Page 44 of The First Best Man

I grunt and moan at the pleasure of it, and then I feel his fingers gently spread me open just before his tongue taps against my clit.

“Holy shit,” I say aloud this time, the words rocketing out of me and echoing off the walls.

Tucker’s laughter vibrates against my tender flesh as he taps my clit again, then swirls the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud in a slow, hypnotizing motion. My leg muscles start to tremble as the ones in my core tighten.

I try to hold off the orgasm. I really do. I don’t want this to end. It feels too amazing.

But there’s no stopping it when Tucker’s tongue doubles its speed, lashing at my clit for maybe threeseconds before my core implodes. I shout, my heels digging into the mattress as my hips buck upward. Tucker stays right there with me, licking me over and over to draw out the pleasure as long as possible.

Only when I slump back to the mattress does he relent, kissing the inner thigh of both legs before climbing back onto the bed to collapse on his back next to me. A shocked laugh bursts from my lips as I revel in how amazing that was, and when I look over at Tucker, his own smile is filled with pride.

I roll onto my side, staunchly ignoring the way my stomach rolls expand with the new position. Touching him is more important.

Reaching out a hand, I run my fingertips over each of his pecs before exploring the ridges and ravines of his abdomen. The rather large tent in his athletic shorts catches my eye, and I swallow thickly before meeting his gaze.

Nodding toward his erection, I ask, “May I?”

“Please,” he breathes, like he might die if I don’t touch it.

He groans as I explore his length over the silky material of his shorts. Running my fingers up one side and down the other first, I work up my courage and wrap my hand around its girth, holding him in a gentle fist.

“Fuck,” he mutters, then lifts his hips as his hands push his shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion.

My eyes widen as his cock springs free.Oh, shit.It felt big through his clothes, but seeing it standing up, proud and strong?

As if he senses my sudden timidity, Tucker runs his palm up my back before pushing his fingers into my hair to massage my scalp. The tension in my body eases, and his cock bobs in response, as if acknowledging the change in me.

“You can do whatever you want, Kate. Touch me or not, it’s up to you. But it can’t go any further than that unless you have a condom, because I don’t.”

I tear my eyes away from his erection to meet his gaze, and he gives me a soft smile when I slowly shake my head. Of course, I don’t have condoms. Why would I?

“It’s okay,” he says with another smile. “I can wait.”

The bed rocks as he lifts his hips again and starts to tug his shorts and underwear back up. Without thinking, I react, my hand snapping out to grip his wrist. He freezes, and I lick my lips as my eyes trail down his body once more.

“I want to,” I whisper as I slowly uncurl my fingers from his wrist and move my hand toward his cock.

Tucker releases his grip on his clothes, then tucks his forearms behind his head. I glance up to see him staring at my hand with hooded eyes, waiting for the first touch of skin on skin with his bottom lip gripped between his teeth.

Swallowing thickly, I refocus on his erection, which looks even bigger now, before running the pad of my pointer finger up the underside from base to tip. I hear Tucker’s breath hiss between his teeth before a quiet groan rumbles in his chest, inflating my confidence.

Scooching a bit closer, I rest my cheek on his chest so I can stare directly down at my work as I slowly wrapmy fingers around his girth. I feel the vibration of his pleasured moan against my cheek, then again as I stroke him in a slow, gentle motion.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and I can see the way his ab muscles tighten and bulge as I work him.

Have I ever felt this powerful in my entire life?

Not by a longshot.

The feeling is addictive, and I want more. I carefully roll onto my hands and knees to hover over him. I stroke his cock again, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as my gaze flicks to meet Tucker’s.

The need in his eyes belies his words as he tries to give me an out again. “You don’t have to, Kate. I told you, I can wait. I don’t want you to move too fast or do anything you’re not one-hundred percent comfortable with.”

I don’t respond verbally, just keep my gaze locked on his as I lower my head and lick the pearl of moisture from the tip of his erection. Tucker’s eyes slam shut as he groans again, much louder this time. The salty taste is foreign on my tongue, but I don’t hate it.

And I definitely don’t hate the intense feelings his reactions have invoked thus far. I may be new to this kind of thing, but I’m obviously doing it right if Tucker is so affected by my touch.

Taking a deep breath, I lower my head and close my eyes before sliding the tip of his cock between my lips. I explore the smooth head with my tongue, swirling and flicking until I have the shape and texture of it memorized.

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