Page 101 of Coming Home Country
My heart twisted, knowing we would be forced to say goodbye in the morning. Shoving that sadness to the back of my mind, I boldly squeezed his cock. A surge of power rushed through my veins when his knees buckled, and he had to catch himself with a hand pressed to the mattress beside me.
He’d ditched the tie after work but still wore his white button-down and black slacks. With both hands, I gripped the sides of his open collar and tugged Tucker onto the bed. He came willingly, and I laid back, allowing his larger frame to crawl over me.
Once he was caging me in from above, he dipped his head, capturing my lips in a druggingly slow kiss. I sank into it, moaning as his tongue dove in with deep, sweeping strokes. It was passionate without being hurried, and I clung to him in the hope that if I held on tight enough, I wouldn’t have to let him go when the sun came up.
He parted my legs with a thigh. The firm press of it there put the perfect pressure against my throbbing core.
I threw my head back on a gasp, and Tucker took full advantage, dragging his hot mouth down the column of my throat. He knew exactly which spots to pause and suck on to drive me wild.
Without shame, I bucked against his muscular thigh. The friction against my clit was heaven and hell rolled into one. I was painfully turned on, and each lift of my hips brought sweet relief, sparking near-blinding pleasure. My inner muscles clenched around nothing in my desperation to detonate the orgasm that remained just out of reach.
Tucker picked up on it instantly, cooing against my fevered skin, “What’s the matter, baby?”
A huff of frustration flew past my lips. “So close.”
“Need a little help?”
“Please,” I practically sobbed.
“Your needy pussy has already soaked through my pants,” he rasped in my ear. “Tell me what it is you need, Bex. Is it my fingers?” His touch skimmed a path over my chest and down my stomach but stopped a few inches short of where I needed him most. “What about my mouth?” His tongue flicked out to tease the skin behind my ear, and I whimpered. “Or perhaps, my dirty girl wants to skip to the main event and needs my cock.” He ground his hips. The heavy weight of his dick was sweet torture against my belly, hidden behind far too many clothes.
My mind was hazy, the all-consuming lust making it hard to focus on anything other than the need for the man whose body weight was settled deliciously atop me. “Any of them. All of them. Dealer’s choice. So long as it’s now.” My impatience was only further highlighted when I began clawing at his shirt, fumbling to get the buttons undone.
Tucker’s husky chuckle had electricity buzzing beneath my skin, and I couldn’t stop the moan that worked its way up my throat.
When he rose to his knees, the rush of cool air wafting over my heated flesh brought goosebumps to the surface. With deft fingers, he worked the last two buttons of his shirt before letting the material fall away. Then he quickly discarded his pants and boxers, leaving him gloriously naked before me.
Goddamn, that dick was gorgeous, standing proud between his thighs—thick and long enough to steal my breath away upon entry but not so big that it hurt.
If I didn’t know any better, I might think it was created just for me, the perfect size to bring me endless pleasure.
Under my hungry gaze, precum beaded at the tip, and I licked my lips as the phantom taste of him ghosted over my tongue. Tucker caught me staring and gripped his shaft, head dropping back on a groan as he stroked his length slowly.
“Tuck.” I made weak grabby hands, desperate to feel his hot skin against mine.
His blue eyes grew as dark as the ocean as he scanned my lace-clad form. Fingers plucked at the stretchy material. “Expensive?”
Swallowing, I managed to nod.
“Good.” The word was almost lost to the sound of ripping fabric.
He moved so fast that my gasp of surprise was instantly smothered by his tongue sliding deep into my mouth. We writhed against each other, trying to get closer, even though there wasn’t an inch of space between us.
Tucker’s heavy weight pinned me down, and I went out of my mind as the tip of his cock glided through my seam, teasing my entrance.
“Now,” I demanded on a breathless whimper, nails digging into the skin of his back.
Without another moment of delay, his hips surged, filling me in a single stroke, and our throaty groans mixed together. That initial merging of our bodies was euphoric; there weren’t words to describe how incredible it felt to have Tucker inside me.
My hands drifted to his ass, gripping the firm muscle and urging him to move. A whine sounded when he remained immovable, holding as still as a statue. Though the hard ridges of his body might suggest he was carved from marble, the pulsing of his cock within me betrayed that he was very much alive.
“Fuck yourself on my cock.” His voice came out strained. “Use it to get off, baby.”
With desire gripping me in a chokehold, I couldn’t make sense of his words. That was, until he shifted onto one elbow, which freed up a hand to tweak my nipple, and my hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the spark of pleasure that action sent straight to my clit.
His lips dropped to the curve of my neck, sucking the flesh while he continued to pluck at the stiff peak of my breast. Tucker held his lower body steady, his hard cock offering a delicious fullness to aid in the ecstasy of having my clit grind against the base with every buck of my hips.
Tucker’s grunts as I worked myself into a frenzy indicated that he was barely hanging on. He was close. I only prayed I was closer.
