I looked around and imagined how it would look with pictures of Harper and us on my walls. Maybe a few with Wren, Reed, Dax, and Lena. I know I had a few over the years. It would be so nice to have more of them here.
I smiled back at him. “Ireckonyou are right. We absolutely should.”
He pulled out his phone and patted his lap. “C’mere then.”
Without a second thought, I walked over to him and sat on his right thigh as he opened the camera on his phone. We took a few ‘normal’ pictures before he clicked a shot of him kissing my cheek, causing me to blush. I could feel the heat spread up to the tips of my ears. When I went to look at him, a bit taken aback by the action, he pressed a kiss to my lips, making me melt against him. When he scrolled through the pictures, the one of us kissing in my office was definitely my favorite. We both were smiling and just looked so damn happy.
He wrapped an arm around me in a weird type of hug and whispered into my ear. “Thank you, loverboy.”
I nodded and slid out of his arm, suddenly feeling shy. “So… tacos?”
Tuck smiled. “Yes, sir!”
He opened the bag and took out our takeout boxes. In the time the three of us have spent together, I think we have had tacos the most. It was Harper’s favorite, and somewhere we have perfected avoiding her food intolerances.
I loved that this man remembered my order. I always ordered four carne asada tacos topped with cilantro, white onion, and a side of salsa. I loved the handmade, soft corn tortilla that Casa de Tacos made.
I squeezed lime over my taco and took a bite. I audibly moaned. I can’t remember if I had breakfast today. I think Harper and I only had time for coffee before I had to leave.Instead of eating actual food for breakfast, I ate her. I would do it again, too.
“Cam, I’m glad it's good, love, but you can’t moan like that,” Tucker said, voice lower than before.
I looked at him, confused. Then I got it. I gave him a playful smirk. “Oh, sorry. I’m just starving, and this hits the spot.”
You know what? I’m choosing violence.
“I haven’t eaten actual food today.” I waited until he was mid-bite to say. “All I had today was Harper’s pussy.” I shrugged nonchalantly, taking another bite of my food. One thing I have learned about Tuck is that it is so easy to get him going.
His mouth was held open around his taco as he glared at me. Tucker shook his head and continued eating. After he chewed and swallowed, he answered. “I’m not sure what you're trying to do, but tread lightly, Cameron. I have very little restraint when it comes to you, and I doubt you would stop me if I bent you over your desk and fucked you senseless. Or if I choose to fuck your mouth and come down your throat. You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
This is exactly what I wanted. This man was never not horny, but the only sexual encounters we had were with Harper. Not that I haven’t imagined being with him in every single way since the first night we were both inside of her, it just wasn’t something we discussed. Truthfully, I knew he was waiting on me, but I loved giving him the control. I could be dominant, but with him, I knew my place. I’m not sure this man could ever be submissive; he was a top through and through. I was tired of giving, and I was ready for him to take.
As we continued to eat, I plotted a way to rile him up so much that he fucked my mouth right here. I’m not sure if it was the gesture of bringing me food, the idea that my office door didn’t lock and my employees never knocked, or the fact that I would do anything for this man that had me so fucking turned on.
When we were done, he took the initiative to clean up, and I grabbed us water bottles from the package I had hidden under my desk. I provided a fully stocked break room, but since my office was closer to the service bay, the fuckers loved to steal my water. I handed him water, and he nodded in thanks before cracking it open and taking a big swig.
I swear it was poor timing when I blurted out, “I’d rather be drinking your cum than this water.” He spat his water all over the floor and laughed. A hand flew over my mouth in shock as if I could take back the words that he had already heard.
“You couldn’t have given me thirty seconds to swallow that?” It took only seconds for his eyes to go from playful to lust-filled. “I guess you’ll have to make up for it, pretty boy.”
“Hmmm. Not sure we have time.” I glanced at my phone, checking the time. We definitely had time, but one thing I learned from Harper was that being a brat was kind of fun.
“You’ll make time.” Tuck’s voice was rough as he stood up from the chair behind my desk and walked over to where I sat on the other side.
“Not sure I can.” It took everything in me not to smile. I turned, so I was sitting sideways in my chair as he stood right in front of me. I held onto the sides of his jean-clad thighs, peering up at him.
“Is our little princess teaching you how to brat? Because if not, you’re pretty damn good at it.” He huffed and began undoing his belt. I don’t know when I became so fucking eager for his cock, but the clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down had my mouth watering. Basically, a Pavlovian response. “On your knees, darlin’.”
“Alright, cowboy.” I gave him a wink and sank to my knees. Tucker has been out of Wyoming for nearly half a decade, but I guess the saying was right. You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy. The way he chose certain words and the occasional twang in his voicereminded me of who he truly was: a cowboy. The smile he wore after that nickname was one of pride.
I looked up at him, waiting for my next instruction. He pulled out his cock, and my eyes widened. I looked from him to his dick, then back to him. Our girl made sucking him look easy. Dude was massive.
He spat in his hand and stroked himself slowly. I watched as the crown was revealed and then disappeared with each tug of his dick. I didn’t have a foreskin, but it definitely wasn’t an issue for me that he had one. The thought of docking one day almost turned me into a puddle on the blue carpet in my office.
“Stick your tongue out, baby.”
I tilted my head a bit to meet his gaze. I stuck my tongue out, ready to take anything he was willing to give me. As he slapped his cock against my tongue, he groaned.
“So pretty like this, Cam. Prettier than I imagined.”
