“Please,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, my body trembling on the edge.“Tucker please.”
“Please what?”His voice is full of hunger, his fingers stilling inside me just enough to make me whine.“Use your words, baby.Tell me what you want.”
My face burns in heat, but the ache between my legs keeps getting worse as the want is now a complete need.“I want you to fuck me,” I say, the words coming out breathless.“Hard.Like you mean it.”
Tucker’s eyes flash, his grip on my hair tightening just shy of pain.“Since you asked so nice.”He teases.He doesn’t give me time to react before he lifts me, tossing me onto the bed like I weigh nothing.I bounce on the mattress, my breath leaving my body in a rush as he strips off his shirt, his chest a landscape of ink and muscle, the scars on his shoulders pale against his tan.His belt jingled as he undid it, his jeans following, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head already glistening.
Tucker crawls into the bed, his body covering my own, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the best possible way.He reaches down using his hand, he drags the head of his penis through my folds, teasing my entrance as I wrap my legs around his hips, trying to pull him in.
“Patience,” he murmurs, nipping at my collarbone.“We got all night, darlin’.”But his voice is strained, his control fraying at the edges.It drives me wild.When he finally pushes inside, it is with one long, slow thrust that stretches me open, filling me completely.I arch beneath him, a broken sound tearing from my throat.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Tucker groans, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath coming in ragged bursts.“Like a damn vice.”He pulls back, then snaps his hips forward, driving deep.I cry out, my fingers clawing at his back, my body coiling tight around him.He sets a punishing pace, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur, his cock dragging against my walls in a way that has me babbling, pleading as my orgasm builds like a storm I can’t outrun.Not that I want to.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight, relentless circles.“Come on my cock, Lucy.Show me how good I make you feel.”
The words send me over the edge.My back bows off the bed, my body clamping down around him as the orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.Tucker doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release.As he comes, it’s with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing deep inside me, his body shudders above mine.
For a long moment, neither of them move.Tucker’s weight is a blanket over me, his breath hot against my neck, his cock pulsing the last of his release deep inside me.Then he rolls us, pulling me on top of him, his cock still half-hard inside me.I whimper at the shift, my sensitive flesh clenching around him as my aftershocks move through me.
“Round one,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples.“Shower’s next.Then the wall.Then the floor.”His grin is full, wicked and promising.“Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name, only thinking of mine.”
I shiver, my body already responding to the threat.No, after this, it’s a promise.
And for the first time in my life, I believe every word from a man.
EIGHTEEN
LUCY
Iwake up warm.That’s the first thing I notice.Not the light slipping through the hotel curtains.Not the quiet hum of the air conditioner.Not even the unfamiliar ceiling above me.
Warmth.
Safe.Held.
My eyes blink open slowly, and for a second I don’t move.Because I know.Before I even turn my head.Before I even register the weight of an arm draped heavy over my waist.
I know exactly where I am.And who I’m with.
Tucker.Mellow.Bostic.
His chest is at my back, solid and steady, one arm wrapped around me like it belongs there.My body fits into his like it’s been practiced, like we’ve done this a hundred times instead of just once.
Just last night.Heat floods my face.My mind flashes—fragments, not details.His hands.
The way he called my name like it mattered.The way he didn’t rush.The way he waited, even when I didn’t think I needed him to.
The way everything felt right.I swallow, my throat suddenly tight.This is new.All of it.The closeness.The quiet after.The fact that I didn’t feel scared.Didn’t feel like I had to brace myself.Didn’t feel like I was giving something up just to keep the peace.
I shift slightly, and his arm tightens instinctively, pulling me closer.
“Don’t get up yet,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.
My heart stutters.“I’m not.”
He exhales against the back of my neck, settling again, his face brushing my hair.
For a second, I let myself just exist here.In this.In him.In the strange, soft calm I’ve spent years trying to find.And then reality slams back in.
