Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kate
Did I say that out loud?
I must’ve, because Tucker’s face brightens with joy and relief, then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is demanding and overwhelming, a far cry from the gentle, almost playful kisses he was showering me with a moment ago.
He spins us around, and my back bangs into the front door before he grips my wrists and pulls them up over my head, pinning them there with one hand. I barely hear the click of the lock over the sound of blood whooshing through my ears. His free hand cups my jaw as he drives his tongue into my mouth, devouring me.
My thoughts scatter, and he releases his grip on my hands and jaw just before he dips, grabs my thighs, and lifts me up. I yelp and wrap my arms around his neck, but Tucker just keeps kissing me as he turns and carries me all the way to my bedroom .
He sets me back on my feet next to the bed, and my entire body trembles as he pulls my shirt up and over my head. My first instinct is to cover my torso with my arms and hands, but I force them to remain at my sides as Tucker’s eyes drink me in.
Something about his gaze fills me with a confidence I’ve never felt before. Tilting my shoulders back, I straighten my spine and watch as he almost reverently runs his fingertips across my collarbone, down between my breasts, and all the way to the button on my shorts.
My stomach automatically sucks in as he touches it, and I see Tucker shake his head, silently reprimanding me for doing it. Without a word, his fingers flick open the button, pull down the zipper, and then his hands slowly push the material down over my hips and past my thighs. Gravity takes over, and the shorts drop to the floor, followed immediately by Tucker’s knees.
He leans forward and presses a few light kisses to my belly before looking up to meet my eyes. “I need to taste you, Kate.”
I nod, and he smiles before sliding his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pulling them down. Then he climbs back to his feet and kisses me as I step out of the material pooled at my feet. He guides me backward, lowering me gently until I’m stretched across the bed with his body hovering over mine. His hands slip beneath me, and I feel my bra unclasp before he pulls it free. Then he lifts himself a little higher to peruse my bare breasts.
“Perfection,” he mutters, gripping one and lifting it before sucking the nipple between his lips.
I groan and arch my back, feeling the pull all the way down to my core. Tucker sucks and flicks his tongue against the nipple for an eternity, then switches sides before paying the same courtesy to the other one. I’m moaning and writhing beneath him, unsure if I can handle the pleasure of it all.
This is officially the furthest I’ve ever gone, and I know there’s more to come. I feel like I might literally combust, the ashes of my body scattering to the four winds. And Tucker hasn’t even made it past my chest, yet.
Releasing my nipple from his mouth, Tucker hums with pleasure before levering himself up to his knees. He strips off his shirt and tosses it aside, and damn, I want to touch his chest. As I lift an arm to do so, he grips my wrist and pulls it to his mouth, kissing the sensitive skin underneath as he meets my gaze.
“Not yet, Kate. If you touch me, I’m going to lose control. I can’t do that. Not yet.”
I nod in understanding, and he releases my wrist after kissing it one last time. Then his blue eyes darken to indigo as he scoots backward. He runs his lips over my body as he goes down, then slides over the edge of the mattress to land on his feet. Straightening, he grips my calves and tugs, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. Then he pushes my thighs apart and stares down at me, licking his lips.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, and I once again fight the urge to cover myself.
Tucker’s palms glide up my inner thighs, and his thumbs brush over my sensitive flesh, making me tremble. I close my eyes and stiffen, unsure what to expect next. Tucker’s movements cease instantly, and I don’t know whether to be upset or relieved.
The sensations he’s invoking are just…a lot.
“Kate, look at me,” he orders, waiting until I obey and meet his eyes before going on. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uneasy or uncomfortable. If I do something you don’t like, I need you to tell me immediately, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe with a slight nod.
“I want this to be as perfect for you as it is for me,” he says, and heat unfurls in my belly before I nod again.
He keeps his eyes on me as he dips his head and runs his tongue along my slit. My own eyes roll back as my hips buck upward of their own volition, and a deep guttural moan rolls out of me.
Holy shit.
“More,” I say without thinking, and I hear Tucker chuckle before he licks me again.
I grunt and moan at the pleasure of it, and then I feel his fingers gently spread me open just before his tongue taps against my clit.
“Holy shit,” I say aloud this time, the words rocketing out of me and echoing off the walls.
Tucker’s laughter vibrates against my tender flesh as he taps my clit again, then swirls the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud in a slow, hypnotizing motion. My leg muscles start to tremble as the ones in my core tighten.
I try to hold off the orgasm. I really do. I don’t want this to end. It feels too amazing.
But there’s no stopping it when Tucker’s tongue doubles its speed, lashing at my clit for maybe three seconds before my core implodes. I shout, my heels digging into the mattress as my hips buck upward. Tucker stays right there with me, licking me over and over to draw out the pleasure as long as possible.
Only when I slump back to the mattress does he relent, kissing the inner thigh of both legs before climbing back onto the bed to collapse on his back next to me. A shocked laugh bursts from my lips as I revel in how amazing that was, and when I look over at Tucker, his own smile is filled with pride.
I roll onto my side, staunchly ignoring the way my stomach rolls expand with the new position. Touching him is more important.
Reaching out a hand, I run my fingertips over each of his pecs before exploring the ridges and ravines of his abdomen. The rather large tent in his athletic shorts catches my eye, and I swallow thickly before meeting his gaze.
Nodding toward his erection, I ask, “May I?”
“Please,” he breathes, like he might die if I don’t touch it.
He groans as I explore his length over the silky material of his shorts. Running my fingers up one side and down the other first, I work up my courage and wrap my hand around its girth, holding him in a gentle fist.
“Fuck,” he mutters, then lifts his hips as his hands push his shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion.
My eyes widen as his cock springs free. Oh, shit. It felt big through his clothes, but seeing it standing up, proud and strong ?
As if he senses my sudden timidity, Tucker runs his palm up my back before pushing his fingers into my hair to massage my scalp. The tension in my body eases, and his cock bobs in response, as if acknowledging the change in me.
“You can do whatever you want, Kate. Touch me or not, it’s up to you. But it can’t go any further than that unless you have a condom, because I don’t.”
I tear my eyes away from his erection to meet his gaze, and he gives me a soft smile when I slowly shake my head. Of course, I don’t have condoms. Why would I?
“It’s okay,” he says with another smile. “I can wait.”
The bed rocks as he lifts his hips again and starts to tug his shorts and underwear back up. Without thinking, I react, my hand snapping out to grip his wrist. He freezes, and I lick my lips as my eyes trail down his body once more.
“I want to,” I whisper as I slowly uncurl my fingers from his wrist and move my hand toward his cock.
Tucker releases his grip on his clothes, then tucks his forearms behind his head. I glance up to see him staring at my hand with hooded eyes, waiting for the first touch of skin on skin with his bottom lip gripped between his teeth.
Swallowing thickly, I refocus on his erection, which looks even bigger now, before running the pad of my pointer finger up the underside from base to tip. I hear Tucker’s breath hiss between his teeth before a quiet groan rumbles in his chest, inflating my confidence.
Scooching a bit closer, I rest my cheek on his chest so I can stare directly down at my work as I slowly wrap my fingers around his girth. I feel the vibration of his pleasured moan against my cheek, then again as I stroke him in a slow, gentle motion.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and I can see the way his ab muscles tighten and bulge as I work him.
Have I ever felt this powerful in my entire life?
Not by a longshot.
The feeling is addictive, and I want more. I carefully roll onto my hands and knees to hover over him. I stroke his cock again, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as my gaze flicks to meet Tucker’s.
The need in his eyes belies his words as he tries to give me an out again. “You don’t have to, Kate. I told you, I can wait. I don’t want you to move too fast or do anything you’re not one-hundred percent comfortable with.”
I don’t respond verbally, just keep my gaze locked on his as I lower my head and lick the pearl of moisture from the tip of his erection. Tucker’s eyes slam shut as he groans again, much louder this time. The salty taste is foreign on my tongue, but I don’t hate it.
And I definitely don’t hate the intense feelings his reactions have invoked thus far. I may be new to this kind of thing, but I’m obviously doing it right if Tucker is so affected by my touch.
Taking a deep breath, I lower my head and close my eyes before sliding the tip of his cock between my lips. I explore the smooth head with my tongue, swirling and flicking until I have the shape and texture of it memorized.
Only then do I push him deeper, learning every ridge and valley as my tongue laps at his skin. My jaw tenses, and I pull away, tightening my hand around the base of his cock as I work my jaw back and forth. Before Tucker can attempt to give me another chance to stop, I push his cock deep into my mouth, sucking lightly this time.
“Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Oh, God. Kate. Yes.”
The words spilling from Tucker’s lips and the reverence in which they’re spoken drives me on, and I bob my head, driving him deeper into the cavern of my mouth with each pass. My free hand is braced against his thigh for balance, and I feel his quad tense and tighten as the seconds tick by.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me, the words husky and broken as his fingers tangle in my hair.
He tugs lightly, not enough to stop my movements, but more a light suggestion that I pull back if I don’t want a mouthful of his release. But there’s no freaking way I’m stopping now.
I move faster, using my hand to pump the base of his cock while my lips and tongue work him over. His hand slips from my hair, glides down my back, and grips my ass, squeezing my flesh while his hips rock upward in time with my movements.
His cock swells as a long grunt slips from his lips, and I freeze as something hot and creamy hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down, and another moan echoes around me.
Oh, he likes that.
His erection starts to soften, and I gently lick my way back up to the tip before releasing it. Sitting back on my heels, I look down at Tucker, who’s watching me with a deep, satisfied smile .
“That was amazing, Kate. You’re amazing,” he whispers before pulling me back down and cradling me against him.
I can’t fully relax for a while, the electricity of accomplishment still buzzing beneath my skin. Add to that the fact that pleasuring Tucker made me horny all over again, and I can’t stop my body from twitching and stretching against him, eager for more of his touches.
As if he senses it, Tucker presses a kiss to the top of my head as the hand not already wrapped around me gently cups my breast. His fingers tease the already-stiff nipple, and a husky chuckle slips out of him.
“Ready for more, I see,” he whispers, rolling me onto my back before hovering over me. “Did sucking me make you wet, Kate?”
I nod slowly. “You’re the first best man I’ve touched like that.”
“The first best man?” he asks as his fingers move down my body.
“The only best man,” I say, though it’s difficult to keep teasing Tucker while his fingertips slide through my slick, needy flesh, and a deep groan vibrates from his chest.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he whispers, and my body tenses without my permission as a single fingertip dips inside me.
Tucker pulls back instantly, and my hand shoots down to grip his wrist as I breathe, “Please. Don’t stop.”
“We can go as slow as you need to, Kate. We don’t have to rush anything. ”
“Please, Tucker,” I beg, all teasing words forgotten. “I want this. I need it.”
He nods slowly, and I somehow manage to hold eye contact with him as he pushes the fingertip in again. His face hovers over mine, and I reach up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss as his finger burrows the tiniest bit deeper.
The intrusion is slightly uncomfortable, at first, but my body begs for more, as if it knows it’ll get better once it grows accustomed to it. Tucker seems to know it, too, gently working his finger inside my tight channel as his tongue mimics the motion inside my mouth.
“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers between kisses.
The reverence in his voice relaxes me a bit, and he groans into my mouth as his finger slips even deeper inside me. Heat builds in my core as he pumps it slightly, then grinds the heel of his palm against my clit.
“Oh, God,” I groan after breaking off our kiss, breathing hard as my lungs fight for oxygen.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. I want more, but there’s a spark of fear inside me that I might not actually survive this.
Tucker’s hand stills, and he captures my mouth in another tender kiss until my body once again relaxes. Then his fingertip curls upward, and he hits a spot inside me I didn’t know existed before this very moment.
I shout, and he barely moves out of the way as I lever upright. An orgasm rockets through me, and a wave of moisture floods my channel before spilling out past his finger to soak the mattress beneath me.
I fall backward and my hips buck upward as the aftershocks roll through me one right after another. All the while, Tucker pumps the digit inside me, drawing out the pleasure until I finally collapse in a pool of exhaustion and embarrassment.
Of course, I’ve read about women gushing in romance novels, but I never thought I’d experience it, myself. Oh, God . How can I ever look Tucker in the eye again after that?
As if he’s read my mind, he pulls his hand free and says, “Kate, look at me.”
My eyes flicker open just in time to see him suck his fingers clean, sending a rogue ripple of excitement through me. His eyes fall closed for a second as a sound of appreciation rumbles in his chest, then pop back open to spear me with an intense look.
“That was beautiful and erotic as hell. You. Are. Perfect.”
With that, he presses a firm, single kiss to my lips before rolling over onto his back. Twining his fingers through mine, he tugs. I roll into him, snuggling my head against his shoulder as his other arm comes around me, holding me close.
His hand still holds mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a gentle, soothing motion until the edges of my vision start to go dark. My eyes drift closed, and my lips tilt up as I realize I’ve never been so comfortable in my life.
So pleasantly exhausted.
So fulfilled and so incredibly happy .