His free hand comes to my chin, thumb and first finger gently pulling my mouth open as he says, “Again.”
The smile I almost had is lost thanks to the inferno of heat hisaction sends rippling through me. Even though I literally just got off, my clit gives a little pulse of interest as she finds her second wind.
Arousal adds a new layer to the experience of pleasing Tucker Bradshaw. One that has me doing things as much for my benefit as for his. So this time, after doing as he requested, I give the flat, smooth bit of flesh a little suck.
Tucker must not have seen that coming, because the sound he makes is a mix of surprise and pleasure. The masculine grunting noise sends goosebumps racing across my skin and scalp as his hold on my hair tightens.
He tries to use his grip to pull my mouth to his, but I know kissing will be a slippery slope right now, and it’s highly likely I’ll get distracted. I’ve known Tucker long enough to suspect that if he sees the opportunity to turn this around and take care of me, he will.
And right now I just want to take care of him.
Instead of letting our lips meet, I crane my neck so I can lock my mouth onto the warm bit of skin just below his ear. Tucker makes another surprised grunt, and this time his hips flex, the tip of his dick leaving a trail of precum as it drags across my thigh.
Never in my wildest dreams did I expect I would want to make a man happy again. Not in any way. Tucker has changed that. He's changed a lot. Enough that, when I have to leave him, I'm not sure how I'm going to go back to who I was before. But again, that's a problem for future Ruth.
Future Ruth is going to hate my fucking guts.
Right now, all I want to think about is how much I'm enjoying touching him. How much I want him to enjoy that I'm touching him. So I focus all my energy—all my thoughts—on that task. I rake my teeth over the skin of his neck. Nip at the place where his shoulder joins it. I tease his nipples and moan a little when he tugs at my hair.
He’s not the only one enjoying the experience, and by the time I'm finally moving lower on his body, I’m so wet I'm probably dripping. There's an ache throbbing between my thighs as I finally come face-to-face with the monster.
My lips curve just thinking about how cute he reacted when I called it that. The way he almost seemed a little bashful and proud. Honestly, everything about Trevor is cute. Adorable even.
Except the deep way he groans when I wrap my lips around the head of his dick. That is sexy. Probably sexier than anything I've ever heard in my whole life, and I make it my personal goal to have him re-creating that same sound as many times as possible. Giving a blow job never felt like a quest before, but this one does. A challenge. One I'm eager to take on.
And take it on, I do.
I swallow every inch of him I can manage, only stopping when I'm on the cusp of gagging, before retreating, making sure I add just a little suction as I go. I feel each bob of my head in my clit. Each grip of Tucker's fingers registers in my nipples, making them pull tighter and tighter. To the point they're almost painful in the most luxurious of ways.
"Fuck, Ruthless." Tucker's eyes haven't left me since I crawled over him. They track my every move as I take him down over and over. The lust in his gaze is palpable. Addicting.
It feeds mine, and before I even know what I'm doing, his leg is between my thighs and I'm rubbing against his knee as I suck, needing relief from this desperate ache.
"That's it." Tucker shifts the angle of his leg so it presses against me more firmly. "Use me."
Now we’re both moaning, and my focus has scattered. My movements are no longer calculated or careful, but needy and driven only by desire.
For some reason, Tucker seems to like that even more, and in only a few seconds, his dick has gotten even harder as it rubsagainst my tongue. I moan around my mouthful of him, adding a hand to the base of his cock, holding it steady as I wiggle more and more in my search for completion.
"Come on, sweet girl. Take what you want."
Tucker's breathing is ragged and there's an urgency in his words. An urgency I feel when the hard line of him flexes in my mouth. Knowing he's on the edge is all it takes to send me right over, and I begin to shake as my climax hits, pretty much forgetting about the task at hand.
And mouth.
That doesn't appear to matter though, and a split second after I begin to come, Tucker's hand pulls tight on my hair, lifting my mouth away. His free hand wraps around mine as he works our shared grip up and down his length. I watch in fascination as he helps me finish him off, sending lines of shimmering wetness streaking over the abs I'm so fascinated by.
I thought Tucker Bradshaw naked was hot. And I was right.
But a thoroughly satisfied Tucker Bradshaw stretched across the bed, his cock glistening with my spit as lines of cum decorate his skin? Now that is truly a sight to behold.
One I intend to see again as soon as possible.
His chest heaves as he stares up at me. "Fucking hell, Ruthless." His head drops back against the pillows, eyes leaving me for the first time since this started. "You really live up to your name, don't you?"
Is it weird to be proud of a blow job? Because I think I am.
I start to shift so I can grab something to clean up the mess across his skin, but Tucker hooks an arm around my waist, tugging me down to the mattress. "Don't you dare."
