Page 66 of Words I Couldn't Say
Tucker’s expression darkened. Anticipation sent a shiver through my body when he silently moved around the desk and took his place behind me. His hands rested on my waist, and he drew me closer to him so his erection was firmly nestled against my ass. He leaned down, nuzzling my neck and peppering kisses along my bare skin.
“How could I ever say no to that?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ava. I want to see you. All of you.”
He took a step back from me, causing me to shiver from the loss of his warmth. His nimble fingers expertly worked my bra clasp before he threw the material across the office, leaving me bare to him. I turned to face him and reached to remove his shirt, but he stopped me. One hand came to the small of my back, and he drew me closer to him, crashing his mouth down on mine. His lips caressed mine before his tongue forced its way into my mouth, plundering and searching until he found mine. God, the relentless passion he was emitting resulted in liquid heat pooling between my legs. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
I arched my back and pressed my lower half against him, begging to make contact, to form any sort of friction.
“Youarehungry, baby. Hungry for my cock inside your tight, little cunt.”
Fuck me. That was hot. All I could do was nod. His gaze swept over my body, his fingers grazing my bare breasts and circling my nipples, which puckered under his touch.
Tucker’s hands slid down my body as he slowly sank to his knees. His thumbs hooked my panties and he wasted no time slipping the material down my legs, and I stepped out of them, more than ready to get this show on the road. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered more to himself than to me.
His fingers caressed my legs with slow, contented grazes until he reached the top of my thighs. Which were quivering with excitement because I was in Tucker’s office, in the middle of the day, naked and spread open for him. The thought that anyone could walk in and see us in this compromising position only increased my arousal.
He’d barely even touched me, and still, I was ready to explode with my need for him. “Tucker…”
The whisper trailed off when I took in the sight of him before me, on his knees, studying me with an intent that had my insides melting. I reached down, eager for him to continue, but he gripped my thighs as he shook his head.
“Not yet.” He gazed up at me, his expression heated and full of so much pleasurable promise. “Take your hands and place them on the desk. If you let go, I’ll stop.”
I immediately complied with his husky order. When Tucker was satisfied with my hands gripping the wooden desk behind me, he took one lone finger and slid it up and down my sex before he surged forward and took my clit into his mouth, sucking and giving me a nibble that had me moaning and gripping the desk even harder.
“Do you have any idea how wet you are?” It was like he’d read my mind. “Are you this wet for me? Or is it because, beyond that door, thirty men are probably fantasizing about you and doing this very thing to your body? Any one of them could walk in the door and get a sneak peek at this pretty pussy?”
Just as I was about to respond with affirmation, he rose and turned away from me, causing me to whimper. He swiftly crossed the room and locked the door. When he returned to me, he palmed my pussy.
“As exciting as it may be, this is mine. No one sees it but me.”
I nodded meekly, hoping that he’d get back to pleasuring me. Thank fuck, he did. His gaze locked on mine as his fingers resumed their gentle massaging of my clit, then down my folds, and back up again, ensuring he didn’t pay too much attention to any particular area. He was driving me wild with his lazy finger-fucking.
“Do you like that, Ava? My hands on you, my fingers getting soaked with your arousal? Or is it not enough? Do you need more? I can tell you want to come. You want it so bad.” His gaze roamed over my face, and I could only imagine how I looked. “I will never be able to sit at this desk again without thinking of you naked, practically begging to come. But I don’t believe it’s time for you to come just yet.”
I moaned and almost took my hand off the desk to pleasure myself, but I maintained control at the last second, not wanting him to prolong this delicious torture if I disobeyed his previous order.
“Please, Tucker. I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Make me scream so everyone hears and knows exactly what we’re doing.” I was practically begging, my body electrified from the pleasure that was oh so close but so far away.
“Patience, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
I wasn’t sure how I willed myself to keep my fingers on the desk when all I wanted to do was touch myself. The only thing keeping me from doing so was the knowledge that Tucker would probably retreat even farther if I defied him.
The thought sent shivers down my spine. Where had this sexy, gruff alpha male come from and what had he done with my sweet, loveable, not-so-long-ago virgin?
I didn’t care. I loved both sides of him.
I was just about to beg when Tucker gave me sweet relief in the form of his finger finally,finally, nudging my entrance and sinking into me. My sigh of relief promptly became a gasp when another finger joined. Each plunge and each retreat had me on the edge of pleasure, yet it wasn’t quite enough to push me into oblivion.
“Tucker…I can’t. I need…God.” I was a panting, writhing, wanton mess.
His answering chuckle had my eyes fluttering open just in time to watch him languidly slide his fingers out of me and then rise to his feet. The moment he placed one finger on my lips, my tongue darted out to taste myself.
“Mmm,” I moaned, which elicited a tight groan from him.
“Now, that’s just not fair. You’ve gotta share, baby,” he told me.
That was when I learned how much Tucker like the taste of me.
His lips crashed down on mine and his tongue immediately darted out of his mouth. He alternated between licking and sucking, like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he lapped up every last drop.
