Chapter 26
Ruth
Did Tucker just seriously tell me to go to sleep? Like he thinks I’m going to take even more from him without offering anything in return?
Based on the way he’s pulling the blankets over us, it seems like that’s exactly what he believes is happening.
“That’s it?” I try to turn, but the arm banding around my middle holds me firmly in place. The best I can do is crane my neck to peer at him over my shoulder. “You really think I’m just going to roll over and go to sleep?”
“It’s late. And you worked with Trevor all day, so I know you’re tired.” Tucker smooths back my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “So go to sleep.”
I blink at him in the shadowy dimness. “But what about you?”
I can quite literally feel his suffering. It’s wedged right between my butt cheeks, nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants separating us.
“Don’t worry about me.” He cuddles closer, burying his face in my hair. “I’m more than fine.”
I’m not. Yes, I technically got off, but not getting to return the favor is sort of putting a damper on my post-orgasm glow. Which is super weird since I’m normally the one in Tucker’s position.
And maybe that’s why I hate the thought of him laying beside me unfulfilled. I know what that feels like. How frustrating and hurtful it can be to think the person you’re with doesn’t care about your enjoyment.
I don’t want to hurt Tucker. Not in any way. I don’t want him to be unfulfilled or frustrated. Plus, he’s already gotten me off once and received nothing in return. There’s no way I’m gonna let that number keep racking up.
And I want to touch him. Now that I’ve seen what he looks like naked, a big portion of my brain has dedicated itself to imagining what his body feels like. How it will taste.
Wiggling out of his arms, I use my elbows to wedge him away from me as I scoot a few inches across the mattress before turning to face him.
His expression is crestfallen. You’d think I just told him he could never eat tiramisu again, and that Trevor is the twins’ favorite uncle.
“Are you going to your room?” His question is flat. Weirdly emotionless. Like he’s trying hard not to sway me.
He won’t. My decision has already been made.
“No.” I hold his eyes, voice stern as I say, “I’m going to suck your dick, and you’re going to lay back and enjoy it.”
Tucker’s mouth opens, but no words come out. Just a pitchy sort of squeak, which is hilariously adorable coming from the manliest man I’ve ever known.
It has my lips curving in a smile as I shift around, getting on my hands and knees so I can pull off the sweatpants doing very little to hide the hard line of his cock. I stretch the elastic carefully so I don’t snag anything important, then slide the soft fleece fabric free.
Since he wasn’t shy about looking at me, I’m not going to be shy about looking at him. Technically, I saw all this when I walked in on him in the bathtub earlier, but surprise made it difficult to genuinely process the amazing physique in front of me.
Tucker works hard at a very physical job, and it shows.
Every inch of him is sculpted and strong.
From the broad width of his shoulders to the lean curve of his calves, the man has the kind of body someone should carve into marble.
I’m not a crafty girl. But if I was, I would totally take on the task.
Mostly so I could stare at him naked for hours while I worked.
While I felt a little insecure at Tucker’s rapt attention on my nakedness, he’s unbothered by my perusal of his form. Actually, based on the way his hooded gaze is focused on me, and the occasional flexing of his dick, he might even be a little turned on by it.
“Like what you see, Ruthless?” A hint of a smirk teases across his lips. Like he knows damn well I like it. “I’m more than happy to give you a peek whenever you want.”
Normally, I would roll my eyes at his flirting. But this time is different. This time it’s not casual or harmless. Primarily, because the way I’m feeling about Tucker Bradshaw is anything but casual or harmless.
But that’s a problem for future Ruth to deal with. Right-now Ruth only has one thing to worry about. And that’s making sure the man sprawled out in front of her has just as many fond memories of their time together as she does.
“I might take you up on that.” I shift forward, hands bracketing either side of his chest.
I’m unsurprised when Tucker’s eyes immediately go to my tits.
It’s become very clear he finds them pretty fucking great.
I don’t blame him. They are pretty fucking great.
And keeping my own focus on their greatness makes it easy to not worry so much about the other bits and pieces I’m less secure in.
It also helps that Tucker seems to genuinely like every bit of me.
Without the concern of being judged hanging over my head, I feel a sense of freedom I haven’t experienced before.
Definitely not in sexual situations.
And it leaves room for me to be a little more daring. Allows me to focus less on myself, making it easy to focus only on Tucker.
And I think focusing on only Tucker is going to be really freaking fun.
“Any time, anywhere, Ruthless.” His hands fist in the blankets beneath his body as I let my puckered nipples trace a path over his stomach and up his chest. “All you have to do is say the word.”
“Anywhere?” I haven’t even really touched him, and the ideas for the ways I can put my hands on him next are already flowing. I’m imagining sneaky sucking moments in his office. Naptime hand jobs in the bathtub.
No.
In the bathtub, I should let him work the hard line of his dick between my tits. Make him love them even more.
“Anywhere.” Tucker’s voice is hoarse and ragged as he confirms his claim.
As a little reward for his eagerness, I tilt my head, shifting the trajectory of my mouth away from the center of his body so I can drag my tongue across one nipple. I lift my eyes to his face as I make contact, watching his reaction.
Tucker’s attention finally leaves my tits, now fused to where my tongue flicks against the hardened nub. All the air rushes from his lungs, dragging out one word—a low and rough, “Fuuuuuck.”
I almost smile, but then Tucker reaches for my hair, fingers dragging it away from my face and gathering it into a ponytail in his fist.
His free hand comes to my chin, thumb and first finger gently pulling my mouth open as he says, “Again.”
The smile I almost had is lost thanks to the inferno of heat his action sends rippling through me. Even though I literally just got off, my clit gives a little pulse of interest as she finds her second wind.
Arousal adds a new layer to the experience of pleasing Tucker Bradshaw. One that has me doing things as much for my benefit as for his. So this time, after doing as he requested, I give the flat, smooth bit of flesh a little suck.
Tucker must not have seen that coming, because the sound he makes is a mix of surprise and pleasure. The masculine grunting noise sends goosebumps racing across my skin and scalp as his hold on my hair tightens.
He tries to use his grip to pull my mouth to his, but I know kissing will be a slippery slope right now, and it’s highly likely I’ll get distracted. I’ve known Tucker long enough to suspect that if he sees the opportunity to turn this around and take care of me, he will.
And right now I just want to take care of him.
Instead of letting our lips meet, I crane my neck so I can lock my mouth onto the warm bit of skin just below his ear. Tucker makes another surprised grunt, and this time his hips flex, the tip of his dick leaving a trail of precum as it drags across my thigh.
Never in my wildest dreams did I expect I would want to make a man happy again. Not in any way. Tucker has changed that. He's changed a lot. Enough that, when I have to leave him, I'm not sure how I'm going to go back to who I was before. But again, that's a problem for future Ruth.
Future Ruth is going to hate my fucking guts.
Right now, all I want to think about is how much I'm enjoying touching him.
How much I want him to enjoy that I'm touching him.
So I focus all my energy—all my thoughts—on that task.
I rake my teeth over the skin of his neck.
Nip at the place where his shoulder joins it.
I tease his nipples and moan a little when he tugs at my hair.
He’s not the only one enjoying the experience, and by the time I'm finally moving lower on his body, I’m so wet I'm probably dripping. There's an ache throbbing between my thighs as I finally come face-to-face with the monster.
My lips curve just thinking about how cute he reacted when I called it that. The way he almost seemed a little bashful and proud. Honestly, everything about Trevor is cute. Adorable even.
Except the deep way he groans when I wrap my lips around the head of his dick.
That is sexy. Probably sexier than anything I've ever heard in my whole life, and I make it my personal goal to have him re-creating that same sound as many times as possible.
Giving a blow job never felt like a quest before, but this one does. A challenge. One I'm eager to take on.
And take it on, I do.
I swallow every inch of him I can manage, only stopping when I'm on the cusp of gagging, before retreating, making sure I add just a little suction as I go.
I feel each bob of my head in my clit. Each grip of Tucker's fingers registers in my nipples, making them pull tighter and tighter.
To the point they're almost painful in the most luxurious of ways.
"Fuck, Ruthless." Tucker's eyes haven't left me since I crawled over him. They track my every move as I take him down over and over. The lust in his gaze is palpable. Addicting.
It feeds mine, and before I even know what I'm doing, his leg is between my thighs and I'm rubbing against his knee as I suck, needing relief from this desperate ache.
"That's it." Tucker shifts the angle of his leg so it presses against me more firmly. "Use me."
Now we’re both moaning, and my focus has scattered. My movements are no longer calculated or careful, but needy and driven only by desire.
For some reason, Tucker seems to like that even more, and in only a few seconds, his dick has gotten even harder as it rubs against my tongue. I moan around my mouthful of him, adding a hand to the base of his cock, holding it steady as I wiggle more and more in my search for completion.
"Come on, sweet girl. Take what you want."
Tucker's breathing is ragged and there's an urgency in his words. An urgency I feel when the hard line of him flexes in my mouth. Knowing he's on the edge is all it takes to send me right over, and I begin to shake as my climax hits, pretty much forgetting about the task at hand.
And mouth.
That doesn't appear to matter though, and a split second after I begin to come, Tucker's hand pulls tight on my hair, lifting my mouth away.
His free hand wraps around mine as he works our shared grip up and down his length.
I watch in fascination as he helps me finish him off, sending lines of shimmering wetness streaking over the abs I'm so fascinated by.
I thought Tucker Bradshaw naked was hot. And I was right.
But a thoroughly satisfied Tucker Bradshaw stretched across the bed, his cock glistening with my spit as lines of cum decorate his skin? Now that is truly a sight to behold.
One I intend to see again as soon as possible.
His chest heaves as he stares up at me. "Fucking hell, Ruthless." His head drops back against the pillows, eyes leaving me for the first time since this started. "You really live up to your name, don't you?"
Is it weird to be proud of a blow job? Because I think I am.
I start to shift so I can grab something to clean up the mess across his skin, but Tucker hooks an arm around my waist, tugging me down to the mattress. "Don't you dare."
He kisses me on the lips, lifting a hand to wipe away the collection of saliva lingering on my chin, before sliding off the mattress to retrieve his shirt.
After using it to clear off his stomach, he chucks it in the general direction of the hamper before flopping onto the bed next to me.
Again, he curls up and pulls my back to his front. "Now will you go to sleep?"
I smile, feeling beyond satisfied in more than just a physical way. "Yeah. Now I'll go to sleep."
"Good." His voice takes on a sleepy edge. "And next time I get to fuck your knee."