“Don’t break my heart, Tuck.”
“It’ll be your fault if I do. I told you to stay away, Blue.”
Propped up on my elbows, I can barely make out his figure as he walks about his room, but the moment his body covers mine, I lose sight of everything. My cheerleading, school, goals, and everything possibly close to my heart vanishes with his touch. When his lips meet mine, I pour every ounce of gratitude into him as we kiss and know there’s no threat to being caught.
My eager hands roam up his back as my lips soak up his taste. I feel Tuck push into my center and moan into his mouth as I feel his excitement too.
“No hands and no touching, Blue.”
He grabs me by my biceps and pushes them up and over my head, pressing them down into the mattress.
“Why?”
“Want this or not?”
I breathlessly try to say, “Yes.”
I feel his hungry mouth back on mine, devouring me. My hips buck up into him, pleading for more. A kiss is almost torture. I need more, want more, have to have more to survive.
“Tuck.” I feel a flush run through my cheeks as my simple word comes out as a yell.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, sucking and licking every inch of my flesh. His hands rip my oversized t-shirt off in one fell swoop, and then my bra is gone before I can blink.
He pins my hands above my head again with one of his large palms. When his teeth sink into my perked up nipple, I scream. His other hand covers my mouth as he sucks harder, teasing me with his mouth. My hips writhe up and down, trying to get to more of him.
“You touch me once, Blue, and this is over.”
I couldn’t care less what his demands are in this moment, as long as his lips don’t leave my body. Clenching my eyes, I focus on the sensation he’s sending through every single part of my body and hum in appreciation. His lips make a trail down between my breasts to my belly button, and I giggle when he swirls it with his tongue. In the next moment he has me naked, ripping off my shorts and underwear in one motion.
The sound of the rest of my clothes being tossed off makes me smile, but when he gets up from the bed, I groan, already missing his contact.
“Tuck.”
I’m not a whiny person, but right now I’m the biggest whiner on the planet.
He hooks his arms around the back of my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the bed, and then his lips begin to wander up the inside of my thigh. I have to cover my own mouth to muffle my screams. It takes every ounce of willpower not to reach down, rip off his stupid-ass beanie, and tug his hair.
He leaves his sweet taste behind as he drags his tongue the entire length of my inner thigh, and then he hits the sweet spot. I can’t help but let my moans of pleasure out as my hands fist into his blanket on the bed. Just one sweep of his tongue threatens to send me into a burst of pleasure. I try to slow things down by concentrating on something else…fuck, bunnies or stuffed animals or some shit like that. I don’t want to go before he even does anything spectacular.
But the moment he grips my ass, nearing the point of pain, and buries his face deeper in me, adding his fingers to the mix, I let my body move along with him.
“Tuck.”
I repeat his name over and over until I can no longer hold in any of the pleasure about to blossom in me. When he scrapes his teeth along my skin, I explode and stars fill my vision, and I break Tuck’s rule and grip onto his forearms holding my legs. My hips writhe, riding out each flick of aftershock of my orgasm.
“Holy shit.” I run my hands through my hair and rest them on top of my head. “How the hell am I going to pay you back for that?”
“Just sleep here with me tonight and kiss me one more time.”
“Are you asking for a goodnight kiss, Tuck?”
His fully clothed body covers mine again, and it reminds me how completely exposed I am.
“I’m naked. You’re not.”
Tuck puts his lips on mine and smiles. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Blue. I need to stay away from you.”
“Just kiss me.”
He begins kissing me passionately again and it’s the sweetest thing ever with both of our tastes mingled together. Tuck keeps it short this time as he picks me up, cradling my naked body as he walks around the bed. He flicks on a little night lamp.
“Tuck.”
He just shoots me a crooked grin.
“I’m naked. You’re fully clothed and off limits. So, either turn the lights off or give me my clothes.”
He’s such a gentle giant as he lays me down on the bed and then grabs my clothes and tosses them toward me.
“I’ll be right back. Need anything?”
I shake my head as I struggle to get back in his black shirt, trying to give him minimal view of my tits. I have to have something on the man that he hasn’t already had.
Moments later, Tuck comes back in and shuts the door with a smile covering his face and two bottles of water in his hand. “Here, grabbed it just in case.”
“Thank you.”
He doesn’t waste time turning off all the lights, climbing in behind me, scooping me up in his arms, and pressing me into his chest.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
My words dissipate in the dark air and I can’t muster up the energy to ask again before sleep takes over.
Chapter 12
The ceiling lights whirl around in my vision as my back slams into the mat.
“Williams, that’s going to hurt like a bitch when you do that on the track in front of a home crowd.”
It’s the fifth time I’ve landed on my ass during a rolling back handspring. It’s very typical for me to do six of them and stick it every single time, and I know it’s something very popular at football games, but it’s been nine days and no sight of Tuck. Not even at night during my runs.
I finally broke down and told Sophie everything and made her promise not to judge or mother hen my ass. She told me my pussy was probably poisonous and killed the guy off. Noah finally gave up the details last night when he came over to the dorms with Lane.
Tuck’s ass had been handed to him by his running back coach for the scuffle in the gym, and he was put on suspension with the threat of not starting the first game of the season. I guess he was given a hefty list of things he had to complete before he’d be eligible, and even then it was going to be iffy. Noah went on, explaining the soccer player, AKA Captain Asshat, was kicked off his team. It was a third strike kind of thing, so basically I ruined two men’s careers by stepping in the gym that day. But it seems my ugly, selfish tendencies have taken over once again, because I just want Tuck back.
Noah refused to give me Tuck’s number even after I threw a fit and offered him money. I know deep down it’s because of Tuck’s privacy issues, but in Noah’s defense, he probably wants his star player focusing on the game and not me. Noah didn’t miss his chance to mercilessly tease me over the last nine days every single time he saw me. He calls my name out in a very steamy voice similar to the way I called Tuck’s out.
“Again, Blue.” Coach Lindsey stretches a hand out to me, and I spring up again.
After three more attempts, I land a continuing seven back handsprings down the royal blue mats of the gym, and then do it five more times to keep the actions memorized in my muscles.
“Huddle up.” Coach stands on her stack of red mats in her ready position. “Football and volleyball seasons are coming up. Home and away games will all have cheerleaders. We will also be visible at soccer games, so this is one of the last practices we will all be together.” She pulls a stack of papers from behind her back. “Here are the schedules. If you can’t attend or become ill, you report to your team captain, and then they’ll report to an assistant or myself. No excuses.”