Tricks

by Cambria Hebert

  I practically squirmed under his stare, not because I didn’t like it, but because I did.

  Tucker gathered my wrists together and raised them up above my head, anchoring them against the mattress with one of his hands. The weight of his body came over me, his bare chest brushing against mine when he claimed my mouth with his.

  He kissed with a passion I had never known. The way his lips seemed to know every single angle, every single pressure point, made me want to beg for more. He kissed me long and deep; he kissed me short and brief. He kissed the corner of my mouth, dragging his lips across my jawline where he buried his face in my neck.

  Teeth nipped at my earlobe and his voice whispered naughty phrases that no one had ever whispered to me before.

  “I’m going to spread your legs wide and you’re going to feel every inch of me.”

  I squirmed beneath him. I tried to free my hands. I yearned to scrape my nails down his back, feel the way his muscles bunched, and hold his face when he kissed me.

  But he wouldn’t let me move. He anchored me to the bed and all I could do was endure the sweet torture he bestowed upon my body. His tongue traveled down my neck where his teeth nipped and scraped. I shivered so much that my body settled into a continuous tremble. He drew his tongue downward, tracing a path between my breasts all the way down to my stomach, where his tongue circled my belly button and then slid off to the side.

  I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he wasn’t going to have it. Instead, he pulled his knee up, pushing it right into my wet panties and using the pressure of his thigh to add heat to the fire. His mouth increased pressure as he pulled a mound of flesh from my belly into his mouth and sucked, creating minimal pain that had me gasping for more.

  As he sucked that certain spot, he moved his knee around, grinding it against me as my stomach muscles clenched.

  I was panting by the time he released me.

  Using his hands, he spread my thighs as far as my skirt would allow and pressed gentle kisses to the inside of my legs. He licked along the edge of my panties, in that hollow part where my thigh meets my body, and I called out his name, delving my fingers deep into his dark hair.

  He sat back, placing the heel of his hand on my swollen clit, and began rubbing in a circular motion, teasing it, using the wetness of my own panties to further increase my pleasure.

  My back arched up off the mattress and his mouth captured my breast once more. I wanted to touch him. My mind kept whispering to reach out and grab a handful of his sexiness.

  But I couldn’t.

  My desire—my need—was so intense that it made my body heavy. It made my brain sluggish. The only thing I could do was let wave after wave of pleasure roll through me.

  Tucker sat back, towering over me like some kind of master to stare down at me through the darkness. Watching my face, he lowered the zipper on the side of my skirt, slipping his hands in the waistband, pulling it down over my hips and legs. I couldn’t control the way my legs were shaking. I tried to still them, but it was no use. It was almost as if I was no longer in control of my own body, but he was.

  He didn’t say a word when he removed my panties, dragging them over my body until they were completely gone and I was totally exposed.

  A sound echoed from the back of his throat and his fingers delved into the short, groomed curls just above the entrance to my body. Lightly he stroked the skin there, like he was studying some sort of map.

  I reached for the belt on his trousers, wanting to see what was creating such a tent in the front of his pants. He snatched my hand away and brought it up, pressing a kiss to my fingertips and shaking his head no.

  Tucker guided my hand away from him and brazenly placed it on the folds of my vagina. My skin immediately became slick with the juices from my body.

  “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  He wanted me to touch myself.

  I never touched myself. It was something I just never had done. Maybe he understood that, or maybe he just wanted to be involved, but he took my pointer finger and began sliding it up and down my folds. I cried out.

  “You’re soaking wet,” he purred, and I felt a flash of satisfaction that my body pleased him.

  He drew back his hands and grabbed my hips and lifted, gently flipping me over. My stomach fluttered with nervous energy because I had no idea what he was planning to do.

  But I trusted him.

  I trusted him completely.

  His weight came over me again, pressing me into the blankets and brushing the hair off my neck. His tongue teased along the back of my hairline, licking and then blowing over the moistened area.

  I wiggled a little under the attention, my body seeking something more. His hips settled against my bottom, stilling the action but creating even more yearning inside me. He raked his hands over my back, down the curve of my spine. Then he sat back to knead my buttocks, and I moaned his name.

  The next thing I knew he was settling back over me, his chest against my back with his elbows resting on either side of me, surrounding me totally.

  He was no longer wearing his pants. The unmistakable hardness of his bare erection and the rough texture of the hair nestled between his thighs brushed against my bare ass and caused me to moan.

  He kissed my cheek, the corner of my eye. His tongue delved into my ear and he drew the lobe into his mouth.

  “I want to feel you from the inside,” he whispered in my ear.

  I whimpered. God, I had never in my entire life wanted anything as much as I wanted him inside me.

  One of his hands slid down my body and reached between the mattress and my pelvis. He lifted so my hips were tilted upward and his fingers probed into the nest of my curls. Holding me in that position, I felt the swollen crest of him tease my opening. My hands twisted in the blankets as his finger brushed over my swollen clit making it throb even more with sweet anticipation.

  He pushed inside me with a single stroke. I moaned and buried my face in the blankets, trying to stifle the amount of noise I was making. I couldn’t help it.

  So. Damn. Good.

  His penis was rock hard and it strained against the walls of my vagina, stretching me out and filling me up.

  In my ear, his breath was ragged as he slowly began to move. In and out, in and out. He kept his body against mine so we experienced full body contact along with his amazing thrusts. He kissed across my shoulder blades; he kissed the back of my neck.

  My juices coated his cock with ease and he slid back and forth, creating friction and causing a build-up of epic proportions.

  It was entirely erotic that I could feel him, that I knew how large and how hard he was… but I had yet to lay eyes on the member that delivered such sweetness.

  Then he pulled away and I was left with this aching sadness that almost made me weep. “Turn for me, darlin’,” he said.

  I did so eagerly, flipping over and fastening my gaze on his magnificent naked body. He was thick and lengthy, the hardened flesh jutted out from his body like a warrior primed for battle.

  Before I could look my fill, he settled between my thighs and pushed inside me once more. Little chills of ecstasy raced across my skin. I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails into the smooth skin stretched over muscle as he pounded inside me.

  The muscles inside me began to contract and he balanced himself on his hands, looking down at me as he continued to move.

  “I want you to cum now,” he commanded.

  It was like he flipped a switch inside my body. An orgasm exploded through me, causing me to cry out over and over again as wave after wave of bliss rocked me.

  I felt him stiffen, his body going rigid as he shoved his arm beneath me, lifting my languid body off the mattress and gathering me close. I felt his release pump inside of me. My body welcomed it; my body craved it. His stifled moan was like a symphony to my ears.

  And then he collapsed on top of me. I could feel the erratic beating of his heart as satisfact
ion filled my every cell.

  I’d never known.

  I’d never imagined.

  This was the stuff movies were written about. This was the stuff that I thought only lived in books.

  It wasn’t just a fairytale.

  It was real.

  21

  Tucker

  Best. Sex. Ever.

  And I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, so for me to be lying here (still on top of the woman even) and be instantly craving more is saying something.

  Damn, she made the perfect partner. She let me take the lead, she let me ravish her body, and the sounds she made… the sounds about drove me wild. Her body was tight and my cock fit inside her like a sports car in a custom garage. Like she was made just for me.

  Just replaying what happened between us had me stirring to life with renewed energy. My arms were still wound around her body. I was likely crushing her, but she didn’t complain. I slid out of her moist heat, my dick hating me for it, and I started to pull away.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up, giving me a relaxed smile. It was the most relaxed I’d ever seen her. God, she was beautiful. I dipped my head, connecting our mouths to press a full, gentle kiss to those heart-shaped lips.

  I rolled off her, taking up residence on the empty side of the bed.

  I just kissed her… willingly. The thought had my stiffening cock softening and my mind wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

  I never kissed women after we did the deed.

  I never laid on her either. Usually I got up and went home, or if I was still drunk, I rolled over and went to sleep.

  I never said I was the romantic type.

  Which I guess is why my behavior seemed odd. Kissing and touching usually made me uncomfortable. I had sex for the release, for the pure pleasure that it gave my body. I didn’t do it because it gave me butterflies in my belly or made my heart go pitter patter.

  That shit was for girls.

  So why was I lying here thinking about threading her fingers through mine? Why was I already anticipating the next time I could bury myself inside her?

  I felt her shift beside me and I turned my head. Charlotte lay on her side, facing me with her fine-boned hand curled up on the pillow beside her. There was just enough light for me to make out her features, the way her hair spread out across the pillow.

  For the first time in a very long time I wished I was better at this. I wished I knew something I could say, some pretty words that she would like to hear.

  The hand resting between us lifted and her cool fingers stroked the side of my face lightly. Before pulling away, she cupped the side of my jaw and her lips curved upward.

  I didn’t have to say anything. No pretty words would compete with what we just did… and how that singular touch made me feel. So I settled for just watching her, for the glimpses I could catch in the dark.

  Once again my cock starting stirring. Clearly, it wasn’t done with her. Clearly, one epic sex session was not going to be enough.

  Why her? something inside me asked. Why would the one woman that was supposed to be off limits be the one I wanted more of?

  The reason didn’t matter because it didn’t change anything.

  Charlotte was my brother’s girlfriend. I broke the brother code by sleeping with her tonight. Yeah, maybe I could pass tonight off as too much beer, too much emotion, and being attacked on the street. Or I could chalk it up to being temporarily insane because my twin was gone.

  All of those reasons were much better than admitting to myself that I was the world’s biggest ass.

  I wondered what Charlie was thinking right about now.

  She was looking at me, her breathing even and her face relaxed. She was probably thinking about how great in the sack I was.

  The longer we lay there, the farther away we got from the “afterglow” of sex. The air around us began to change, to become more tense, and the satisfied impression I picked up on from her side of the bed began to diminish.

  I knew exactly what was going on.

  She was starting to have regrets. Reality was crashing in from our spur-of-the-moment sex, and she was looking at me and seeing me… not Max.

  The realization stung, and the thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough for her created a bitter taste in my mouth.

  “I’m going to take a shower,” she said after a while. She slid over to the vacant side of the bed and stood, dragging the sheet with her, and tucked it around her naked form.

  I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed I wasn’t going to get to watch her luscious ass retreating.

  Charlotte walked across the bedroom where she stopped in the door. Ahead of her, the light from the other rooms shone, creating a golden halo effect around her, making her look like just a shadow. She rested a hand on the doorframe and looked over her shoulder, her hair cascading down her back.

  I couldn’t see her eyes in this kind of light, but I felt them.

  And then she turned and walked into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind her. The closing of that door signaled our time was over. This was usually my cue to leave. To throw on my clothes, climb in my truck, and drive home.

  I threw off the remaining blanket and stood. My pants were lying on the floor at the end of the bed.

  I ignored them.

  I wasn’t getting dressed.

  The shower was already running when I let myself into the bathroom. The white sheet was lying in crumpled heap on the floor and steam was wafting up from behind the curtain, dissipating in the air, creating humidity in the small room.

  I felt angry for some reason. Cheated. I didn’t like it and I wasn’t going to accept it.

  The shower curtain made a sharp scraping sound when I yanked it across the rod. Charlotte gasped and leapt back beneath the spray. For several long seconds, I was transfixed with the water running freely over her naked skin.

  “Tucker! What the hell are you doing?” she said, crossing her arms over her chest like she was embarrassed.

  It was amusing. “I already know every inch of that chest intimately. Covering them up is a waste of energy,” I said darkly.

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said, turning her back on me completely. I got a nice view of her ass.

  Anger burned my throat and I swallowed it down.

  “Water is getting all over the floor,” she fussed without turning around.

  I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The water was hot, scalding even. Like she was trying to wash me off her skin. I wouldn’t allow it.

  Charlotte spun, shock written across her features.

  “You liked it,” I said, a challenge in my tone.

  Water poured over her head and dragged her hair down, and small drops of the liquid clung to her golden lashes.

  “Tell me you liked it.” I demanded.

  “If I tell you, will you get out?”

  I regarded her with stony silence. I wasn’t promising one damn thing.

  Eventually she sighed wearily. “Yes, I liked it.” Her voice was low like she was whispering a secret.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Her eyes snapped up to mine and she pushed at the wet strands that had fallen in her eyes. “Yes, you are. We shouldn’t have done that! You’re Max’s brother.” At the mention of my brother, her lower lip wobbled and her shoulders slumped.

  I hated to see the sorrow that swam within her. I wanted to kiss it away.

  Yeah, it was wrong, but that’s how I felt.

  We stood there with water raining down around us, the drops splashing off her skin and landing on mine. It seemed we were at a stalemate.

  “One night,” I heard myself say.

  “What?” she asked, leaning toward me ever so slightly.

  “Give me one night with you. One night for us to get this attraction out of our system. One night without guilt, without telling ourselves how horrible we are.” It made perfect sense. Charlotte was off l
imits to me, which is exactly why I wanted her so badly.

  All we had to do was remove the barriers between us, the temptations. Our thirsts would be quenched and in the morning, neither of us would want the other.

  I could see her thinking about it. I could see her weighing the pros and cons. I knew that in her mind, she was creating a neat little list and mentally checking off the boxes.

  “And in the morning?” she asked.

  “In the morning, I’ll be Max’s brother and you can help me find that drive. Once we hand it over, I’ll go to North Carolina and you won’t have to see me again.”

  “I loved him,” she said, like she had to make sure I knew.

  “I loved him, too.”

  I knew the exact moment when she gave in, when she decided to let me have the rest of the night. Something in my chest lightened. I felt as if a one hundred-pound weight had been removed from my shoulders.

  “One night.” She agreed.

  I wasn’t about to waste a single second. Surging forward, I wrapped my arms around her and spun, letting the spray cascade over my back and shoulders. The hot water slid between us, making our skin slide together. I took her mouth in a hungry kiss. I felt like a starved man, a man who had been without food for far too long.

  Our tongues mingled together; our breath mixed. I tugged her lower lip into my mouth and sucked while her arms came up to grip my biceps. My hand found the heavy, wet mass of her hair and I grabbed a handful of it, tugging her head back to expose her throat.

  I licked at the water running down the sensitive flesh of her neck, enjoying the way her body trembled. Reaching between us, I pinched her nipple and she arched toward me.

  I brought our lips together once more, kissing her as deeply as I could.

  Charlotte grew bold, her hand dipping low as she took my full hardness in her palm. Using the water from the shower, she began to stroke me, sliding up and down along the shaft and making the breath hiss between my teeth. My body jerked when she hit that sweet spot on my head, the most sensitive spot on my entire body.

  My toes curled into the shower floor as her hand traveled lower to cup my balls in her warm and welcoming palm.

  I loved the way her hands felt on me. I loved the way her touch was bold yet still tentative. I loved the careful way she stroked me as if being gentle was a form of worship.