Page 60 of Pitch Perfect (Boys of Summer 1)

Emmy shivered as he worked her with his lips and tongue, burying her hands in his soft, messy hair. When her knees buckled, he kept her upright with his arm, and she ended up kneeling on his thighs. Never once did he stop teasing her nipple, and Emmy hadn’t known she could feel so much pleasure from the most basic foreplay.

It wasn’t enough, though.

Her whole body pulsed with a need so demanding it throbbed in her ears and blotted out all sound except for their twin heartbeats.

“Bedroom,” she rasped.

Tucker released her bra and pulled his mouth away, only to return to her lips for another searing kiss, his stubble making her sensitive mouth hurt, but in a thrilling way she didn’t want to stop. His kiss made it clear he was willing to take her right there, and Emmy had never wanted to give herself up so willingly.

He scooped her into his arms, supporting her weight easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands kneaded her bottom, and the kiss lost any precision when she ground her pelvis against his erection. He sucked in a breath, and his lips and tongue were frenzied then, devouring her own mouth like he was starving and she was the only food that could sate him.

Emmy barely registered their transition from the kitchen to the bedroom until his weight came down on top of her and the softness of his sheets met her bare back. His body covering hers felt comfortable, like a human blanket wrapping her in its warmth.

As Tucker no longer needed to support her weight, he trailed kisses down her chest, sneaking fingers under her to unclasp her bra so he could lavish attention on both breasts in equal turn. Her nipples hardened into sensitive peaks, and she squirmed under him, begging for relief from the exquisite agony he had put her in.

The way he lingered over every inch of her skin drew the moment out, making his exploration last forever. It was equal parts joy and torture, because Emmy reveled in his enjoyment of her, but she needed more.

He undid her pants and pulled her jeans off easily, leaving her in nothing but her cotton panties—a last-minute choice from the previous morning she was now regretting.

If Tucker noticed her boring underwear, he didn’t stop to comment. Instead he hooked long fingers on the side bands over her hips and removed the panties as skillfully as he’d disposed of her pants. Now Emmy was naked, and Tucker was still fully dressed.

“You,” she said, pointing to him with a wobbly finger. If he continued on the course he was going with his heated kisses, she’d soon be completely unable to form words, and getting him naked seemed to be a reasonable last request.

Without hesitating, Tucker shucked off the hoodie and kicked his long legs fr

ee of the pajama pants he’d been wearing. This time Emmy didn’t avert her gaze. She drank in Tucker’s lean, muscled body. His skin was a sun-kissed California gold from all the running he did. The results of that running showed in his hard legs and a firm, tight ass, judging by the handful she’d grabbed earlier and the way he filled out his uniform.

She liked not having to look away, because looking at him was a beautiful goddamn thing. His abs weren’t as harshly defined as some athletes she’d worked on, but too much muscle would have been awkward on him. Emmy propped herself up on her elbows so she could drink him in, and Tucker didn’t seem to mind as he was busy staring back at her.

He smiled at her, and her heart skipped. As beautiful as his body was, that smile would prove to be her undoing. It plucked at parts of her his tongue and fingers could never reach, and made her want to give him everything. One smile was all it took for her to want Tucker to possess her, mind, body and soul.

Right then, though, her body was what needed him most.

When her wandering gaze finally landed on his cock, her breath caught in her throat. She knew tall men tended to have length to match, but Tucker had length and thickness. Emmy’s mouth watered slightly at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention. She fixated on it, imagining sliding her lips over the head, and when she raised her eyes to look at Tucker, she suspected he must have been imagining the same thing.

“Come here,” she said, barely croaking the words.

Tucker obliged, moving up the bed so he straddled her chest. Emmy wrapped her fingers around his shaft, thinking again about how the large parts of Tucker managed to make her seem much smaller by comparison. She worked him with firm strokes, then brought his head to her lips as she’d imagined doing, slipping his hot, hard cock into her mouth and teasing his soft, tight skin with slow laps.

He tasted so good, his skin salty against her tongue. She closed her eyes and savored the moment, wanting to remember later everything about the way he tasted and felt.

His body jerked while she circled his head and teased the flesh at the base. When she braced her hands above his balls and took him deep into her mouth, she opened her eyes again and watched the expression on his face change from wonder to a more carnal desire. He buried his fingers in her hair, not forcing her head but still conveying his appreciation for her ministrations.

She lapped and sucked until his thighs strained against her, and she could tell from his panting breaths that she’d brought him right to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” he said, likely to give her the opportunity to let him pull out. Emmy had no inclination to let him do any such thing. In that moment she wanted to experience him completely. She’d taken him this far, and she was going to finish the job with gusto.

She worked him with her hands and mouth in a matched rhythm, and his fingers tensed in her hair, while his other hand braced the headboard above her. His breath hitched and he whispered, “Oh my God.” His muscles, so taut, gave a shudder when he came.

Emmy had been expecting the release and kept her gaze locked on his as she swallowed, then licked the head of his cock clean and gave him her best smile. She took more pride in the heavy-lidded, dreamy expression on his face than she did in making him come. His satisfied glow mirrored the warmth she felt inside just being near him, and if she could give him even a taste of that sensation, she was happy.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you just how okay I am.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tucker was in awe of her. Here was a woman he’d spent months thinking any number of filthy, unwholesome things about, but he’d never dreamed he’d be able to act out those fantasies. Yet that same woman had just lain under him and given him the single most intense blowjob of his entire life.

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