Page 31 of When the Sun Rises
Tucker made a choked sound, and I raised my eyes to his.
Desperation. So much fucking need and desperation peered back at me.
Heat pooled deep in my belly, and all I wanted was to stay here, worshiping every part of him, but something screamed to me from those bourbon depths. I couldn’t be sure this was the first time he’d been with someone since Raleigh, but given how tightly coiled he looked, I wondered if that were the case.
Something like elation bubbled inside me at the idea Tuckermight’ve chosen me to be the one to share this step with, even as the thought had realization slamming into me. If that was the case, then what Tucker needed now was release, not the unhurried exploration to memorize every spot that made him gasp or cry out I’d planned.
Even still, I wanted this to be the best fucking blowjob he’d ever had in his life. I wanted to be seared into his memory so he’d never be able to forget me.
Resolution made, I wrapped my lips around the head, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I took him slowly into the wet heat of my mouth. I stopped around halfway, not wanting to take all of him just yet. The weight and girth of him against my tongue felt too good as I pulled back, but I wanted to get used to it more before I let loose.
Tucker let out a shaky breath, his good hand coming up to cup the side of my head as I dropped back down, taking just a little more of his dick this time. Our eyes never left each other and watching the subtle changes in this normally stoney man’s expression had my balls starting to draw up. I hadn’t even touched my cock, but the look on his face and the sounds he made were inching me higher.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I continued to bob my head, taking more of him with every downward movement. One of my hands slid up to the back of his knee, using it as anchor as I began to relax my throat. The rough scrape of denim spurred something hot deep in my belly. There was something so fucking sexy about him being mostly dressed except for his dick in my mouth.
When the head of Tucker’s cock hit the back of my throat, I gagged before reflexively swallowing it, and he let out a shuddering gasp as his fingers tightened into my hair. Sparks danced along my skin, pleasure zipping through me like lightning, and I moaned around his shaft.
“Oh, shit, Jackson…” My name was practically a whine, and I pulled against his leg, trying to encourage him to fuck my face.
He took the hint, and all bets were off. His hips thrust into my mouth with near abandon, and I tried to meet each one, using bothhands on his legs to keep me from tumbling backward with the force. Tears streamed down my cheeks and drool slid down my chin as I garbled out my moans. I probably looked a mess, but I couldn’t care one bit. The blissed-out expression Tucker wore was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and if I could have touched my cock I would have been blowing my load in five seconds from that alone.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he started chanting, his breathing heavy as he continued to ravage my throat.
I could feel the swell of his cock, the heady taste of his pre-cum, and I wanted it all. All his desire. All his tortured sounds. Everything.
And then Tucker cried out, throwing his head back as the symphony of his broken pleasure echoed around the room. His body stiffened in his ecstasy, and I pulled back enough to catch his hot, salty release in my mouth. My hand moved from his leg to stroke him through it, wanting to milk every drop of his cum out. His breathing was a stuttering pant that labored past his lips until he finally sagged back in relief.
Inching my way back, I pulled him from my mouth, my throat raw and burning as I tried to swallow. But, boy, was it all fucking worth it. Lapping gently, I used my tongue to clean him, easing him back into my mouth to ensure there was nothing left behind. Tucker let out a hiss as I suckled softly on the head, and I glanced up, expecting to be coaxed off from overstimulation. But instead, my breath seized in my lungs. He looked so open—so free—as he watched me lavish his softening cock.
Pride swelled inside me. I’d done that for him. This relaxed, loose version of Tucker was because of me. Silently, I slipped him back into his boxers before doing up his jeans. When I stood, he still had a dazed expression, and he blinked at me like he was seconds away from passing out.
“You?” he asked, his voice still low in his throat.
I shook my head, my voice raspy from the ravaging my throat took. “I’m okay.”
It was clear he was fading quickly, and somehow the idea I’ddrained him of even the energy to stand made me want to puff my chest out. I maneuvered Tucker to my bed, urging him to sit.
“Still got work,” he slurred, but each blink of his eyes was longer than the last.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got you,” I whispered, getting him on his back and slipping his boots off before sliding his legs onto the bed. When I glanced back up at him, Tucker’s eyes were closed, and his chest was rising in the even breaths of sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TUCKER
Iwoke to an unfamiliar ceiling, feeling more refreshed than after any night of sleep I could remember having in a long time. There hadn’t been any interference from Nighttime to cloud my mind or keep me from getting restful slumber. It’d just been a sweet abyss and a gentle rise from its waters, renewed once again. I took a slow breath through my nose, glancing down my body and around to try orienting myself to the space. A patchwork quilted blanket. Gray sheets. A hat on the bedpost. Still out of it, I scratched at my chest only to bump against something cool and hard. My fingers wrapped around it reflexively, the metal quickly warming in my palm.
And then it all came flooding back to me.
Jackson taking my ring off. His chain through my wedding band. Kisses along my neck that felt scalding and made my stomach flip in anticipation. The overwhelming need to feel his lips on mine. Those green-brown eyes blazing with just as much want and need while he was down on his knees. An orgasm that wrung everything out of me in the best and worst way possible.
I covered my face with my other hand as I let out a low groan.
What the fuck was I thinking? I’d fucking slept with myemployee. I’d practically begged him to suck my dick. And he’d done it!
God, if I’d ever thought I had a sliver of a chance of getting into heaven, I knew it was right out the window now.
Resigned to my fate, but still unwilling to face my reality, I slowly pulled my hand from my eyes and kicked back the quilt that’d been laid over my body in sleep—the presence of which didnotmake my chest squeeze. But when I went to sit up, I realized the penance for my crimes was already starting. My left hand flared in sharp pain as I stupidly used it to push myself upright, making me hiss and immediately take the pressure off the injured extremity.
