“I guess it depends what it is,” I say easily, but I doubt I’ll say no. It doesn’t even matter what it is at this point.
“I’m supposed to give you notice before we spend a night away from the Academy. But if we stay away tonight, then I won’t be giving you notice.” He glides his finger down my cheek and I shiver.
“Let’s do it. We’ll consider this notice enough.” I barely get my words out before his mouth is on mine, and his tongue is exploring every single inch of it.
He unbuckles my belt and pushes me down against the seat, and positions himself between my legs.
“Just a taste of what’s to come.” He undoes the button of my jeans, and then shimmies them down my legs.
He slides himself down my body, hooks my panties in his fingers, and pulls them down. It’s only moments before his mouth is over my clit. He sucks and flicks my nub with his tongue, while sliding his fingers deep inside.
I can’t breathe, think, do anything of consequence. It feels so good, too good. I can feel electricity shooting down my spine, and a heat building low in my stomach. My toes are curling within my boots and my hand is clutching onto the belt behind my head.
“Tucker, stop, don’t stop. Oh. My. God,” I cry out as I finally explode. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, swallowing every drop I have to give.
The car comes to a stop, and he slides my panties and jeans back into place. I take a few moments to compose myself before we leave the car and I take in the place that we’ve stopped at.
“I have an apartment at the top. It’s not my home, but it’s where I stay when I’m here.”
“Is this where we’re staying for the night?” I arch my head back, but the building goes on for miles.
“It is, and then I have one last surprise for you tomorrow before we go back to the Academy. Come on, Tiny One. Just try to keep an open mind,” he adds on. We enter the apartment building and ride the elevator up to the penthouse.
We step inside and to say I’m shocked is an understatement. This is like nothing I could have ever imagined. He has a black and grey sectional in the middle of his living room, sky blue walls, and what I assume are family photos on the walls. There’s one with a little girl, who I guess is his niece, who I’ll meet once the year ends.
His kitchen is modern, with cream walls and marble countertops. I can’t see the bedroom from here, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s like these rooms. This place feels like a home and nothing like the bachelor pad I had pictured in my mind.
“This is so... homey. I love the family photos,” I say, as I walk over to them and take some time to look at the people and moments that he decided were important enough to capture and display.
There is one of him and a girl who I guess is his sister, waiting in line for some kind of ride at a theme park. One of him and a man holding fishing rods, and a massive fish between them. One has him standing in front of a house, with his arms wrapped around a woman, and the last one is of him and his niece. He has her on his shoulders, and she’s wearing the biggest smile. I look to my left and find one more. Of Tucker with Tom and Aeron, and they look happy.
What went wrong?
“You finished snooping?” He stands behind me and leans his chin on top of my head.
“I think I’m about done,” I say with a smile he can’t see, and he swats me on the ass.
“How about I give you a tour of the bedroom?” I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. He picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist.
He carries me into his room and drops me down onto the bed. I’m enveloped in rich cotton, and a mattress that both hugs and supports me at the same time.
He makes a quick work of sliding my boots, jeans, and panties off. I help him along with my top and bra, then I lean back on my elbows and watch as he undresses himself.
“Random question, but just how big are you?”
“Seriously, you want an actual number?” He looks incredulous as his brows rise, and he pauses with his thumbs hooked in his waistband.
“I mean, don’t all guys measure themselves at least once?”
“I haven’t. What, you want me to grab a ruler so you can measure me?” It could help.
“I mean, if you have one...”
“I am not going to stand here while you measure my dick. You’d be measuring me soft if anything, and that won’t be a true number.” He folds his arms across his thick chest, and I’m biting my cheek to stop from laughing.
“Okay. Can you do a windmill?” I’m not going to last much longer, this is just too fun.
He sticks his tongue in his cheek as he takes his clothes off. My mouth runs dry at the sight of him, then his hands are on his hips and he’s doing it. I shouldn’t clap, but I can’t help myself.
“You are so fucking weird.” He pushes me back down until I’m flat on my back. His mouth falls on my nipples, and his hand works my other one.
He builds a frenzy up within me. I need him somewhere else, but I don’t know how to tell him what I want.
“I want you on top.” He bites down on my nipple, before climbing up me, and sucking on my bottom lip.
He flips us until I’m on top of him, and then he guides my hips until I’m rubbing myself against his length.
He lines himself up, and then I’m pushing down. It’s only just registered that we’re facing one another, and he’s never had me a position where I could stare into his eyes before. So, why can’t I? Why am I sliding mine closed as I grind myself against him? Rolling my hips and building the perfect friction between us.
His fingers are digging into my hips as he holds me in place and thrusts himself up, hard and fast. Hitting every spot I have, and I’m so damn close.
“Look at me, Tiny One.” His voice is gravelly and deep, and it’s only adding to the pleasure that’s coursing through my body.
“You don’t like to,” I moan out, hoping he won’t stop this delicious torture.
“What’s one more rule?” My eyes open slowly and lock onto his.
The warmth in my stomach is growing hotter. Calling it an inferno may not even cover it, and staring into his eyes is intense. Too intense. I feel more bare than I have ever felt before. I lean down and kiss him hard, it’s all tongue and clashing teeth. Messy, dirty, and so damn hot.
I come hard and he isn’t far behind; he grunts as I cry out, and then I just lay here. Spent and content, as my eyes drift closed, and the night just falls away.
I wake up, tangled up with him, and he’s snoring lightly. I can’t believe I fell asleep, should I feel embarrassed? I just feel so relaxed, and this is turning into one of my favorite ways to wake up in the morning.
I draw circles on his chest, tangling with the smatter of hair he has, and he isn’t even stirring. I don’t know why I drop a kiss onto his neck, before I climb off the bed and steal his dressing gown.
I walk into his living room, I may as well make us some breakfast. I have no idea if Tucker can even cook, and I may as well whip something together while I’m up.
I root around through his cupboards and find a waffle iron, and get set to whip up some batter. There’s nothing better than homemade waffles, I just hope he likes them. I pull open a few drawers, trying to find either a whisk or a spoon a least. My eyes fall on a letter tucked away, I’m not going to read it, although I can see the address stamped across the top. It’s from the court, is Tucker being served? Is this why he keeps disappearing and spends so much time on his phone? His attitude makes a little more sense. I close the drawer and finally find a whisk and start to make the waffles. Luckily, he also has cinnamon. It’s definitely one of my more preferred flavors, and again, I really hope he likes it too.