I didn't bother with the lights as we entered the bedroom. The glow from the moon illuminated everything like a beacon, calling us to the bed at the center of the space.
Tucker spun me around and kissed me before I had the chance to climb onto the mattress. The taste of beer and pomegranate was surprisingly pleasant. There was nothing delicate or tentative about his kisses. He parted my lips with his tongue and swallowed every moan whole, raw, as if they fed the fire burning between us. As if he wanted to possess me, body, heart, and soul.
And I would let him . . . at least for tonight.
There would be plenty of time for doubts and overthinking tomorrow—I could teach a master class in both—but not tonight. No,tonightwas for me. It had been years since I’d done something as impulsive as this. I could count my one-night stands on one hand, my relationships on the other, and still have a few extra digits to finger my asshole.
One thing Ineverdid, however, was hook up with pro athletes. Yet here I was, breaking all my rules for the baseball player whose ass was my screensaver.
Our tongues danced, tasting, caressing, exploring one another’s mouths as I ran my hands along his arms, clinging to the strong, powerful muscles holding me up. Tucker guided me back, his lips never leaving mine, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Lie back,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
He shook his head. “Normally, I would be into that. With you, I prefer you use my name.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue when he grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head before tossing it to the floor.Oh, hell.I had never seen a more perfect specimen of a man. His broad, bare shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and six-pack abs, the kind that made me want to run my hands—or tongue—down every ridge just to feel them.
I sat up on my elbows, watching carefully when he went to work on his shorts. The floor show had been a stunning opening act, but I was beyond ready for the main attraction.
“Take your shirt off, Heller.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was more than happy to oblige, especially once I got a look at his impressive cock. It was longer than mine, thicker too, and it hung heavy between his legs. I licked my lips, eager to get a taste.
He kicked his pants to the side and smirked.
“You can suck my cock later.” He climbed on the bed and crawled up my body. “After I have your ass. If that’s what you still want?”
All hail the consent king.
“Fuck yes,” I answered in no uncertain terms.
“Good.” He smacked a wet kiss on my lips. “Now get on your knees.”
“Are you always so bossy in the bedroom?”
I felt the heat of his gaze even as I rolled to my front. It was too easy pushing him like this. Fun, too. In fact, now that I thought about it, that was what had been missing from my past few sexual encounters—fun.
A sharp crack against my ass had me lurching another inch up the bed. “I prefer demanding.”
“Of course, you do,” I mumbled under my breath.
I half-expected a second smack. Instead, a surge of electricity shot up my spine when Tucker pressed his lips against my freshly spanked skin.
“You don't know me well enough to judge, Heller,” he said, his tone firm, and then his lips were on me again, licking and kissing the stinging skin of my ass.
“Now, Johnny. I need you.Now.”
“Lube?”
“In the bedside drawer,” I answered.
He retrieved the bottle within seconds. The next thing I knew, there was a slick finger prodding at my asshole, never entering me, just teasing. I rocked back, trying to lodge him deeper.
“Damn, Heller.” He groaned when his finger met resistance. “You’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please, don’t stop.”
