Grace
“My hat!” I squeal as we land on Tucker’s bed and the hat goes flying across the mattress.
“Your hat?” Tucker quirks a brow.
“Mine now,” I reply with a smirk as he reaches over to grab it and hands it back to me. I slide it onto my head, satisfied. “I think it suits me, don’t you?”
“I think you’d suit anything. But yes,” he says with a kiss to my collarbone, “it suits you very well.”
I lose the ability to speak as Tucker continues to kiss his way along every inch of my exposed skin.
Starting at my collarbone, he trails kisses across one shoulder and then the other, his fingertips ghosting along ahead of his lips.
His touches are featherlight, but their impact is anything but.
With every touch of his lips against my skin, he sets it ablaze.
The wind is knocked out of me when he begins his descent down the deep V of my dress, because he doesn’t just pepper kisses along my chest—he bites down on the side of each of my breasts as he passes.
It’s a gentle bite, with his lips pulled over his teeth, but it feels fucking intoxicating.
My self-control wavers and I let out a throaty moan as he retraces his steps, replacing the gentle kisses with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
All the while, I can’t stop my hands from wandering up and down his body.
I alternate between clutching at the back of his jacket, grabbing his biceps and sliding my fingers between his.
I’ve also lost complete control of my hips, grinding and thrusting against his hardened cock.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so turned on.
When my pussy tightens and clenches down on thin air, I realize just how hot and bothered I am. “I need to get the hell out of this dress,” I pant, sucking in a breath.
Tucker chuckles as he climbs off me. “Let me help.” He holds his hand out to me and helps me up.
He twirls me in his arms, stopping in front of the mirror.
We stare at one another in the reflection, a raw hunger echoing in both sets of eyes.
I gasp faintly when his fingertips graze my lower back.
His mouth curves up in a wicked grin as he drags the zipper down my back and over the curve of my ass at a painfully slow pace.
When he reaches the bottom, he snakes his hands back up and across my shoulders, hooking his thumbs beneath the straps and sliding them down.
My dress falls to the floor in one fell swoop, and I’m left standing in nothing but my black lingerie and heels, and his hat.
Taking a step back, Tucker admires me through the reflection.
I watch as his eyes rake up and down my body, devouring me.
Despite his many layers, and my lack of, I can’t even find it in me to feel self-conscious; the way he looks at me fills me with more confidence than I’ve ever felt.
He’s wearing far more than I am, but I drink him in all the same.
His broad shoulders and chest fill out his shirt and jacket just right, and his thick thighs bulge against his pants.
But what really gets my attention is the outline of his hard cock.
My whole body tingles just thinking about getting him undressed and underneath me. But not just yet.
I whirl around to face him and close the distance between us.
With my palm on his chest, I trail my fingers slowly, gently, from his top button, all the way down to his waistband.
I stop just before I reach his bulging erection.
“Lay down,” I instruct with a smirk, gripping his belt and softly pushing him backwards.
“Yes, ma’am.” Still fully dressed, Tucker lays on his back, his eyes glued to mine.
I rest my knees on the end of the bed, kicking off my heels and crawling the three feet between us until I’m between his knees, his strong thighs bracketing me on either side.
The way his eyes flare as he watches me crawl gives me a few ideas to stow away for another day.
A smile lights up his face before he leans in and grabs me under the arms, tugging me closer and kissing me.
It’s languid and unhurried. Our tongues are deliciously tangled, that familiar ache between my legs appearing as he groans into my mouth.
When his hand trails up the front of my throat and wraps around, I whimper desperately into the kiss, but it’s swallowed whole by Tucker.
His other hand traces up and down the bare skin of my arm while my own rest on his muscular chest.
Neither of us can stop kissing the other one.
There’s no coming up for air; we’re each other’s lifeline.
Even as I pull myself higher up his body to give me better access to the waistband of his pants, my lips don’t leave his.
I reach between us and hum into his mouth when my hand touches the cool metal of his belt buckle.
“And just what do you think you’re doin’?” he asks against my mouth.
“You’re a smart boy, Tucker, I’m sure you can figure it out,” I respond, giggling.
Tucker nips at my bottom lip in response, earning himself a breathy gasp.
Belt successfully unbuckled, I set my sights on unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it out of his waistband.
Tucker pushes himself up to sitting and my hands slide over the ridges of muscle in his shoulders and upper back, taking his clothes with me.
When I’m satisfied with my handiwork, I push his chest back until he’s lying against the pillows again.
“God,” I say on an exhale. “You look so fucking handsome.”
There’s a tic in his jaw and his lips edge up in the corners, the faintest trace of a smirk.
My eyes don’t stray from his as I tug down his pants and underwear. He lifts his hips with a grunt, helping me get them over his ass and down his legs. He kicks them off his feet, sending his socks flying off with them.
Sitting back on my heels, I take a second to peruse the beautiful, naked man in front of me. His eyes darken dangerously as he watches me.
“I’m gonna need you to get over here, sweetheart.” His voice is thick with desire and my pussy throbs in response.
I crawl back up between his legs again and claim his lips with mine. He kisses me with a passion that takes my breath away, his tongue dipping between the seam of my lips.
Our lips are still locked when one of Tucker’s large hands sweeps up behind my neck, gathering my hair.
Goosebumps follow in the wake of his touch, warmth chasing them.
When he finally breaks the kiss, I whimper at the loss.
It almost seems insane how desperate I am to have his mouth on mine, but I don’t care.
He merely smiles at me as the other hand brushes gently over the top of my head, knocking the hat right off and catching the loose strands around my face, sweeping them into the makeshift ponytail in his other hand.
It’s not the kind of gesture I’ve experienced before, but fuck if it isn’t one of the hottest. Despite the unfamiliarity of the movement, I know exactly where he wants me, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“I’ve waited far too long to taste you again.
” He groans as he lies back, pulling me by my hair until I come with him—it’s an unknown mix of pain and pleasure that might as well be linked directly between my thighs, because I’m somehow even more turned on than I was before.
I throw my hands down to catch my weight, hovering just above his cock.
My eyes don’t leave his as my tongue darts out, running from base to tip.
He groans again, heating me from the inside out.
I’d do anything to pull these noises from him.
Seeing the physical effect I have on him, even after all these years, is intoxicating.
“I don’t remember you being so responsive.
” I punctuate my teasing words with another leisurely lick.
Instead of the groan I was anticipating, Tucker lets out a low growl.
That alone is enough to have me aching, but he goes and pours salt in the sexually-charged wound by tugging on my hair, somehow both gently and without restraint.
I let out a groan of my own in return, closing my lips around his swollen head and sucking hard.
He lets out a garbled, “Fuck” and takes a second to breathe.
“You’ve always had this effect on me, Gracie,” he admits, his voice deeper and darker.
“Difference is, I never let you see it back then. Used to believe it wasn’t manly to show you what you did to me.
But now? I want you to hear every groan, witness every shudder, feel every grunt. You do this to me, Gracie, only you.”
My heart thumps hard and steady against my chest at his words. He always was such an open communicator, even as a young man. But the adult Tucker openly communicating like this during sex is something else entirely.
Exploring the length of his shaft with my tongue is just as enjoyable for me as it is for him. I’m so fucking aroused, I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Tucker growls again when I spit on his dick and take it as far into my mouth as I can, and I decide I’m done waiting.
I slide his dick from my mouth with a satisfied pop. “I love foreplay as much as the next person, but I think I need to fuck you now.”
Tucker’s eyes fix on mine, impossibly darker. “Then fuck me, sweetheart.”
Reaching down, he pulls me up to straddle him with ease. The moment my aching pussy rubs against his hard, exposed cock, I almost scream. The lace of my underwear creates a delicious friction, and I swear I could come right now if I started grinding down against him.
“That feel good, baby?” he murmurs, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.
“Mmm,” is the only response I can manage, too focused on not moving for fear of exploding.
“I can already feel how fucking wet you are.” Tucker grinds up into me and I whimper.
“Tucker,” I mewl. “Please.”
“No need to beg, baby. You’re in charge here.”