“We should be very mature adults and have the sex talk,” Tucker whispers, just before groaning when I suck his thumb deeper into my mouth. Suddenly, his thumb is gone and his mouth is covering mine again. I’m a few inches taller thanhim, broader than him in every way, but Tucker makes me feel small as he cages me in. His mouth moves like a landslide over mine. Everything is tumbling down, down,down,until all I can think of is Tucker over and above me. Only Tucker.
His hand disappears under my shirt, and my stomach fucking trembles at the hesitant touch. He’s so careful with me, despite my size. Tucker grins against my mouth before kissing me deeper, his tongue licking into my mouth like I’m a map, and he’s the navigator. My heart trembles at the same time my stomach tightens with want.
I squeeze my thighs around his hips, canting up until I feel the hard length of him against my ass. Tucker gasps and pulls away, then buries his face in my neck with a pained groan.
His hands settle on my ribs as he takes a stuttering breath to seemingly calm himself down. I made him feel that way. It wasme. Now comes the hard part. I’ve had trouble with hookups in the past, not that Tucker is a hookup, but people see the height and weight of me, see the sport I play, and make assumptions that are unfair. Nerves bubble in my belly at the idea of Tucker being disappointed in me like so many other lovers have been.
I push against Tucker’s chest until he sits up between my legs. I tightly squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from moaning indecently at the sight.Don’t imagine him fucking you, I whisper in my head over and over until I’ve calmed down. When I blink my eyes back open, Tucker is staring at me like he’s trying to permanently etch me into his memory bank.
“Talk,” Tucker says like he can’t manage any other words.
“Talk,” I quietly agree. I sit up and shimmy away until my back hits the other end of the sofa, putting a decent amount of space between us. A hail of wind whistles through the window, and I shiver at the sudden coldness of the room.Tucker narrows his eyes, grabs the blanket off the back of the couch, and tosses it over me, his palm brushing against my knee causing a bevy of shivers, but not from being cold.
“So?”
“I’m a bottom.”
Tucker blinks syrupy slow. “Bottom.”
“Yes, me. I don’t like to top. I don’t enjoy it.”
Tucker clears his throat, a flush working its way up his neck and over his cheeks. “I didn’t expect that.”
Of course, most people don’t. Charles Augustin should be a big, strong top. I’ve crumbled under less pressure. I curl in on myself, tugging the blankets higher in an attempt to hide away.
“Hey,” Tucker says softly, reaching forward to rest his palms on my knees. “I’m not upset or disappointed. Just surprised! I’ve only topped twice in my life, neither experience was great, but I think it would be different with you.”
I can’t help but smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Tucker says, voice rougher and lower than just a second ago. “But we don’t have to do that tonight. Thank you for telling me. Maybe tonight we just kiss and frot?”
I nod furiously, laughing loudly when Tucker covers my body with his again, big and warm and broad. How can someone smaller than me be so much bigger? Make it make sense. I welcome him back between my thighs, twining my legs around his waist as he slants his mouth over mine. I wrap my arms around him, pressing my hands into the small of his back to encourage him to rub against me. My cock is so hard I think I might explode. Either that or come in my pants. Tucker rocks against me, his cock sliding against mine through our sweatpants.
He pulls away enough to sneak his hand between us,hurriedly pushing down both of our sleep pants. I let out a gasp when his warm cock presses against mine, his broad palm wrapping around both of us. It’s dry, and not exactly the most pleasant sensation, and I almost come on the spot when he lifts his hand to spit into his palm. His eyes are devilish in the dark, and I feel undone beneath him.
He wraps his hand back around us, starting a slow glide as he fucks gently into his grip. With every gentle thrust, my want ratchets up even more. We don’t kiss as the hurricane blows around us; instead, Tucker stares down at me like he’s memorizing every single moment. And I can’t blame him. If this is too much for him—if I’m too much—and he walks away, I think I’ll remember this moment forever. There’s something special about Tucker that I don’t think I’ll ever find again.
His grin turns mischievous at the same moment he twists his hand just right, and I gasp beneath him. I tighten my thighs around his hips, urging him on faster, needing to feel his cum on me. Needing to see him fall apart, to memorize that look as well. I want to know everything about Tucker.
He leans down to kiss me again. He captures each of my moans with his mouth as he pushes us further. I curl my hands around his neck, shivering at the feel of sweat gathering just at the edge of his buzzed head. I traverse the soft skin of his back with my palms, memorizing the feel of his muscles as he moves over me, carrying my desire higher and higher until I feel like there’s nowhere else for it to go but out of me.
“Tucker,” I gasp against his mouth.
“Charlie,” Tucker moans my name just before pressing hard against me and stilling. Stars explode behind my eyes as Icome right after him, my legs clenched tight around his waist to keep him as close as possible.
Tucker sighs against my mouth, then presses a fluttering of gentle kisses across my face. I keep my eyes closed and smile softly, feeling tired and deeply wanted for the first time in a very long time.
“I guess you can see my turtle tattoo now,” Tucker murmurs against my ear.
A full-body laugh hits me, and I can feel Tucker’s pleased smile against my cheek.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TUCKER
At some point during the storm, we’d moved back to Charles’ bedroom in unspoken agreement. Charles. I can’t stop thinking about his face last night when I called him Charlie. He’d just looked sohappy. Like maybe for the first time in his life someone actually saw Charlie, not the quarterback or millionaire mountain of a man. No, I see Charlie. A kind man who saw someone needing help and reached out a tentative hand in hopes of giving a lifeline.
Speaking of Charlie… He’s sound asleep beside me, jaw covered in thick scruff, hair a messy heap atop his head. There’s a bump on his nose which I guess speaks of a break a little while ago that didn’t set quite right. I stare in fascination as the vein on his neck pulses gently, and without any sort of conscious decision, I lean forward to place a soft kiss there. Charlie huffs slightly, waking in bits and pieces, and curls his fingers against my hip. We’d changed into clean clothes before bed, both of us only dressed in boxers.
