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“Iris?” he answers me simply.
“What are you doing here? In my residence?”
For an answer, he glances at the two girls who accompany him, a coy smile stuck to his face. “Oh. OK. No need for details. Have a nice evening.”
I quickly pass by them, ignoring the little laugh that comes out of his mouth. Sanchez has always seemed rather solitary and withdrawn to me since I met him, not the type to screw several girls at once. But appearances are sometimes deceiving, I know something about that. I think back to my little sister’s words the other day. She had just met Sanchez and was already telling me that she didn’t like him. Was it just a matter of appearances?
As I walk down the dimly lit hallway of my floor, my heart misses a beat. There’s someone outside my apartment.
“Tucker?” I gasp when I finally make out the man.
He is sitting in front of the door, his head back against the wood, his eyes closed. At the sound of my voice, his eyelids open and he straightens up.
“What are you doing here?”
He shrugs his shoulders and looks at his hands. His knuckles are bruised. But something else catches my eye. He looks tired, weary, almost lost.
I kneel before him, attentive. I don’t like to see him like this. He doesn’t look like himself. He is usually so strong. I want to shake him, to help him get better.
“I don’t know,” he answers after a minute, his voice broken. “I needed to see you.”
We look at each other for a long time, straight in the eyes, without moving. He tries to give me a message, but I can’t understand what he really wants. I could tell him about the cops, tell him he’s safe and that Matt won’t say anything, but we want something else.
Finally, he stands up. My chest almost touches his, but he does nothing to pull me to him. It’s as if he’s afraid of my reaction and hesitates. So I take the step. I snuggle up to him, my nose pressed against his T-shirt. I inhale deeply his scent, and he does the same. I hear him take a long breath, his nostrils against my hair. His breath then hits my ear as his mouth slowly moves and he kisses my neck. Once, twice.
My arms tighten around his torso, my body perfectly molding his. I wanted to calm him down by doing this, but in reality, it calms me down too.
The heat from his body is slowly warming me up. I just need to snuggle up to him a little more. I close my eyes, letting myself go for a second, not fighting this bond that is starting to form between us.
Why fight the inevitable?
His mouth joins mine, and his tongue begins to caress me. His teeth nibble my lower lip. I let him take possession of me and of a part of my soul. My fingers twist in his hair, and I press myself a little harder against him. I don’t care about anything, about my neighbors, about the moans that only want to come out of my mouth.
Soon we reach my room, and I find myself lying across my mattress, Tucker on top of me. He kisses my face then sucks on the tender skin of my neck, drawing a moan from me. I could let him give me pleasure, but this time I want him to succumb before I do. I can still feel the storm raging inside him, and I don’t want to fight it. I want to dance with the storm that runs through him.
So I push him on his back, and he lets go. He pulls his shirt as I reach the object of my lust, the waistband of his pants. His hand immobilizes my impatient fingers.
“What are you doing, babe?”
I pass my tongue over my lips without answering him and return to what I was doing. He loosens his grip, attentive to my every move. When I reach his boxers and discover the prominent erection that was hidden behind the fabric, my breath stops. I need to feel his taste on my tongue. This sudden urge guides my movements. My tongue slowly titillates the tip of his cock, and a violent swear comes out of his mouth as Tucker twists his fingers through my hair. Realizing the brutality of his words, he releases his grip and gently strokes the back of my head.
“You decided to drive me crazy?” he asks me, short of breath.
I respond by parting my lips. My hot breath falls on his skin. When my mouth closes around his sex and his taste really invades my palate, I moan while rubbing my thighs against each other. The pleasure this act gives me almost shocks me. I’m not an expert on oral sex, and I didn’t know that seeing Tucker take pleasure would feel so good.
“Yes, babe. Take me harder.”
His tone is very different than usual. His semi-supplication draws a smile from me but I obey. I dig my cheeks a little deeper and swallow him more deeply, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I received when his mouth was between my thighs.
***
Half an hour later, I am lying on him, flat on my stomach, naked. My breasts are pressed against his chest and his thumb traces arabesques on the tender skin of my back. The difference in temperature between my room and our two bodies makes me shiver, but his warmth helps me not to feel cold.
A pleasant silence fills the room, interspersed only with the sound of the movie playing on the TV across from us.
“You want to talk to God? Let’s go see Him together. I’ve got nothing better to do,” I whisper along with one of the characters.
“Do you know the movie by heart?” Tucker asks me with a chuckle.
