JACKSON
Tucker’s dark hair curled in soft, little ruffles on the back of his neck, and I ran my nose along the skin just below them to take in his warm, spicy scent. It was him and the Earth and the horses, but somehow the combination was like a hit of the most potent drug to my senses. There was a lingering hint of whatever body wash he used that made him smell like some intoxicating beverage—like bourbon or whiskey.
It was such a fitting thing for him to smell like one of those drinks. They burned when you first took a sip, the punch of the alcohol driving most people away, but if you let it linger in your mouth… Oh, the sweetness you’d taste. Most couldn’t get past that initial encounter, but that was fine by me. I liked the idea of being in some exclusive club who drank whiskey neat and saw Tucker Legare as the sugary sweet man he was.
My fingers tightened around his hips, the boiling heat in my stomach trailing south the longer I was allowed this ripe, unfettered access to the man of my dreams. I wanted to lick and suck on his skin, leaving little reminders of where I’d been that only I would see. But instead, I let my lips trail over the place where my chain laid aroundhis neck. Tucker sucked in another shuttering breath, and I felt the way he shifted his hips ever so slightly, pressing back into me; and God, that was so fucking hot.
The single strand of my restraint was fraying, and I was quickly losing the battle, but there was a voice in the back of my mind screaming for me to slow down. But Tucker’s skin felt so good under my lips, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was pressing kisses that lingered.
They started out as quick pecks on the accessible expanse of his neck but quickly became more open mouthed as I sank deeper into my desire. But even still, alarm bells began to go off, reminding me that I’d just slipped his late husband’s ring from his finger. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed, but I managed to pull my lips from his warm flesh, and just as I was drumming up the strength to tear myself from his body, Tucker tilted his head.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped, those two words making me bite back a curse as I gladly dove in for the gift he was offering. If Tucker Legare wanted my mouth on him, he’d never have to ask me twice.
His skin was salty under my tongue as I ran it up the exposed column of his neck. Soft pants left him in ragged intervals, the sound doing nothing to quell the buzzing under my skin. This was so good, but I wanted more. I wanted his hands on me, wanted my lips on his, wanted to hear the choked out sounds he made when I brought him to climax. My teeth grazed along the soft skin just above the collar of his jacket, and Tucker let out a groan that sent heat straight to my cock.
Reflexively, I splayed my fingers wide against his hips, digging them into the rough fabric of his jeans, massaging at the tender junctions of his groin. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone else in my life, but the alarm bells in my head still clanged. One wrong move would burst this bubble we found ourselves in, and I needed to tread carefully. Each second with Tucker ticked me closer to a high I’d never experienced before, and I didn’t want it to end too quickly.
His head fell back against my shoulder, and I couldn’t help admiring the way he looked—face loose, eyes closed, and lips parted. All the stress he carried that pinched his expression into his typical grouchy appearance was gone, leaving behind the most gorgeous visage I’d ever seen.
My cock twitched behind my zipper when his pink tongue slipped out, running sinfully along his lower lip and leaving it shiny with his spit. It was like he didn’t even realize he’d done it; that he was torturing me while giving me everything I wanted.
“Wanna suck that tongue.” The words were gravel as they spilled from me. “Wanna make you feel so good, Tucker.”
Those deep amber hues shot open, and for a split second, I worried what I’d find when I looked into them, but there was nothing but liquid heat swirling there. They were molten lava, hot and burning, and I was going to dive headfirst into their inferno. Tucker Legare would consume everything of me, I knew it, but I couldn’t care.
His eyes dropped to my lips, and on instinct, I sucked the lower one through my teeth, wetting it as I did. And then he was there.
Tucker turned his shoulder, shifting so he could keep his lower body pressed against me as his lips crashed against mine. An explosion went off inside me, sensations rocketing down my spine, and I groaned into his mouth from the perfection of it. His lips were soft, supple, and so fucking delicious. The rasp of his facial hair against my skin gave me a high better than any drug. All of it was so perfectly Tucker—sweet kisses under the burn of coarse beard hair.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth with a possessive drive that I was more than willing to submit to. It was all-consuming and not enough at the same time. One of my hands traveled around the back of his neck and held on for dear life as Tucker ravaged my mouth. He was like a man deprived of something essential, like air or water, for too long, and now he was taking his fill from the source until he was completely satisfied. I was more than happy to hang on for the ride.
When I followed through on sucking on his tongue, a breathygasp fell from him, and the sound made tingles shoot straight to my balls. Fuck, I wanted to pull all sorts of noises from him. I wanted to be on my knees, sucking his cock the way I was his tongue, looking up into those molten whiskey eyes as he fell apart. I wanted to see the expression on his face when I brought him to the brink of orgasm and then let him spill down the back of my throat.
My own cock ached inside the confines of my jeans, and I instinctually ground against Tucker’s ass in the desperate chase for friction. I was nothing more than one giant ball of desire now, and everything inside me screamed to get off with this man. Fuck that he was my boss. He was mine for right now, and he was in my arms, kissing me.
Tucker’s mouth left mine suddenly, and I chased after it, not caring if it made me look like the needy slut I was. He didn’t go far, but instead turned around to fully face me, slotting his hips against mine in the process. The move made me curse under my breath with how perfect he felt against me. Then his lips were back on mine, his hands in my hair. We’d both lost our hats somewhere in the shuffle of it all, and Tucker’s nails scraping along my scalp was almost enough to make me come.
The drag of his erection against mine as I rocked into him was electric, even through our jeans. A growl rumbled from Tucker, and suddenly the only thing I could think about was finally getting to see his cock. My breaths sawed out of me as I pulled away just enough to catch his eye. He looked so goddamn sexy—eyes half lidded and glazed over with a needy expression.
“Fuck, Tucker,” I rasped, leaning in to steal just one more kiss. “Wanna make you feel so fucking good. Can I do that?” As I asked it, my hands found his belt, tugging slightly at the leather to indicate my desires.
He blinked a few times, looking a little fucked-out, but then nodded. “Yeah, make me feel good.” His voice was a husky thing, dripping with sex. It made ripples of sensation travel up my spine, and I hummed in appreciation.
“How do you want it?” I asked against his skin as I pressed kissesto his neck. It was hard for me to keep myself off him for more than a few seconds at a time. “Want my hand? My mouth?” A soft nip to his throat punctuated the last word, and he startled.
“Want…” His voice broke off on a moan as I dragged the flat of my tongue from where I’d bitten him to his jaw. “Fuck, Jackson…”
“You wanna fuck me?” I asked with a smile in my voice, grazing my lips along his ear. “I’d let you, ya know. If that’s what you wanted.”
Another sweet groan dripping in desperation came from him, but he shook his head. “No, no. Not now.”
My chuckle was soft, and I palmed at his bulge through his jeans. “That’s not never, but it’s fine. What do you want, Tucker?”
“Your mouth,” he panted, his hips bucking into my hand as small, aborted noises escaped his lips.
“Mmm, good choice,” I purred, quickly undoing his belt and jeans before sinking to my knees. His pants and underwear came easily as I tugged them down till his cock sprang free. It was gorgeous, just like him—cut, the head already an angry red, and a small bead of pre-cum welled against the tip.
My mouth watered at the sight, and without wasting any more time, I took hold of his shaft and lapped at his slit to catch the salty drop. Rolling my tongue around the head, I tried to encourage more of his essence out. He tasted so fucking good, and I wanted more. Greedily, my tongue speared into his slit, searching for one more drop of him.
