Page 52 of Tuck & Roll

By the mischievous smile on his face, he was getting ready to do it again. He lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue swooping in as she opened for him. Tuck’s kisses were drugging. She had no idea he had been slowly maneuvering her backward until she bumped into the kitchen table. He picked her up and set her bare bottom on the cold surface. “Cold,” she gasped.

He chuckled and slowly raised her shirt, the one she’d stolen off the bedroom floor that was his, and tossed it over his shoulder. “You won’t be for long.” He laid her back on the table.

“Ahh. So cold.” She had a whole-body shiver, complete with goose bumps.

He raised up to tower above her. His eyes roamed her naked body spread out before him. The thought that she should cover herself never crossed her mind. The way he looked at her never left her feeling anything but beautiful.

“Look at you, Kylie Jo. All spread out like a sex goddess offering herself up for my pleasure. I’m going to savor every second of fucking you.” He bent over and nibbled her neck below her ear, down her neck, to her breast. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She felt an immediate rush of moisture between her legs.

He shifted his attention to the other breast, this time nipping the tip with his teeth. He left a trail of kisses down her stomach and dipped into her navel, causing her to giggle and push his head away. After a quick kiss to her pussy, he pulled back to look at her. “Love the way you keep it all shaved except for this strip right here.” He playfully tugged on a few hairs making her jolt. She swatted his hand away, feeling a little embarrassed.

“It’s such a turn on how wet you are for me already.” He took himself in hand, notched the head at her entrance and slid home. They both “ahhhed” at the same time. “Feels like coming home. Feels like you were meant for me.”

Tuck’s words speared straight to her heart. She couldn’t agree with him more. They did feel like they were made for each other. That’s why each time they came together like this, she fell more in love with him. She tried to fight it. She tried to deny it, but there was no way around it. They were made for each other. If only Taylor hadn’t come back.

He rocked his hips, surging and ebbing repeatedly, slowly building her up. He knew exactly how to touch her body, how to command it to do whatever he wanted. Like now, as she shattered around him without warning. There was never any question that her body wouldn’t do as he’d demanded.

Instead of his release following right behind hers, he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her and backed up until he found the kitchen chair, all while still rock hard inside her. He took a seat, leaned back, settling his hands at her hips and commanded, “Ride me.”

Kylie didn’t need to be told twice. She settled the balls of her feet on the floor and her hands on his shoulders. She slid up his length slowly, then back down, adding a grinding at the end. “Don’t fucking tease me, Kylie. Ride me and watch me come for you.”

Well, when he put it like that, it was a complete turn on and she found herself quickly building to another orgasm. She did as he ordered and started riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock. She watched every expression that flitted across his face. He was beautiful. The closer he got, the faster he wanted her to move. He ended up helping her move up and down his shaft with his hands at her hips.

She watched the muscle tick in his jaw and the way he focused on watching where they came together. The squishing noise created by them fucking was hypnotizing. The veins in his arms and neck stood out. With one last surge, he pulled her down hard as he thrust his hips up and held her there while he growled his release. It was the sexiest damn thing she’d ever seen.

As soon as he eased his grip on her hips, she rolled them back and forth, rubbing her click on the base of his dick. “So close. So close.” Tuck pulled and twisted her nipples, giving them a rough pinch. She detonated, throwing her head back and thrusting her chest forward, her back bowing. She thought she might fall off his lap backward if not for his arms around her. He pulled her close, burying his face in her neck.

“Why did we wait until last weekend to do this for the first time?”

Kylie tensed in his arms at his innocent question. How exactly was she supposed to respond to that? Oh, by the way, we did have sex before last weekend. You just don’t remember it and you ruined it and broke my heart by calling me Taylor. Hell. No. She smiled and kissed his cheek as she eased herself up and off his dick, happy to see he had once again remember protection.

He let her go and watched her pull his shirt over her head again at the same time he reached for his jeans. “I wish I would have gotten you back in my life sooner. We could have been doing this all along.”

He hooked his arms around her lower back, then bent to give her a deep, lingering kiss that muddled her brain. He pulled away and cursed in frustration when his cell phone started to ring. He checked caller I.D. and frowned.

“What is it?” She thought maybe something else happened with the club by the look on his face.

“Nothing. I just need to take off. I have a doctor’s appointment set up for Taylor in an hour. That was her. I’m sure she was reminding me. Like her ten texts last night wouldn’t have sufficed.”

Kylie found herself tensing again at that bit of news. The thought of Tuck spending any amount of time with Taylor, whether it was baby related or not, ate away at her stomach. She didn’t like it. She hated that she didn’t like it, but what could she do? It was a reminder that her dream of being with Tuck was only a dream. It would never be anything more than that.

Maybe he would take Taylor to the doctor and they’d find out the due date made it so there was no possible way that the baby was his. They could be together then, right? Her shoulders slumped. Who was she kidding? Kylie’s luck wasn’t that good. Just look at how Chet had almost caught her looking at things he didn’t want her to see on his computer. And then she had a house fire where someone was trying to kill her. Then, most recently, the raid at the clubhouse and total annihilation of her office. No. No good could come from wishing things were different.

The phone started to ring again.

“Fuck. It’s Taylor.”

She could see by his downturned mouth and his pained expression he didn’t want to go. She rubbed her brow and said, “You need to go. You won’t have any answers until you take her to the doctor.” Which would also leave them in limbo longer.

He pulled her into his front with his hands around her waist, dropping his head to hers. “I don’t wanna go. Please understand that if it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t be leaving here.”

“I get it, Tuck. Go. Get your answers.” She initiated the kiss this time, thinking to ease his burden.

He pulled back and gave her a sly smile.

“What?”

“I need my shirt.”

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