responses, but she rubs her hand over her face, and I take that to mean that it’s not good news.
“I’m on my way, just send me the address. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She hangs up and then leans her head on my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, you’re a doctor. Doctors get called out for emergencies.”
She groans and frowns up at me. “But we were just getting started, and—”
“Duchess.” I take her chin in my fingers and lean in to brush my lips over hers. “I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll pick up where we left off when this emergency is over.”
“I’m sorry,” she says again, but I press my lips to her forehead. Christ, she’s the sweetest thing.
“No more apologies. Go hop in the shower and wash us off you. Do you need anything from your cabin?”
She blinks fast, thinking about it. “I’ll need a clean shirt.”
“I’ve got one for you.”
Her smile could light up the night sky. “Yay, a new shirt to steal. No take backs, but I’ll also need one that fits me. Aside from that, my bag is downstairs. I think I’m good.”
“You get cleaned up, and I can run over for the shirt.”
“Just a T-shirt out of the dresser. Any one of them will do.”
She stands and glances back at the bed, and her eyes go wide at the huge wet spot where her pussy was just minutes ago.
“Oh my God.”
“You’re a squirter, Duchess.” I pull her to me and kiss down her neck, not ready to let her go, but I know how important her job is. “And it was fucking delicious.”
“Part of me wants to be embarrassed.”
“Fuck that. I did that on purpose. Damn proud of myself too.”
She laughs and then reaches for her underwear. “I need these. You can have them back another time.”
“Fine. I guess.” I swat her butt. “Get in the shower, Dr. Lexington.”
“You know what really sucks?” she asks as she moves toward the bathroom.
“What?”
“I didn’t even get to see you naked, and I’m really excited for that part.”
I smirk at her and lift my shirt, so she can see my stomach. Her jaw drops, and her eyes widen, and I can’t help but laugh.
“There, you’ve had a peek. Go take that shower.”
“The universe hates me,” she grumbles as she leaves the room, and I rub my hand over my chest, where an ache has set up residence.
I already miss her.