Chapter 32 #2
Tightening my grip around his erection, I started to jack him roughly, fire burning through my veins at the choked sound he made. Tucker’s eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back, the cords of his neck pulled taut and fully exposed. He looked so fucking beautiful like this.
“Is this what you need?” I breathed against his abdomen, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his overheated skin before I abruptly stopped my hand.
He dropped his head forward and let out a cry as I pulled it free.
The sound quickly morphed into a bitten-off curse as I reached around to dip my hand down the back of his pants, and the tip of my finger teased along his crease. “Or is this it?”
“I—I… Fuuck,” he moaned as the pad of my finger circled around his entrance and tapped lightly.
“You want me to bury my cock in this tight hole of yours and fuck you till you’re hoarse from screaming my name?” My voice came out rough and full of gravel. “Is that what you want?”
At first, Tucker nodded so enthusiastically that his hair bobbed with the force of it, but then he shook his head. I let out a huff of amusement as I gently nipped at his abs. “Make up your mind, baby. Which one?”
“Make love to me.”
It was a simple command, but the words were said like a plea, and they hung heavy in the air around us. Emotion crawled its way up my throat, and I pulled back slightly to look at the love of my life in his gorgeous eyes.
“Regardless of what we do, Tucker, I can promise you… I will be making love to you. It’s not possible for me to be with you like this and have it be anything less.”
He visibly swallowed as he took my face in both of his hands, but a burning heat was swirling in those amber depths that had my dick twitching in the confines of my pants. “Then I’d really like you to fuck me, Sunshine.”
Without another word, I lurched forward, pushing Tucker onto his back on the mattress.
In a near frenzy, I tugged at his jeans, pulling them down until I couldn’t anymore because of his boots.
I sat back on my haunches with a curse as I yanked them off, all while little rumbles of laughter fell from his lips.
“Shut up,” I grumbled, reaching around to pull my shirt over my head. “We can just pretend that was sexier than it actually was.”
“I didn’t say anything.” His eyes sparkled as he looked up at me, the workings of a smile on his face making my heart flutter in my chest.
Instead of responding, I blanketed my body over his and sealed our mouths together in a kiss that was meant to be quick.
But as with most things involving Tucker, I fell into it wholeheartedly, devouring all the little sighs and grunts of pleasure that escaped him as our tongues swirled around each other.
The pressure behind my zipper quickly became too much, and a relieved breath left me when I worked my pants open.
Tucker immediately shoved a hand into my briefs and wrapped it around my achingly stiff erection to give it a few firm tugs.
My groan was drawn-out against his lips, and I dropped my forehead against his so I could watch the way the flushed tip of my cock shuttled in and out of his fist.
“Lube, baby, lube,” I rasped after a few moments, the dry rub beginning to border on painful as I pulled away. He let me go, and I fumbled my way off the bed, ditching my pants and underwear in the process while I dug through the bedside table I knew we’d stashed a new bottle in.
Retrieving it easily, I turned back to find Tucker had already lost his briefs and was lazily stroking himself as he waited for me.
Tossing the bottle onto the bed, a wolfish smirk spread over my lips as I dropped to a knee beside him and tugged him down by the hips till his ass was hanging right at the edge.
Tucker let out a surprised yelp as I flipped my arms under his legs to hike them up on either side of his body, then reached across him to grab the lube.
Flicking the lid open, I managed to pour a generous amount into my hand and coat my fingers before tapping at his legs to encourage him to hold them.
He complied without any hesitancy, and I let out a satisfied hum when the sight of his rosy hole.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” I drawled, swirling the pad of my thumb around the puckered flesh of his entrance and reveling in his moan.
I took my time getting him prepped, popping my thumb in and out of his body in slow, rhythmic movements to stretch his rim then moving on to pushing one finger inside his wet heat.
Each long stroke over his prostrate had Tucker arching his back and rolling his hips down onto my finger, seeking more.
By the time I worked him up to two, he was a whimpering mess with precum dripping all over his stomach.
“Jackson!” he all but sobbed, one of his hands grappling at my thigh and squeezing. “Please!”
“Shh,” I soothed as I slipped a third finger into him. “You’re almost ready.”
“No… Shit…” His head fell back, but he still rocked his hips, trying to fuck himself on my fingers. “I’m ready—ahh. I promise—mmm. I can—ha. Take it—hm. I just—fuck. Need you.” Everything came out of him in stuttered pants as I tagged his prostate repeatedly.
Truthfully, my own cock practically had its own heartbeat with how turned on I was.
My tip was an angry red and beaded with precum.
But I was at my limit, too, so I didn’t protest and instead pulled my fingers free from him.
I coated my length with more lube in long, slow strokes, just as much teasing myself as I was Tucker while he looked at me through hooded, bleary eyes.
Luckily, the bed was tall enough that I only needed to bend my knees some to get in position to line myself up with his hole. Unable to help myself, though, I dragged the fat head of my cock over the puckered skin, loving the sounds that fell from my man.
“I swear to God, Jackson, I’m goin—” His words were cut off abruptly as I pressed just inside him.
“What was that?” I grinned, planting one hand on the mattress by his head as I held my cock steady with the other. Tucker sent me a glare that only had laughter rumbling in my chest, but he bore down as I coaxed the rest of my dick inside him.
We both let out appreciative groans when I passed through the first ring of muscle, and I leaned down, letting out mouths meet in a series of soft, unhurried kisses.
They continued like that, only ever pausing when Tucker needed me to still so he could adjust. His legs fell away naturally from their raised position the further I pushed inside and ultimately ended up wrapped around my waist when I bottomed out.
Burrowing my face into his neck, I sucked and kissed at the exposed skin while we both tried to collect ourselves. Pressure had built at the base of my spine simply from sliding into Tucker’s wet heat. It wouldn’t take me long, but my man’s pleasure came first.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, snagging the nearby discarded bottle of lube to coat my hand again before snaking it down to wrap around his cock.