Page 74 of Absolutely Pucked
“Did he bully you in school?”
My heart hammered against my chest. That was something I never spoke to people about. Ever. Ibrought it up to my therapist once, but the truth was, the pain of it was overwhelming, and if I let myself, I’d spiral into the scared, depressed, lonely kid I’d been back then.
“He did, didn’t he?” Ford lowered himself to the bed and moved up until his back was pressed against the wall. He wasn’t looking directly at me, which made this a little easier.
“You know that doesn’t negate what happened between us, right?” I was afraid he was searching for a reason to choose this. “We were teenagers.”
Ford shook his head. “No, I get that. I’m not…it’s not my place to be pissed at him for being a jackass when he was prepubescent or whatever. The Tucker I know now would never do that to anyone.”
“So why ask?”
“I just…I don’t know.” Ford blew out a puff of air, then looked up at me. “Why is it so fucking complicated? Why can’t you be the horrible, smarmy, narcissistic dickhead that stole your brother’s girlfriend so I can hate your guts?”
I managed something like a smile and shrugged. “I can try harder?”
“Oh my God, shut up. Come here.” He lunged forward and caught me by the front of the shirt, tugging me into his lap. Our limbs tangled together, but eventually, I managed to twist around and straddle him. His hands were impossibly warm and rough as they cupped either side of my face. “You’re gorgeous.”
I flushed. “Thank you. So are you.”
Ford snorted. “I know that.” He flicked his headfrom side to side, making his hair go a little puffy. “If this was the eighties, I’d be a fucking supermodel.”
Leaning in, I took a kiss, making it a little rougher than I was feeling right then. It was easier than dealing with the hurricane of emotions sitting in my chest. The longer I held him, the more I knew what had to be done. But doing it was going to be like carving out my own heart.
Ford groaned, thrusting up against me. “You feel so fucking good. Can we…”
“Yes,” I told him, nipping at his lips. “Whatever you want. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to ride me,” he said, looking me directly in the eye.
A groan tumbled from my lips as I leaned to the side and grabbed the lube out of the drawer. The bottle was half-gone, and he smirked when he tossed it on the bed next to my hip.
“You’re not naked enough,” he said.
I lifted a brow at him as I slid off his leg and stood up. “Neither are you.”
He grinned sharply. “Race you.”
He won, but just barely. We were both totally undressed by the time I was climbing back on the bed, but this time, he spun me around and pressed my back to the wall, lifting one leg up to expose my hole.
“Thought you wanted me to ride you.”
“Oh, I do. But I’m going to take my time with you tonight.”
Fuck, why did that feel like he was hinting at a goodbye? My chest went a little tight, but I said nothing as he slicked up his fingers, then pushed two into myass. I grunted hard at the intrusion, my eyes falling shut when he managed to hit my prostate on the first try. His arms were so fucking strong, and he managed to lift my whole ass up off the bed as he finger fucked me into oblivion.
“God God God,” I gasped, listening to the squelch of him moving in and out of me. “Uh uh uh, I’m going to come. You gotta—f-fuck, you gotta stop or…”
He moved agonizingly slow as he dragged his fingers out of me, trailing the slick down the insides of my thighs, then back up again. He circled the tips of them over my balls, then over the length of my dick, which kicked hard and drooled opaque strings of precome all over my stomach.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He traced a reverent touch around my lips, over my jaw, passing them down my eyelids and over the sides of my neck. “I never want to stop seeing you this way.”
But he’d have to. And soon.
I didn’t say that. Instead, I slipped onto my knees and moved him back to the position he’d been in earlier. Spreading my legs, I waited for him to hold his cock steady, and then I lowered down on top of him.
The stretch was intense. I swore in that moment I could feel it so much more profoundly than before. God help me, thiswasa goodbye fuck. This was the beginning to an ending, and we both knew it.
The desperation only ramped up as I bent my knees and began to ride him. I was lost to the sound of skin slapping skin, of his soft grunts, and the way he clawed at me like he was trying to keep me against him. Leaning forward, I thrust down as his hipsshifted up to meet mine, and his mouth caught my own.
