Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TUCKER
She’s leaning into me, her face pressed to my neck, the fire crackling behind her, and this might be the most content I’ve ever been in my life.
I’m also about to fuck the hell out of her.
“Hot,” she says and leans back to yank her jacket off, tossing it aside. But she doesn’t stop there.
No, my girl pulls her top off and throws it with the jacket and then smiles down at me, all sassy and heavy lidded. Every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had in my life.
“Better,” she says and wiggles her hot pussy against my raging hard cock. “Mm, is that a . . . I’m too drunk to finish that. You should take your pants off.”
“Your seduction skills are amazing.” I grin up at her and plunge one hand into her hair, making a fist at her nape, and pull her to me. “On a scale of I won’t remember this in the morning to I’m a little floaty, how drunk are you?”
“I’m more like My lips are a little tingly, but I’m going to remember every fucking thing you do to me tonight.”
Grinning at her, I let my hands drift up and down her bare back, over her scars.
“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, Duchess.”
“I love that for me,” she murmurs before my lips collide with hers, and I lose myself to her, grinding up into her, fucking obsessed with the way she feels in my arms.
I tilt her head back and bite her neck, making her fucking purr.
“Your mouth is so freaking good,” she mutters as her fingers pull at my shirt, trying to tug it up my torso.
Finally, I lean back long enough to get rid of the shirt, and she smiles softly as her fingertips trail over my skin, down my chest to my stomach, and she traces over a scar, making my muscles quiver. “Whoa, don’t drop me in the fire.”
“I would never.”
“Pinky promise.” She holds her little finger up between us, her blue eyes shining in the light of the fire.
Rather than loop my own finger through hers, I lean in and pull the whole digit into my mouth.
Her eyes widen. Her breath catches, the way it does when I push inside her.
And she hasn’t taken those gorgeous baby blues off my face. “Sexiest pinky promise ever.”
I’m so fucked when it comes to this girl.
“I’ll never let you fall,” I whisper as I kiss my way up to her wrist. “I’ll never let you get hurt.”
“Less talking, more fucking.” She rolls her hips, and I laugh as I stand with her in my arms and turn to walk inside the cabin, where I can get her naked and lay her out to get my fill. “Hey, I was excited about firepit sex.”
“I need a little more room than that chair,” I inform her, but manage to get the window open so we can still hear the fire. “Is that better?”
“I like a good compromise.” She nibbles on my neck. “You smell good. I probably smell like a bar.”
“You always smell good, baby.”
I drop her on the bed that I have no intention of letting her ever sleep in again, and work her shoes off before quickly yanking her jeans down her legs. She’s left in her lacy black bra, no panties.
“Duchess?”
“That’s me,” she says as she reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra and then flings it across the room, and I need her perfect tits in my mouth now. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I chuckle as I kick off my own shoes and then tug my pants down and climb over her, resting on my elbows next to her head so I can brush my nose against hers. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear, beautiful girl?”
She bites her lip and wraps her gorgeous, long legs around my hips. My cock nestles perfectly in her already hot slit, and I grind my molars together with the effort of not fucking her senseless right now.
“All the easier for you to get to me.”
She bats her eyelashes, and I can’t help but grin down at her.
“And?”
She loses her smile, and I almost tell her to bring it back.
“I haven’t had the chance to go to the laundromat.”
I blink down at her. I was not expecting that. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I don’t have a washer and dryer here. This is not a sexy conversation. Focus, Hotshot.”
“One second. You’ll do your laundry in the house. You’ll also be sleeping in the house, with me, so we’ll move your stuff inside.”
She blinks at me, and then, to my shock, she laughs.
My girl laughs.
“You’re so bossy. The girls said that you’d make me sleep in there, even though we shouldn’t be doing this at all, because you’re bossy. So bossy.”
“You said that a few times.”
“It’s true.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to be in the house with me?”
“No.” She pulls me closer. “I want to. But first, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk for a freaking week.”
This is the girl of my dreams.
I reverse our positions, and when she’s on top of me, I smack her ass, making her yelp.
“Sit on my face, Duchess.”
She frowns down at me. “I don’t want to kill you, Tucker. You’re too sexy, too nice to me, too—”
“You won’t kill me.”
“It’s called smothering.”
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her and plant wet kisses over her chest.
“Stop arguing with me and sit your perfect cunt on my face so I can eat my fill. Do you understand me?” My voice is hard as I circle her throat with my hand, and her eyes grow almost glassy with lust. “Do what I say, Darby.”
That has her floundering. “You just called me by my government name, so I guess you mean it.”
After lying back down, I guide her up my torso until she’s hovering over my face, her hands braced on the wooden headboard.
“This isn’t sitting. This is squatting.”
“I can’t put all my weight on your mouth, Tucker Hendrix.”
“Challenge accepted.” I smack her ass again and pull her down, my hands gripping onto her hips as she lowers. When I lick right inside her entrance, and she cries out, my cock fills to bursting.
And I was already hard as fuck.
“Hmm,” I hum against her as I lap and kiss and suck, and her hips move in circles as she grinds down on me, riding my face like a fucking bull-riding champ.
Fuck yes.
“Tucker! God, your mouth could end wars. But if you put it on anyone else, I will cut their eyes out.”
I chuckle against her and suck my way up to her clit. I can see her writhing above me, shivering and losing herself in the sensations.
When her legs start to shake, I easily reverse our position again, spread her wide, and fucking devour her.
“Tucker!” she screams as she comes hard into my mouth, bucking against me. Before she can come down from that high, I quickly move up her body and plunge right inside her, until I’m buried to the hilt, and she grabs onto me, as if she wants me even closer. “Fuck yes. Yes yes yes yes.”
“Yes?” I pull out and then push back in again, and she moans. “Your pussy is perfect. The taste, how wet you get, the way you feel wrapped around my cock. Every bit of it is absolutely perfect, and all mine. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
I’m pounding into her now, unable to hold back. Christ my entire body is buzzing with the need to claim her, to mark her as mine.
“Tucker,” her voice breaks as she crests over into another orgasm, shattering beautifully beneath me, her pussy rippling around me and pulling my own climax from me.
I come inside her, my forehead on hers, both of us breathing the same goddamn air.
“Wow,” she says as she starts to catch her breath. “I’ve never done the drunk-sex thing before, but it’s fucking fun.”
I smirk and kiss her delectable lips until I have to come up for air.
“Still drunk, baby?”
“Nah, closer to sober now. Whew.” She drags her nails lightly up and down my back, making me groan and begin to harden again, still inside her.
“Let’s go to the house,” I murmur against her neck. “And settle in for the night.”
“We can move my stuff tomorrow.”
“Excellent plan.” I stand and then pull her off the bed and into my arms.
“Wait, are you carrying me over there naked?”
“That’s part of the excellent plan, yes. No one but the wildlife will see us.”
“Scandalous.”