I’m not. Yes, I technically got off, but not getting to return the favor is sort of putting a damper on my post-orgasm glow. Which is super weird since I’m normally the one in Tucker’s position.
And maybe that’s why I hate the thought of him laying beside me unfulfilled. I know what that feels like. How frustrating and hurtful it can be to think the person you’re with doesn’t care about your enjoyment.
I don’t want to hurt Tucker. Not in any way. I don’t want him to be unfulfilled or frustrated. Plus, he’s already gotten me off once and received nothing in return. There’s no way I’m gonna let that number keep racking up.
And I want to touch him. Now that I’ve seen what he looks like naked, a big portion of my brain has dedicated itself to imagining what his body feels like. How it will taste.
Wiggling out of his arms, I use my elbows to wedge him away from me as I scoot a few inches across the mattress before turning to face him.
His expression is crestfallen. You’d think I just told him he could never eat tiramisu again, and that Trevor is the twins’ favorite uncle.
“Are you going to your room?” His question is flat. Weirdly emotionless. Like he’s trying hard not to sway me.
He won’t. My decision has already been made.
“No.” I hold his eyes, voice stern as I say, “I’m going to suck your dick, and you’re going to lay back and enjoy it.”
Tucker’s mouth opens, but no words come out. Just a pitchy sort of squeak, which is hilariously adorable coming from the manliest man I’ve ever known.
It has my lips curving in a smile as I shift around, getting on my hands and knees so I can pull off the sweatpants doing very little to hide the hard line of his cock. I stretch the elastic carefully so I don’t snag anything important, then slide the soft fleece fabric free.
Since he wasn’t shy about looking at me, I’m not going to be shy about looking at him. Technically, I saw all this when I walked in on him in the bathtub earlier, but surprise made it difficult to genuinely process the amazing physique in front of me.
Tucker works hard at a very physical job, and it shows. Every inch of him is sculpted and strong. From the broad width of his shoulders to the lean curve of his calves, the man has the kind of body someone should carve into marble. I’m not a crafty girl. But if I was, I would totally take on the task. Mostly so I could stare at him naked for hours while I worked.
While I felt a little insecure at Tucker’s rapt attention on my nakedness, he’s unbothered by my perusal of his form. Actually, based on the way his hooded gaze is focused on me, and the occasional flexing of his dick, he might even be a little turned on by it.
“Like what you see, Ruthless?” A hint of a smirk teases across his lips. Like he knows damn well I like it. “I’m more than happy to give you a peek whenever you want.”
Normally, I would roll my eyes at his flirting. But this time is different. This time it’s not casual or harmless. Primarily, because the way I’m feeling about Tucker Bradshaw is anything but casual or harmless.
But that’s a problem for future Ruth to deal with. Right-now Ruth only has one thing to worry about. And that’s making sure the man sprawled out in front of her has just as many fond memories of their time together as she does.
“I might take you up on that.” I shift forward, hands bracketing either side of his chest.
I’m unsurprised when Tucker’s eyes immediately go to my tits. It’s become very clear he finds them pretty fucking great. I don’t blame him. They are pretty fucking great. And keeping my own focus on their greatness makes it easy to not worry so much about the other bits and pieces I’m less secure in. It also helps that Tucker seems to genuinely like every bit of me. Without theconcern of being judged hanging over my head, I feel a sense of freedom I haven’t experienced before.
Definitely not in sexual situations.
And it leaves room for me to be a little more daring. Allows me to focus less on myself, making it easy to focus only on Tucker.
And I think focusing on only Tucker is going to be really freaking fun.
“Any time, anywhere, Ruthless.” His hands fist in the blankets beneath his body as I let my puckered nipples trace a path over his stomach and up his chest. “All you have to do is say the word.”
“Anywhere?” I haven’t even really touched him, and the ideas for the ways I can put my hands on him next are already flowing. I’m imagining sneaky sucking moments in his office. Naptime hand jobs in the bathtub.
No.
In the bathtub, I should let him work the hard line of his dick between my tits. Make him love them even more.
“Anywhere.” Tucker’s voice is hoarse and ragged as he confirms his claim.
As a little reward for his eagerness, I tilt my head, shifting the trajectory of my mouth away from the center of his body so I can drag my tongue across one nipple. I lift my eyes to his face as I make contact, watching his reaction.
Tucker’s attention finally leaves my tits, now fused to where my tongue flicks against the hardened nub. All the air rushes from his lungs, dragging out one word—a low and rough, “Fuuuuuck.”
I almost smile, but then Tucker reaches for my hair, fingers dragging it away from my face and gathering it into a ponytail in his fist.
