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I. Could. Die.
“Ohhh… my…” I can’t even get out the words because my head is spinning, my mind reeling over the sensation spreading throughout my body.
“That’s a good girl,” he says between licks. “Come for me, Jem.”
His tongue is like heaven, a magician casting a spell on me each time it makes contact with the tiny bundle of nerves. I grip his hair between my fingers and pull him closer, smothering his head between my thighs. He slips his tongue between my slick folds and laps up my juices, his eyes meeting mine.
With a firm hold on my thighs, Tucker lifts my ass up from the mattress and devours me, his tongue like a skilled weapon being used against me. My body vibrates from the sheer intensity of the orgasm rocking through me.
Tucker opens the drawer next to the bed and quickly rolls on a condom. Lining himself up at my entrance, he inches inside me, the initial pinch somewhat painful. But with each inch, he breaks through my inner walls, careful as he rocks into me, filling me up.
“I was right,” Tucker whispers the words against my ear as he raises my hand above my head to thread our fingers together.
“About what?” I moan.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Jem.” He continues to rock his hips, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck, you really are, baby.”
My body adapts to his size, the pain turning to pure pleasure. I’m so drunk on Tucker, my body consumed by the sheer force of the orgasm that owns me, dominates me. Raising my leg with one hand, he changes the position, his cock sliding in harder, deeper, his pace even faster. I close my eyes from the pressure building once more, and he commands them open when he rubs my clit with his thumb. He ruins me, wrecks me from the inside out.
After I come again, Tucker is right behind me, his orgasm shaking through me.
“What the fuck?”
His words rip me from my pleasure-induced coma. “What’s wrong?”
He sinks back on his heels, still between my thighs, and sticks his finger inside me, the condom now pinched between his fingers.
I stare at the condom, confused at first. “Did you come in the condom or in me?”
He studies it for a second. “The condom, I think.”
I sit up and take a look, seeing fluid in the condom. “So, what happened? It got stuck?”
“Yeah. I guess I fucked you a little bit harder than I thought.”
I laugh. “Could you imagine if it got stuck up there?”
He laughs at my comment. “No, I don’t want to imagine that.” He hops off the bed to dispose of the condom in the trashcan, and then climbs back into bed with me.
Tucker kisses my forehead and then my lips, a quick peck that sets my skin on fire. Rolling onto his side, he stares down at me, neither of us ready to speak, still catching our breaths.
He drags his finger over my bottom lip. An intense connection sparks between us, the silence telling me what I need to know. His eyes say it all. He wants more. And so do I.
“What are you doing on Wednesday afternoon?”
His question surprises me.
“Going to class. Why?”
He smiles. “Because I want to take you somewhere.”
“Like on a date?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. A date.”
“I usually study in the afternoons at the library if you want to meet me there.”
His lips are close to mine, but not yet touching. “It’s a date.”
Sixteen
Tucker
The library is packed, not a dry seat in the house. Needing a place to study in peace, I climb the stairs to the top floor and head toward the back wall, where they keep the reference books. It’s usually vacant at this hour, so I’m surprised when I find Jemma, hunched over a textbook. She’s twirling a piece of her hair around her finger, her eyes pointed down at the book, deep in thought.
Since she’s at my table, the only table on the floor, I stop in front of her, waiting for her to glance up at me. A bright smile crosses her beautiful face.
“Hey, you,” she coos. “What are you doing up here?” Jemma checks her watch. “It’s not even two o’clock yet.”
“I needed a place to study. My house is too loud.”
She laughs. “I bet.”
I dip my head to the chair next to her. “Mind if I join you?”
“As if you even had to ask.” Jemma moves over to the chair next to the window, leaving hers open for me to sit.
After I drop my bag to the desk, I remove my books and flip to the assignment due tomorrow. I should have started this sooner, but I haven’t exactly had my head on straight lately. Now that my suspension has been lifted, and Trent and I can play with the team, my head has been cluttered with everything but schoolwork.
