Page 27 of Ember

“I’m almost afraid to ask what you thought of dinner,” Danica giggled, taking a swig from her bottle. As usual, she and Tucker’s evening ended on her couch with a couple of beers.

“I had a good time and your family’s dope. I don’t know what you were so nervous about.”

“As much as I love them, they can be overbearing at times and I didn’t want it to be too much for you. We’re still getting to know each other, but I kind of like having you around.” She admitted with a shy smile.

“Like?” Tucker raised the beer to his lips, cutting his eyes in her direction. “Please, you love having me around.”

“Not as much as you love having me around.” Danica countered, propping an elbow up on the back of the couch, resting her hand in her palm.

“I can’t argue with you on that one.” He shrugged. “Sometimes, I feel selfish. I know I barged in your life and started taking up all your time, but I don’t know if I can function normally without this friendship we have anymore. Something about you just silences all the noise in my head.”

“I know the feeling.”

Tucker grew quiet for a moment, and Danica noted the way his eyes lost focus as if he were in another space of time.

“I wasn’t supposed to be at the fire that night,” he began talking, and her chest tightened. Danica held her breath, too afraid to make even the smallest amount of noise that would deter him from revealing what seemed to be his darkest secret. “Another fire station needed help, and I was in the area, so I volunteered. The team on the scene swept through the house, but I guess Charlotte was too afraid to say anything, because she didn’t call out for help when they were inside.”

Leaning forward, Tucker placed his beer on the living room table and rested his elbows on top of his thighs, running both hands down his face.

“I don’t know how the hell I spied her in that window. Back then I thought it was the grace of God, but the way her face has been plaguing me ever since, I don’t know. The way the fire was burning, we needed to get to her quickly before the floor flashed. I called for a ladder and hopped on without thinking twice. All I needed to do was break the glass and snatch her out, but before I was more than halfway up…”

He broke off, and Danica’s heart broke into pieces when he sat back on the couch with tears running down his face. “My mind replays that day every single night. What would have happened if they didn’t miss her in the house during the first sweep? Why wasn’t I fast enough to get to the window? Why the fuck did her parents feel like it was okay to leave her in the house by her damn self?”

“Listen to me,” Danica hissed, straddling his lap and cupping his face in her hands. The emotional response Tucker pulled from her was so intense that her eyes filled with tears for him. “I’ve seen you in action, and I know how hard you would push to save whoever you could. Things ended badly that day, but don’t you dare blame yourself for something beyond your control.”

“She was four, Dani,” he said, his usual deep voice cracked with the amount of pain it was holding. “Four.”

“I’m sorry.” Her tears spilled over as she pressed her forehead against his. “I’m so sorry that you couldn’t save her. But you have to let this guilt go.”

Bringing his hands to her back, Tucker embraced her tightly, and Danica let him. She could feel every emotion coursing through him, and refused to shy away from it. Whatever it was that he was getting from her in that moment, Danica knew he desperately needed it.

“I can’t,” he declared, gripping her shirt.

Instead of responding, Danica went off instinct, and pressed her lips against his. What started out as a series of pecks quickly intensified. His kisses were hard, filled with a burning need that she felt deep in her soul.

Easily maintaining her weight while pulling himself up from the couch, Tucker carried her back to where he knew her bedroom was. The raw need to become acquainted with one another in a way that would satisfy the broken pieces of each of them, led to Danica and Tucker feverishly undressing each other as their tongue danced.

Laid out in the middle of her bed in all her naked glory, Danica licked her lips as he stood in front of her. Seeing his full body in person had nothing on the thought or two she’d had about it since meeting him.

Her eyes dropped down to the heaviness between his thighs, and her stomach curled at the dark, veiny length, standing straight up at attention. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she pushed her hands from his hips up to his abdomen, burying him between her cheeks.

Tucker’s grunt of appreciation pulled a moan out of her as the tip of his dick tickled the back of her throat. Sucking sounds filled the room as she slurped, licked, and sucked every part of him that her tongue and lips could reach.

“Ahhh, shit,” he hissed, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Pausing her assault, she licked her glossy lips and smirked up at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I love chocolate.”

“Show me then,” Tucker demanded, guiding his dick back to her lips.

Danica’s head bobbed up and down as she pleasured him, turning herself on even more in the process. Cupping his balls in his hand, Danica massaged him gently, increasing her motions as he went rigid in her mouth.

Pulling back, she wrapped a hand around his shaft, pumping fiercely, while snaking her tongue around his tip. Wrapping her lips around the mushroomed head, Danica gazed up at Tucker, continuing to jerk him off until his head fell back and he was releasing down her throat.

Drinking all of him, she continued her motions until he was empty. When he lifted his head again, his eyes were dark. She was in trouble, and she reveled in every second of it.

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“Scoot back,” Tucker commanded, eyeing Danica lustfully. She did so with no hesitation, and he placed one knee on the bed while reaching between her legs to push her thighs apart. The way her glistening lips winked back at him had his dick hard again in no time at all.