Chapter 11
Tuck
My cock throbs as I lap at her, drinking in every last drop and still not able to quench my thirst. Yeah, people who think they can have sex to get it out of their system are delusional. Deep down, I know one more touch, one more taste will only make me crave her more.
As she breaks around me, drenching my mouth and fingers, I angle my head, find her on her elbows watching me and even though I have very little blood left in my brain, I spot something there, something in her eyes. A question? A worry?
A need for more of this?
But those thoughts are for another time. They’re not for now, not when I’m basking in her sweet scent, the taste of her on my lips. I lightly circle her sensitive clit as her muscles clench around my fingers. Each tug strokes my aching cock.
“Tuck,” she murmurs, her tremors slowing as she puts her hand on the back of my head. I lap at her a few more times, and then stand, pushing the chair away. Her hand reaches for my cock, and she lightly strokes my crown, which has freed itself from my sweats.
With the tip of her finger, she dips into my pre-cum, and I grab my pants and drag them to my thighs. I put my hands on her thighs as she strokes me and I watch her, the way her eyes are dim, satiated but still hungry for more.
“Need something?” she teases and I take her hand from my cock, and set them at her sides. Gripping her legs, I widen them and when her sex opens and I get a glance at all the hot, wet pinkness there, my cock throbs.
I move closer, my lips on hers now as I stroke my dick and position it at her entrance and that’s when my one working brain cell kicks into gear.
Condoms.
Shit.
I inch back, my body tightening.
“Tuck.” Her eyes go wide with worry. She thinks I’ve changed my mind. Jesus, she must be out of hers to think that.
“Baby, no. I want to fuck you. I just need to get protection.” I point upward. “I have condoms.”
I’m about to go upstairs, reluctantly, painfully drag myself from her when her hand on my arm stops me. The concern in her eyes, the questions lingering there stop me. “I’m clean.”
“Baby, I’m clean too.” I cup her warm cheek, lightly run my lips over hers. “I promise. It’s been…a while,” I admit, sheepishly.
“Since me?” she asks and when I nod, I spot a glimmer of pleasure in her eyes. Honestly, it’s not been any fun going that long, but the appeal of the bunnies is long gone from my life.
“I’m on the pill,” she says quietly, like she’s unsure if that’s something I might or might not like, might or might not trust. Players have been tricked before, sadly.
“I’d never try to trick you,” she begins, like she can read my thoughts.
“I know you don’t want kids…” Her words fall off as she casts her eyes down. “That’s not…you don’t want…a family…”
I’m about to clarify, correct her, but there’s no point. Instead, I redirect, “You want me in here, no condom?” I ask, and inch a finger into her. Her head goes back and a low, tortured moan catches in her throat.
She wets her swollen lips, and my cock aches to feel them wrapped around it. “Yes.”
“Last time we used a condom,” I remind her, wanting her to be certain about this, because, for some reason, it weirdly feels like we’re crossing a line. Maybe I am, considering, other than my long-term relationship with Suzanna, I’ve never gone without a condom before.
She blinks and explains, “I wasn’t on the pill last time.”
I swallow, and my mind goes straight to douchebag Declan. Did she go on the pill because she was ready to get back out there, find a husband, a guy who’d be a great father? I mean, Rowyn did say something about Maria being ready to get back out there again.
Don’t think about that.
“You want me to fill you with my cum?”
Her breath comes faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she couldn’t look more beautiful. “God, Tuck, when you say things like that.”
“You like it?” I tease knowing full well that she does.
Her lashes flutter. “A lot.”
I run my knuckles over her cheek. “You want to feel my cum drip out of you?”
“Tuck,” she growls, her body quivering around my thrusting finger.
“Maybe you want me to pull out, and you can lay back and I’ll come all over your stomach. That way you can see what you do to me.”
“God, I want that too, but this time, I want your cum inside me.”
This time?
My pulse jumps at the thought of having her again and again.
“Baby, there’s nothing I’d like more than to put my bare cock in you and fill you with my cum.
” I pull my finger out, and bring it to my mouth.
As I taste her, she watches me, her mouth slightly open, a little moan catching in her throat.
“Tomorrow I’m going to walk around with a full blown hard-on all fucking day, knowing I’ll be dripping out of you. ”
“That’s not good,” she whispers, her voice shaking with need.
“No, not good at all, but I do love the idea of my cum dripping out of you. Of you feeling me long after I’ve been inside of you.”
“Me too.” I lightly stroke her clit before slowly removing my hands from between her legs.
“Tuck, no…” Her eyes practically roll back in her head, and her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink as she voices her displeasure, but that groan turns into a moan when I grip her hips, and with a quick tug, bring her pussy to the edge of the table.
I stroke my cock a couple of times and she bites down on her lip, waiting for me to take her where she needs to go. Where we both need to go.
Two seconds later, I power into her, and her head falls back, the pleasure on her face tightening something in my chest. Jesus, I love pleasing her, love the way she reacts to my touch.
“Babe,” I moan, while I still have the ability to talk. “You are so hot and wet for me.” I brush her hair back and her eyes lock on mine. “Do you know how much that fucks me over?”
“Why don’t you show me,” she murmurs, and I’m grateful, because as she tightens around my hard cock, coherent words become a thing of the past.
I grip her hips harder, my thumbs leaving indents as I power into her, and she leans back on her arms, lifting herself off the table to welcome each hard thrust. My cock throbs, the sensations overwhelming me, but I don’t want to come, not yet.
If this ends up being my last time with her, I want to draw it out, make it last as long as possible.
I slide a hand between her legs and stroke her clit. She’s soaked and slippery as I circle her puckered nub, enjoying the little mewling sounds she’s making. My gaze goes to her tits, the way her nipples are so hard and aroused and my mouth waters for a taste. Why didn’t I spend more time there?
Next time, I’ll be sure to do just that.
Dear God, please let there be a next time. Even as that thought hits, I’m well aware that there shouldn’t even be a first time—or rather this second time—yet here we are. I wish I could say I regret stepping into this kitchen.
Her hands go around my back, her nails dragging against my skin as her teeth scrape my shoulder.
I angle my body, changing the pace and rhythm, wanting her to climax again, but this time around on my pistoning cock.
I drive deep and her mouth opens, no sound escaping as I hit her cervix.
Her entire body shudders around me, and my teeth clench down hard, desperate to fill her with my seed, but knowing it’s far too soon.
Her legs tighten around my hips, and one hand goes to my chest as she balances her body with the other.
I reach behind her, brace my hand on her back to help her.
Her sex is so hot and wet I easily slide in and out and her fingers circle my hard nipple, before moving to my abs.
God, I love the way her soft palm feels on my skin.
Her breathing grows faster. So does mine, and we create a rhythm of giving and taking that is so natural for us, like our bodies have been together numerous times. Everything about her feels right. Does she feel it too?
“Tuck,” she cries, and I pull her up, her breasts against my chest as I bury my face in the crook of her neck and give her what she needs. “Yes, just like that.”
I pump hard and fast, one finger on her clit as our bodies grind. Her fingers rake through my hair, tugging and then a keening cry catches in her throat as her muscles clench hard around my cock.
“Fuck yes.” I gulp air, heat zinging through me as her liquid heat sears my cock. “Baby, you feel so good.”
She doesn’t speak, she just continues to pulse around me and it’s all I can do to help her ride it out as I hold back my own release. Her breath is hot on my skin as she pants, and I keep pounding into her, as her juices coat my cock and balls.
“You like that, baby? You like coming around my cock?”
“Tuck,” she murmurs, as the tremors in her body slowly subside and once her body stops spasming, she inches back, and places her hands on the table behind her. She glances down between our bodies. “I want to feel your cum.”
“Fuck,” is all I can get out before I begin to pound harder. I glance down too, watching as I sink into her, then pull almost all of the way out. “You like watching me fuck you?”
“Yes,” she says, her cheeks pink, her eyes glazed as she widens her legs, like she’s offering me so much more than just her body. “It is so good with you.”
“Yeah, baby,” I agree. “It’s so good with you.”
As soon as those words leave my mouth, her gaze lifts to mine, and there’s something there, something warm, and sweet, and beautiful.
My heart tightens as it passes between us.
Honest to God, I’m not sure any other woman has ever looked at me the way she’s looking at me right now.
It reminds me that Maria is an amazing woman and what’s between us is pretty fucking surreal.
But…
Her hand touches my face, and as I lean into her palm, I drive deep and give into the intense pressure between my legs.
“Tuck,” she gasps as I pump my seed into her. “I feel you.”
I stay buried deep and capture her mouth, kissing her with everything I feel for her. She moans into my mouth, and we stay like that until I’m fully depleted. I break the kiss and inch back.
“Baby, that was incredible.”
Again.
I cup the back of her head, and put my forehead against hers. We both hold each other, our heavy breaths mingle in the quiet kitchen. I touch her lightly, and she quivers as I run the tips of my fingers up and down her arm. I swallow against a dry throat, and when she does the same, I inch back.
“Stay here.” I go to the sink, and glance at her over my shoulder. The mere sight of her on my table, legs still wide fills me with a primal need to possess like I’ve never felt before.
I take a sip of water and then hand the glass to her. “Thank you.” She takes a big drink and when she’s done, I finish it, and set the glass on the counter. A shiver goes through her when I return.
“Are you cold?”
“A little.”
I grab her clothes and she pulls her shirt back on. “Shower?” I ask.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
But neither of us move. That’s when my mind goes back to earlier tonight, when she seemed upset about something.
“What happened tonight? Did Gina say something to upset you?”
At first she looks confused, then that confusion turns into mortification. My heart jumps. Gina is one of the sweetest women I know. Surely she didn’t purposely hurt Maria. They’re good friends.
Maria gives a solemn shake of her head. “She asked me why I was looking at you with my vagina.”
My head rears back. “Jesus, are you kidding me?”
She snorts out a humorless laugh. “I wish.”
That’s when I realize this is rather funny. “So were you?”
She blinks up at me. “Was I what?”
“Looking at me with your vagina.”
She laughs. “How does one look at someone with their vagina, Tuck? What would that even entail?”
I inch back, widen her legs and take a good long look at her well fucked sex. Hot. Pink. Dripping with my cum. Fuck yeah. That looks so good on her. So good that I instantly want her again. I back up an inch, put my hands on my hips and shift my semi-hard jutting cock her way.
“Something like this maybe?”
She whacks me. “You’re crazy.”
“Lost my marbles, remember,” I say and she begins to chuckle, loudly. Maybe it’s from the joke or maybe it’s because we just released a month’s worth of building tension. I don’t know, but I too feel lighter. I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her as I try to contain my own laugh.
When we get ourselves under control I remove my hand and press my lips to hers. “So I guess she knows then.”
She crinkles up her nose. “She thinks she knows something but no, she doesn’t know.”
I sense a but on the end of that sentence. “Which means?”
“I need to stop looking at you with my vagina, clearly.”
“Clearly.” I cock my head and try for seriousness. “Do you think that will be anytime soon?”
She shakes her head. “We need to be careful, Tuck. We should have been more discreet tonight,” she warns, the playfulness now gone “We can’t let the boys think anything is going on. They have to be my top priority.”
“They do.” I run my knuckles over her warm cheeks. “But I have to say I like when you make yourself a priority too.”
“I liked it too, but…we do need to be careful. I can’t stress that enough.”
I angle my head, my gaze moving over her gorgeous, flushed face. Not wanting to assume anything I ask, “When you say we need to be careful, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She runs a finger down my chest and my entire body quakes. Her eyes meet mine. “That I want to do this again?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
She gives a resigned sigh and shakes her head in dismay. “I think I am.”
“Jeez, don’t sound so happy about it.”
She laughs. “My vagina is happy.”
“I can tell,” I say and back up. “And from the way she’s currently looking at me, I’m guessing she wants a repeat sooner rather than later.”
Grinning, she briefly closes her eyes. “What am I getting myself into?”
“I don’t know.” I move closer and stroke my thickening dick. “But I know what I’d like to get back into.”