The size of the erection that’s straining against his jeans doesn’t surprise me. “I wish we hadn’t gone out.” I pant, tormenting his bottom lip with my teeth. “I wish…”
“Me too.” Tucker’s slightly rough fingers sneak under the hem of my dress. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. I can feel it through your panties.”
He presses against my slit and my body’s response is a throb so intense that I realize I could come just like this.
His thumb finds my clit, and he presses on it.
A tortured gasp escapes from me, but I stop him by grabbing his wrist. “I’m so close, Tucker. So fucking close.”
“Then let me finish you, baby. Let go for me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want it like this. I want more. I need to feel you inside me.”
He closes his eyes, his forehead touching mine, his breathing as labored as my own. “You keep saying this stuff, and I’ll blow my load without even touching you, Taryn. You have no idea how much I fucking want you.”
I cup the bulge in his jeans, feeling him getting harder under my touch.
“The thing is,” Tucker continues. “The first time we do it, I wanted to take my time and make you come over and over on my fingers, and on my tongue before I finally sink inside your sweet, perfect pussy.”
“Jesus,” I giggle. “Keep talking like that and I’ll probably come without you even touching me. But no, seriously, Tucker. I don’t care. We can do all that next time. I want you now. I can’t wait.”
He looks over his back. “If I try to fuck you in your car, I’ll probably break my neck.”
“Yeah, my car is way too small for that.” I agree.
He throws another look over his back. “Here we have a little privacy, but I don’t want to risk being seen. Come on. Let’sgo take a look around. Anywhere we can lock the door and be alone.”
There’s an exit a few feet away from us. Tucker takes my hand, and I follow him into a hallway. It looks like the same one we came in; this must be the back of the building.
Tucker tries the first door we encounter, but we have no luck. “Locked.” He says it under his breath, even though I don’t see anyone else out here right now.
The next door has a sign that says “Staff” on it, but it’s also locked.
“Bingo,” Tucker murmurs as he eventually finds an unlocked door.
It’s some kind of office. There’s a wooden desk with a computer monitor and a landline phone on it, a black leather office chair offering the only seating space.
The walls are clean but bare, except for a row of coat hooks on one side of the room. One single window is behind the desk; light from the street outside filters through the closed wooden shutters.
“This might work. What do you think, baby?” Tucker asks me. “But it doesn’t look like the door can be locked.”
I look around, biting my bottom lip. The computer monitor is dark, and there are no coats or bags hanging from the hooks. Hopefully, whoever works here has gone home or is on an extended break.
“Ok. If someone comes back here, it’ll be embarrassing. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
The second those words leave my mouth, Tucker’s lips are on me again.
He kisses me hard. His mouth is demanding, almost bruising. The usual unhurried exploration of his kisses is completely gone. Tucker isn’t kissing me to explore right now. He’s claiming me with his mouth and with his hands.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming about this, baby. From the first time I saw you.” His lips travel down the column of my neck, while his hands push down the straps of my dress. “These little summer dresses you like to wear,” he pants. “They drive me fucking crazy.”
Tucker grinds his hips against mine, pressing me against the wall.
“Oh,” I moan when he cups my bare tits, closing his lips over a nipple, licking and sucking before turning his attention to the other one.
Within minutes, I’m desperate for more. My hands are under his shirt, feeling the ridges and valleys of his defined pecs and abs.
His fingers find their way under my skirt, stroking me through my panties again, and I beg. “Please Tucker. I want you.”
