Tuck makes a deep, satisfied sound. Finally, he gives me what I want. He pulls my panties to the side and traces a firm circle around my clit.
My pussy clenches, white-hot pleasure rippling through me. I can’t believe how good it feels. If Tuck weren’t holding me against him, I’m sure that my legs would give out and I’d fall to the floor.
This time when I buck my hips, he supplies the pressure I crave. His thumb keeps circling my clit while his middle finger drags through my folds. My head is spinning. I bite my bottom lip to keep my soft moans from turning into loud cries, cries that could give us away.
Because if someone discovers us here, if Tuck has to stop before I get the release my body is screaming for, I genuinely think I might die.
Finally, Tuck slides a finger inside me.
I gasp. My opening clenches around his big, strong finger. My head swims with bliss. The base of my spine feels tight, and pressure swells deep and low inside me as my entire body burns in the most delicious way.
His other hand kneads into my breast, ratcheting the sensation higher. I find myself wishing my dress were off, wishing we were really alone, wishing I could feel Tuck’s hand against my naked tit, the rough pad of his finger scraping the taut nub of my nipple.
But that can’t happen. This has to be it. This has to be good enough, just this one time.
Tuck’s finger crooks inside me, hitting the perfect spot, and it’s enough to send me hurtling to climax. The walls of my pussy clench around him, every other muscle in my body going tight along with it as I’m rocked by the most incredible release I can remember.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. My eyes are shut tight, pinpricks of light flashing behind them like tiny fireworks against a jet-black sky.
My chest is heaving when my climax subsides. I feel so loose, so light. It’s the most relaxed and unwound I’ve felt in … I can’t remember when. It’s only after it’s been lifted from me that I realize how much tension I was carrying in my body.
“Fucking hell, Lockley,” Tuck says. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” He chuckles. “I can’t believe I made you come on my fingers when we haven’t even kissed.”
He turns me around. In the dim light, I can see him bring his hand up to his lips, the same hand that just got me off. One by one, he plunges his fingers into his mouth, slowly licking off my juices.
Even in the dimness, I see his bright blue eyes flash with appreciation as he tastes me. I draw in a sharp breath, my core clenching at how erotic the sight is.
“Let’s change that.” He places his hand firmly on the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss.
Our mouths crush together. When he rolls his lips, the taste of my own arousal bursts on my tongue. He angles his mouth to deepen the kiss, and it only fills my mouth with more of my own flavor.
I like it.
I kiss him back harder, wanting more. He slides his tongue across the crease of my lips, and I part them, granting him access. His tongue spears into me and slants against my own, exploring the inside of my mouth with assertiveness.
Then—I pull back.
His eyes are hooded and hazy. His plush lips are swollen from our kiss. His cheeks are flushed. His chest heaving.
“One-time thing,” I remind him. My voice is weak and thin. There’s no missing the disappointed lilt in it, either.
He nods. “That’s what you said.”
“I mean it. I needed this tonight. But this can’t be anything more than it was.”
Tuck’s brow pinches. His swollen lips draw into a straight, tight line on his face. But it only lasts a moment before his features return to their normal relaxed state. “Got it,” he says. “Loud and clear.”
As we walk back into the main room of the club, what’s troubling me isn’t whether I believe Tuck.
It’s whether I believe myself.
15
TUCK
When I see Olivia on campus, I rush over to her, wrap my arms around her, and lift her off her feet, spinning her around so fast her legs fly back behind her.
I got a ninety-four on my latest essay in Martinello’s class—all thanks to her.