“It’s yours…” I breathed out with the little bit of air he allowed me. He withdrew his fingers and inspected my wetness that now coated them.
“Hmm…” He slipped his fingers into his mouth and slowly sucked my arousal off of them. Holy shit! “You like it rough, huh?” A small grin of approval began to curl on his perfect full lips before his expression turned dark once again. “Then you’re going to love this.”
Before I could suck in a breath of preparation Tucker forced his cock inside me, causing me to cry out in unexpected ecstasy. Thrust after thrust he drove into me, each time harder than the last, stretching me further with his dick. Molding my pussy to squeeze tightly around him. To fit him perfectly. Only him.
His fingers clutched tightly to my hips threatening to pierce my skin as he slammed my body into his, deepening his penetration. He grunted through each drive, hitting that sweet delicious spot so deep inside of me like only he can.
My eyes drifted closed as they began to roll back in my head from all the sensations coursing through me. From all of him coursing through me. Just when I thought I might combust he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled me up on my knees.
“I said don’t. Fucking. Look. Away,” he growled, penetrating me with each word. After his brutally blissful final thrust he paused, filling me completely. I felt his fingers weave through my hair once again and pull back bending my neck backward. The burning in my scalp competed with the fullness I felt having Tucker’s cock so deep inside of me.
“Do you have any idea what you put me through Quinn? How fucking pissed at you I am? What should I do about this?” he gritted.
“Punish me,” I whimpered without hesitation.
“What?” he retorted, jerking my head back even further.
“Punish me!” I cried out, but this time it was more of a plea than a suggestion. I wanted him to lash out. To let go without restraint. To hurt me. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but I did know that the pleasure paired with the pain elevated my senses to heights I’d never known. And I couldn’t get enough of it.
As if he could read my mind I felt a hard slap land across my ass. The sting reverberated through me, followed closely behind by a wave of pure arousal as his dick reached my g-spot.
Over and over again.
My arms began to waiver and my legs became stiff as I felt the onset of my orgasm. “Ahhh… Tucker,” I cried out as the intensity mounted.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock. I wanna feel your pussy milking my dick till I blow inside of you,” he gritted back.
Fuck! He’s got a way with nasty words! And his words were my undoing. My orgasm spiraled in my core and I could feel myself pulsing tightly around him.
“That’s it, baby! Keep coming for meeee…” he groaned, finding his release right behind me.
He slipped out of me and fell to his knees, resting his cheek against the small of my back. “Are you okay?” I heard him pant from behind me after a few moments as his breathing started to slow.
“I’m perfect.” I hummed back feeling more than satisfied.
“So you like it when I’m rough, huh?” I felt his fingers dancing across my skin as he spoke.
I giggled at his question. A little embarrassed to answer now that we weren’t in the heat of the moment anymore. Then I suddenly felt a sharp pinch on my ass cheek.
“Oww!” I squealed and flipped over to face him. Tucker was still on his knees, but now had a huge playful smile on his perfect face. I love playful Tucker.
“Did you just bite me?!” I asked, both surprised and amused.
He chuckled and nodded innocently as if he were proud of himself. “What are you going to do about it?” he challenged, sporting a grin and raising a brow at me.
I instantly felt a spark ignite inside of me as I grabbed a pillow and dove off of my bed right on top of him knocking him backward.
“Ahhh!” I called out in a declaration of a pillow war. I tried to pin him beneath the pillow, but failed miserably as he laughed at my futile attempts and started reaching for a pillow of his own. Trying to stop him, I dug my fingers into his sides and he instantly jerked his arms down.
My smile broadened and my eyes lit up as I realized I’d found his weakness.
“Don’t,” he warned, but now that I knew he was ticklish, there was no way I was going to stop.
“Ohh no...All is fair in love and war, baby. ”
I started in on him again, first on his sides towards his hips then moved up his sides towards his armpits. He tensed and wiggled beneath me as he laughed loudly. Everytime his arms would block me in one position it opened him up for assault in another. His laughter was contagious and the sound warmed me up inside.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed him.
After a minute or two, we were both breathless. Again. And I stopped my attack and laid my head down on his bare chest as my naked body relaxed on top of his. My head rose and fell with his inhale and exhale and I could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest. It was so soothing that I thought I might fall asleep to the rhythm until Tucker’s words regained my attention.
“Salt or Pepper?”
“What?” I giggled back.
“Do you prefer salt or pepper?”
“What kind of a question is that?” I lifted my head so I could see his face, resting my chin on his chest as I stared up at him.
“An easy one. And one of about three hundred twenty six that I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while so just answer it,” he grinned.
I laughed. I loved these little games he always played. “Uhh, salt.”
“Ketchup or mustard?”
“Do all of your questions have to do with food?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Okay, mustard.”
“Hmm… I wasn’t expecting that. Uummm, let’s see… Day or night?”
“Night. I like my sleep.”
“That’s funny. I don’t recall you getting much sleep on the nights I’ve been here.”
A slight pang of embarrassment crept up my neck and stole over my face. I sat up further on my elbow so I could reach him. “Well I wonder why that is?” I retorted before planting a kiss on his lips.
His hands moved to the sides of my face, holding me in place as he kissed me back. When he finally pulled away he looked into my eyes and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay, Quinn?” He cleared his throat then continued. “I didn’t mean to get so… rough… with you. Honestly, I was acting on pure emotion. I don’t even know what came over me, but I want you to know that I would never actually hurt you. When it’s done during sex its meant for pleasure more than it is for pain.”
“Yeah,” I smirked. “I got that.”
He rubbed his hand up and down my back as he stared back at me. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“What?” I finally asked.
“I’ve missed you, baby. And I’m sorry for not trying to work things out before. I was just… upset.”
Suddenly I remembered something important. His ID!
“No, Tucker. I’m the one who should be sorry. And to prove to you how sorry I am, I have something for you.” I reached around on top of my desk until I felt the plastic card. I pulled it down and handed it back to him. “Amanda said if I took it back I would be done with Kappa Delta Phi… I guess I’m not quite KDP material afterall,” I shrugged.
Tucker eyed his ID carefully then quickly sat up and pressed his lips to mine. There was a gentleness, a softness to his kiss that I wasn’t expecting after the dirty angry sex we just had, but I absolutely loved it.
I loved everything about him.
I loved that he could be masculine and sensitive and playful and serious. He was everything I needed him to be exactly when I needed him to be it. And it was then that I’d realized, he was right all along. He found a way to be my type for me… and so much more.
Five
Quinn
Monday
I drummed my pencil against my textbook as I read trying desperately to focus on the lesson. I have finals coming up soon and I really need to study. Sitting alone in my room, hunched over my desk I couldn’t keep my attention on my school work. Not when I knew Tucker would be texting me any minute letting me know he’s back. He’s been traveling more and more for baseball lately and this time he’s been gone for three days. Each time he has to leave it gets harder and harder. Like he’s my drug of choice and I’m going through withdrawal.
Luckily, I’ve had Raegan to go through it with. Since she and Nate have been dating for a few years now, she’s experienced in the baseball-player-girlfriend role. She helps to reassure me that they are staying out of trouble and I have nothing to worry about with Tucker. Not that I needed her reassurance. But it’s still nice to know that I’m not alone in my misery.
We like to get together and watch the games online. It still amazes me how much my love for the game of baseball has grown since meeting Tucker. I used to know absolutely nothing about the sport, but now, I’m practically an expert. Okay, maybe not an expert , but I definitely know enough now to be dangerous.
Tucker and I have spent every spare minute we could together over the last few weeks. That is, outside of his strenuous practice and game schedule. After every one of his home games that I could make, I was waiting for him by his car.
I loved having time to focus on me and Tucker. On my own happiness.
My phone buzzed on my desk startling me from my thoughts of him and I realized I’d been doodling his name and little hearts in my notebook like a love struck middle school girl. I grinned at my work then checked my screen. The name flashing across it made my smile grow broader.
“Hey, you’re back?” I answered excitedly.
“Hey! Yeah, baby. We’re back. Ugh, I missed you so much.” His deep voice warmed me up from the inside out and it made me smile into the phone.
“I hear distance makes the heart grow fonder.”
“I believe it. I’ve never been more fonder of you in all my life.”
His reply made me giggle. I love playful Tucker.
“Are you coming over?” I ask quietly.
“I’m outside your building now. Be up in a minute.”
“You are?!” I couldn’t hide the giddiness in my voice even if I wanted to. I tossed my phone onto my bed and rushed out my bedroom door, a large stupid smile plastared across my face.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Chastity yelled to me from the kitchen bar stool where she sat as I breezed past her. I didn’t stop to give her an answer. I just giggled more as I flung the front door open and rushed down the hallway toward the elevators. I repeatedly pressed the down arrow on the wall until the doors slid open.
And there he was.
He stood in the elevator wearing jeans and a deliciously tight t-shirt that clung to every muscle in his upper body. My core clenched at the sight of him, but when he peered up at me with his deep, all consuming, hunter green eyes and an amused smirk curled on his lips, I lost it. “That’s right, baby. Eyes on me,” he grinned.
I leapt through the already closing elevator doors and right into his arms. Wrapping my legs around him I molded my lips to his as he slammed me against the wall. His hands greedily groped my body, squeezing and massaging as they familiarized themselves with my curves once again. He growled into my mouth as I raked my nails up the back of his neck, deepening our kiss. I could feel his arousal grinding against me and I immediately wanted more. I arched my back, pressing myself against him harder and I felt his grip on me tighten.
“Baby…” he started to murmur against my mouth. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to fuck you right here in this elevator.” His voice was low and serious.
I paused for a moment… then was immediately aroused by the thought. There were no cameras in here. It was late and these elevators were low trafficked at this hour. So I did what I always do when I’m with Tucker...I rose to his challenge. Slamming my hand against the emergency stop button on the wall, the elevator shook to a halt.
“Show me,” I challenged back with a smirk, waiting for him to make a move.
At first he appeared shocked. His eyes bounced back and forth between the elevator buttons and me, waiting breathlessly for his decision. Then I watched his eyes light up with something sinful and his mouth kicked up into a sexy grin before he put me back down on my feet and dropped to his knee in front of me.
He popped open the buttons on my jeans and tore down the zipper with ease. In an instant, my pants and panties were around my ankles. He spun me around to face the wall and I heard him fumbling with the foil condom packet. I sucked in a deep breath in anticipation for what was about to come. The metal walls of the elevator were cold against my cheek. A perfect balance to the heat blooming between my legs when I felt Tucker finally take hold of my hips.
He lined himself up before pulling me back onto his erection. Hard.
“Ahh! Tucker!” I cried out immediately as he slammed into me. God how I’ve missed this. Missed feeling him inside me. Stretching me. Filling me completely. Reaching places within me that only he has ever been. I braced myself on my hands against the elevator wall as he found a rhythm.
“Ohh, baby. You feel how easily I can slide in and out of you?” he says between thrusts. “That’s because you’re so fucking wet for me.”
His dirty words made my toes curl and caused goosebumps to sprout up my legs. A sensation started to rise in my core just as he reached a hand around to my front and started pressing against my clit.
“Ah, yes!” I called out, tipping my head back in pleasure as I started to build. This only caused him to pick up his rhythm, driving into me harder and harder as he chased his own release.
Taking me.
Owning me.
Ruining me for anyone else.
Everyone else.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he growled and my pussy began to quiver. “Yeah, there you go, baby. Come on my cock!” he commanded through gritted teeth as he dug his fingers into my flesh. His words, his touch, his dick. All of it sent me soaring into my orgasm as I screamed out his name.
“Ahh, Tuckeeerrr!!”
He continued to thrust and circle my clit as I rode out my orgasm and just as I started coming down from mine, I felt him catch up with his own as his body tensed against me.
My body leaned slack against the wall, my legs barely having the strength to still hold my weight. The cool metal felt great against my hot sweaty skin. Tucker’s body collapsed against mine, pinning me between him and the wall as he wrapped his arms around me.
This is what every moment spent with Tucker was like for me. Like I was constantly on the edge of a precipice, teetering between ecstasy and bliss. He was everything I had ever wanted. He could fuck me like a beast then when he was done could turn around and love me like a man. He was perfect… in every sense of the word.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he mumbled into my hair. I smiled softly. Completely spent. My eyes closed. For a moment I thought I could drift off to sleep the way we were. Half naked, leaning against the wall of the elevator, Tucker’s arms curled around me…
Until a high pitched siren began echoing in the elevator followed by a flashing red light. My eyes snapped open immediately and at the same time Tucker and I rushed for the emergency stop button. The elevator jerked back into motion and we both scrambled to pull our clothes back on. The doors slid open on the first floor and waiting on the other side of the door was a Resident Advisor and a campus security guard.
They both looked at Tucker and I, waiting for us to say something. I felt my face bloom red immediately and I glanced at Tucker. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Uhh, hey. Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake anybody,” he shrugged apologetically then wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he led me out of the elevator. “We’ll, uh, we’ll just take the stairs back up.” He laughed
, but the RA and security guard seemed less than amused. I ducked my head and leaned into Tucker, embarrassment filling me to the brim. Do they know what just happened?
Of course they know! I’m sweaty, breathless, and beet red and Tucker’s hair is standing on end from when I drug my fingers through it. Not to mention he pulled his pants up crooked. Oh my God. I pressed my palm against my forehead and held it there until we were completely out of sight and making our way back up to my dorm.
* * *
Tucker
Friday
“So, looks like you guys kissed and made up after all, huh?” Glen nudged my shoulder with his and gestured toward Quinn who was standing across the room talking with Raegan. She flashed a grin in my direction and I felt my chest heat up. Keeping my eyes fixed on her I took a swig from my beer bottle to keep myself from saying something that would only encourage Glen to continue.
“Hey, hey fellas! How’s it going?” Nate plopped down on the couch beside us pulling the direction of the conversation away from Quinn and I. I watched him as he fidgeted around with his shirt, then his hair and then his hands. He repeatedly looked around the room and over his shoulder as if he were waiting for a damn raid or something.
“You good, bro?” I finally asked him.
“What? Me? Yeah, man. I’m good. I-I’m fine.” He blew out a breath then shook his sandy hair around.
Glen and I glanced at each other before returning unconvinced looks back at Nate. I’ve never seen this man sweat. He was always calm, cool, and collected, but something had him wound tight and it made my heart start to pound in my chest. As far as I could tell it had been a great day for all of us. We won our game tonight. It was Nate’s infamous mid-season party that he’s been talking about for weeks now. I couldn’t think of anything that would have him all rattled like this.
I watched him carefully as he chewed on his bottom lip and fiddled with his fingers some more. My eyes drifted back to Glen and even he was starting to look worried.
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