Page 83 of Coming Home Country
Telling my inner hussy to pipe down, I refocused my attention on the infuriating man who decided when and how I was going to get off tonight.
Seriously, though. Who the hell died and made him God?
I might love him, but the minute he took his hands off me, I was going to fuck Tucker like I hated him.
He dipped his head to where I was being held open by him.
“Sensitive, baby?” He blew a hot breath over my slick flesh.
My hips begged to rise, but his grip kept them pinned to the mattress.
“Very,” I gritted out.
“That’s a shame,” he cooed, voice husky. “Your poor pussy is crying at the injustice of it all.” Tucker’s tongue swiped through my center, stopping just short of my throbbing clit. “So fucking wet.”
“Just do it already.” My words were clipped, my patience having flown out the window long ago.
Blue eyes blazing, he peeked over my mound. “Do what, Bex? Tell me what you need.”
I huffed. “That really how you want to play this?”
Tucker arched a dark eyebrow. “And how’s that?”
“Acting like you’re actually going to give me what I need if I tell you. Please,” I scoffed. “You know what? I’m starting to think that all Ineedis a vibrator and not a man. At least then, I won’t be left unsatisfied.”
“Picked up a little bit of spunk in the city, did we?” He chuckled; the vibration of it on his lips against my pussy had me moaning. “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, baby. It fucking turns me on. You wanna fight back? By all means, be my guest.”
Oh, he liked it when I mouthed off? Fine.
“You’re an asshole,” I spat.
Tucker nipped the skin of my inner thigh, and I hissed.
“I said it turned me on. But that doesn’t mean it will get you what you want any faster.”
Okay, time to switch tactics.
Sweetening my voice, I rasped, “Tucker, baby, I love you. Please.”
“I love you too, Bex.” He placed a barely-there kiss over my clit.
A little harder, throw in some tongue action, and we’re golden. Come on!
“But that’s not going to work on me. Not tonight.”
Fuck. I thought I had him for a minute there.
His tongue probed at my entrance before spearing inside. It felt amazing, but I wanted to scream because it wasn’t nearly enough. Then came lazy strokes through my sex, venturing ever closer to my clit without ever settling there. But it was when he flattened his tongue, putting the perfect pressure where I needed while simultaneously withholding my ability to rock against it for the friction I craved to throw me over, that I lost it.
I was right there. The peak of pleasure so close but just outof reach.
Frustration boiling over, my neck arched as I let out a primal scream.
“Problem?” Tucker’s smug voice sounded from between my thighs.
“You know damn well there’s a problem. Let me fucking come, for the love of God!” I practically sobbed.
“Hmm.” He pretended to mull it over. “Not sure I’ve punished you enough.”
