Page 52 of Embers in the Dark

Damn, he’s dirty and I’m completely here for it.

CHAPTER 17

Tucker

The minutewe get back to the apartment, we toss everything from the picnic on the floor and Baylee pounces on me. She wraps her arms around my neck, with her legs around my waist. I palm her ass as I kiss her. We can’t keep our hands or lips off one another.

I kick the door closed while I walk us deeper into the apartment. I’m tempted to find the nearest surface and fuck her right there, but I can’t have our first time be just anywhere. I need to take my time with her. After I just had a taste of her while upstairs, it took all my self-control not to strip her bare and take her right then and there.

I walk us back to my room and the moment I’m close enough to the bed, I lay her onto the mattress. She stretches out on the mattress, her hair splaying across my comforter and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Fuck, she’s stunning.

She pushes herself up and pulls on my shirt to bring my body on top of her. I decide not to give her what she wants so easily. She protests with a growl.

“Calm down, Firefly,” I tell her as I toe my shoes off.

I grab the waistband of her leggings, and she bites downon her lower lip. I pull her pants down, only leaving her panties on her lower half, exposing the goosebumps along her skin as I pull the fabric down. Next to come off are her shoes. Everything is thrown to the floor.

“You nervous?” I ask her.

She shakes her head as she moves her hands up and squeezes her breasts. Damn, she’s so sexy.

“You’ll let me know if you want me to stop?” I don’t want to push too much tonight.

“I want all of you, Tucker,” she whispers.

I crouch down to the floor. She comes up on her elbows so our eyes stay connected. I begin to plant open-mouthed kisses along the inner part of her ankles. She opens her legs wider for me as I trail up her leg.

“Tucker,” she moans, the anticipation building.

“Yes, baby.” I keep my eyes on her. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“You. It’s always been you.” She keeps palming her breasts and pinching her nipples. She must be extra sensitive on her breasts. I’ll have to keep that in mind.

I’m right at the juncture of her legs and I can see the wet mark on her underwear. I poke my tongue out and lick that spot. She moans and gyrates her hips. She’s so fucking turned on and I’m so hard, I need to get these jeans off.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot right now, Bay,” I tell her.

“You have too many clothes on, Tucker.”

Getting her hot and bothered is exactly my plan.

I give her a sly smile and grab my shirt from behind my neck and pull. I hear a soft sigh from Baylee, and I won’t lie how it feeds my ego.

I throw my shirt to the side with her pants and move to hover over her, stealing a kiss from her. There’s nothing soft about the way we’re moving now. Her fingers dig into my back, and I know she’s leaving marks with her long nails. It only spears me on—I bring my lips to her neck and I suckhard, leaving my own mark on her that I know she’ll see come morning.

I move lower and bring her shirt up and over her head. Her bra is black and lacy. I can see her nipples through the fabric and if it’s even possible, my dick is getting harder through my jeans.

“Shit, Baylee, you’re breathtaking.” I bring my palm to her chest and squeeze her right breast.

She moans in response, arching her back and pushing her breast into me. Then I pull the fabric down, freeing the one breast. I bring my lips over the peeked nipple and suck it. I do the same thing to the opposite breast. She gets frustrated with the bra and rips it off entirely. I can’t help the laugh that escapes.

She palms my face and brings my lips to hers and begins kissing me again. Soon she’s fumbling with the button on my jeans and pushing the fly down. She uses her feet to push my pants down as we continue to make-out like teens. Now we only have our underwear separating us from being completely naked and I’m going to combust if I’m not inside her.

She continues touching me, her small hands exploring me, moving under the waistband of my boxers. The minute her hand touches my dick I can’t help the intake of breath. I’ve been so turned on, any movement in this direction, I run the risk of blowing my load and embarrassing myself.

I feel her smile against my lips as she starts to move her hand further down my shaft. It’s not until she gets closer to the head of my cock that she stills, which I was expecting.

“Tucker, is that—is that a piercing?” she asks. She doesn’t sound horrified; that’s something at least. She sounds intrigued.

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