Page 51 of Embers in the Dark

He nods, then looks out at the view in front of us. He stays silent, as if he’s processing what to say.

Finally, he speaks, “Yeah, I won’t say I always predicted this happening between us. You and I were in different stages for so long. I can’t lie and say I’ve fantasized about us together our whole lives, Baylee. You were too young for a long time. But last year, something changed. I felt it. I saw you in a different light and I haven’t been the same. Now I want to explore what we could be.”

“What changed? Why will you try now and not last year?” I ask him. I still don’t get why he had to wait until right now to finally take this leap with me.

“Will you accept that I just had to pull my head out of my ass?” He looks at me. “That’s the only explanation I can give.”

“If that’s the truth, then yes.” The way his eyes rake over my body, I want to rip his clothes off and lick him all over.

“So, can I have my way with you now?” I blurt. Finding ways to let out pieces of myself again is freeing and fun. I think it’s because Tucker makes me feel safe.

“I’m starting to feel like you’re just after me for one thing, Baylee,” he says.

“Oh, and what’s that?” I ask, inching my body closer.

“A little release,” he says, his eyes watching me eat up the space between us. He licks his lips, and I know he’s not mad about the fact I’m getting closer to him.

“Well, a girl has needs.” I shrug. “But I can just say goodnight and head downstairs and take out my trusty vibrator instead. If you think your little friend can’t help me, that is. I mean, is he a micro-thing, is that it?” I pout while lookingdown at his crotch. “Oh no, Tucker.” I gasp. “Do you have a micro-penis?”

Tucker moves so quickly that I’m laying on the blanket, my laughter the only sound surrounding us.

“Micro-penis? What the fuck, Baylee.” He looks horrified. Right then he grinds his hips into me. “There’s nothing micro about me, including my dick.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I need to see to be sure,” I tell him even though I can feel the bulge against my thigh.

Shit, it is so long and thick. My pussy is getting wetter by the second in anticipation of him being inside me.

“I swear, Baylee, if you even think of calling me small or micro in any way again, I will fucking spank that ass.” He brings his lips to my ear and nibbles on my earlobe. “Or maybe I’ll put you on your knees and have to shut you up another way.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan and I can feel my nipples harden with the mere mention of having that kind of control over Tucker.

“I know the thought of that turns you on, doesn’t it, Bay?” He moves his lips along my jaw, his beard leaving a burn on my skin.

Soon he kisses me and there’s nothing sweet about our connection. He deepens our kiss and I can’t help the moan he pulls from me. I swear if this wasn’t a shared space, I would be pulling his clothes off and fucking him right here.

“Tucker, if you don’t take me back to the apartment, I won’t care if we have an audience. I will literally take your clothes off right here and fuck you for everyone to see.” I’m getting hot just thinking about it.

“No one sees this pussy but me, you understand me, Baylee?” He nibbles my collarbone.

Then he does something unexpected. He moves his hand up my calf and my thigh. It feels like every touch of his fingers along my skin is igniting a fire in my body. Then he moves that hand along the waistband of my leggings.

“How wet is this pussy for me?” he asks.

The dirty talking is only egging me on even more. I’m writhing beneath him. I bite down on my bottom lip. He’s looking up at me, as if he’s waiting for me to grant him access. I open wider for him, the only permission he needs, and then I watch his hand move beneath my pants.

I feel his fingers graze my sensitive clit and I can’t help the involuntary lift my hips do when I feel him move along my folds.

“Fuck, Baylee, you’re so fucking wet,” he says. “I’m going to make you come, baby.”

“Yes, please.” I’m already so close.

He inserts a finger then adds another. The way he curls his fingers inside me, then plays with my clit, it’s bliss. I see stars. I swear, no other man has been this good at playing with my pussy. I gyrate my hips while Tucker pumps into me, and I’m coming so soon while telling him how good it feels. I can’t stay quiet and I don’t even care.

Tucker doesn’t seem to mind how loud I’m being. He’s cheering me on, telling me how hot I am while I’m coming. It’s unexpected, yet something I find completely in Tucker’s character.

Once I come down from my high, I open my eyes and find Tucker inserting the two fingers he just had inside me into his own mouth.

“Mmm, I guess I don’t need dessert anymore.”

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