Pitch Perfect: Boys of Summer, Book 1 (21 page)

“Okay.” He stepped back and pulled her to her feet so quickly she stumbled. But he was there, strong and sure, holding her to him. He smelled fabulous for someone who’d just woken up. Maybe they were a good pheromone match, but to Emmy he smelled like fresh pepper and cotton, and it was a glorious combination. He made her head swim with desire, and her usually too-busy brain was, for once, quiet and focused.

Tucker explored her body, running his hands over her T-shirt until he found the hem, then the first shock of real skin-to-skin contact sent Emmy reeling. His big hands were warm, and though his fingertips were rough and calloused from years of pitching, his touch was light and sensitive. Everywhere his fingers traveled a spark of electricity followed, igniting a desire within in her that had long lain dormant. When he lifted her shirt, she didn’t protest, although she’d never been disrobed in a kitchen before.

When her top was off, she didn’t feel any of the painful awareness of her body she had with other lovers. She’d often felt like she was being assessed and catalogued by other men.
Great body, decent boobs.
Or,
short legs, too much ass.

With Tucker it was different. The way he gazed at her with her top off was so worshipful and adoring she didn’t think he was comparing her to anyone else. He was seeing her for who she was.

In that moment, any thoughts of
might
disappeared, and Emmy knew she loved him. She’d known, really, since the trip to Chicago. But seeing him look at her in the harsh morning light—with no makeup and terrible hair—and still be impressed…well, he must be crazy about her.

He touched her again, tentative at first, then greedy, exploring her exposed skin with his palms fanned wide. He tucked his fingertips into the waistband of her jeans, grazing the top of her ass and making her shudder with unrestrained excitement. With each new area he traversed, Emmy’s brain became cloudier, wondering how she’d resisted him for so long and how
stupid
she’d been to live without this in her life.

Withdrawing, he shifted his attention to her breasts, cupping each mound with a hand so large even her C cups looked small being held by them. He rubbed her peaked nipples through the sheer lace fabric of her bra, sending another shock wave directly to her core. No one had ever managed to get her so wet, so quickly, with most of her clothes still on. It was as if Tucker’s every ministration was attuned to her, and he knew the wants of her body better than she did.

The work they did together on the field had proven she understood the mechanics of
his
body, and she’d used that knowledge to make him a better pitcher. What could he do to her once he’d learned the finer details of her form? She was eager for him to know her that well, and yearned to know him better than she already did.

Tucker dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor, his tousled brown hair all she could see when his head settled between her breasts. He hugged her waist possessively with one arm, locking her to him, and with his other hand he lowered the cup of her bra. He teased her nipple with short, hot licks, drawing it into a tight, almost painful nub, and latched his mouth on to it.

Emmy shivered as he worked her with his lips and tongue, burying her hands in his soft, messy hair. When her knees buckled, he kept her upright with his arm, and she ended up kneeling on his thighs. Never once did he stop teasing her nipple, and Emmy hadn’t known she could feel so much pleasure from the most basic foreplay.

It wasn’t enough, though.

Her whole body pulsed with a need so demanding it throbbed in her ears and blotted out all sound except for their twin heartbeats.

“Bedroom,” she rasped.

Tucker released her bra and pulled his mouth away, only to return to her lips for another searing kiss, his stubble making her sensitive mouth hurt, but in a thrilling way she didn’t want to stop. His kiss made it clear he was willing to take her right there, and Emmy had never wanted to give herself up so willingly.

He scooped her into his arms, supporting her weight easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands kneaded her bottom, and the kiss lost any precision when she ground her pelvis against his erection. He sucked in a breath, and his lips and tongue were frenzied then, devouring her own mouth like he was starving and she was the only food that could sate him.

Emmy barely registered their transition from the kitchen to the bedroom until his weight came down on top of her and the softness of his sheets met her bare back. His body covering hers felt comfortable, like a human blanket wrapping her in its warmth.

As Tucker no longer needed to support her weight, he trailed kisses down her chest, sneaking fingers under her to unclasp her bra so he could lavish attention on both breasts in equal turn. Her nipples hardened into sensitive peaks, and she squirmed under him, begging for relief from the exquisite agony he had put her in.

The way he lingered over every inch of her skin drew the moment out, making his exploration last forever. It was equal parts joy and torture, because Emmy reveled in his enjoyment of her, but she needed
more
.

He undid her pants and pulled her jeans off easily, leaving her in nothing but her cotton panties—a last-minute choice from the previous morning she was now regretting.

If Tucker noticed her boring underwear, he didn’t stop to comment. Instead he hooked long fingers on the side bands over her hips and removed the panties as skillfully as he’d disposed of her pants. Now Emmy was naked, and Tucker was still fully dressed.

“You,” she said, pointing to him with a wobbly finger. If he continued on the course he was going with his heated kisses, she’d soon be completely unable to form words, and getting him naked seemed to be a reasonable last request.

Without hesitating, Tucker shucked off the hoodie and kicked his long legs free of the pajama pants he’d been wearing. This time Emmy didn’t avert her gaze. She drank in Tucker’s lean, muscled body. His skin was a sun-kissed California gold from all the running he did. The results of that running showed in his hard legs and a firm, tight ass, judging by the handful she’d grabbed earlier and the way he filled out his uniform.

She liked not having to look away, because looking at him was a beautiful goddamn thing. His abs weren’t as harshly defined as some athletes she’d worked on, but too much muscle would have been awkward on him. Emmy propped herself up on her elbows so she could drink him in, and Tucker didn’t seem to mind as he was busy staring back at her.

He smiled at her, and her heart skipped. As beautiful as his body was, that smile would prove to be her undoing. It plucked at parts of her his tongue and fingers could never reach, and made her want to give him everything. One smile was all it took for her to want Tucker to possess her, mind, body and soul.

Right then, though, her body was what needed him most.

When her wandering gaze finally landed on his cock, her breath caught in her throat. She knew tall men tended to have length to match, but Tucker had length and thickness. Emmy’s mouth watered slightly at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention. She fixated on it, imagining sliding her lips over the head, and when she raised her eyes to look at Tucker, she suspected he must have been imagining the same thing.

“Come here,” she said, barely croaking the words.

Tucker obliged, moving up the bed so he straddled her chest. Emmy wrapped her fingers around his shaft, thinking again about how the large parts of Tucker managed to make her seem much smaller by comparison. She worked him with firm strokes, then brought his head to her lips as she’d imagined doing, slipping his hot, hard cock into her mouth and teasing his soft, tight skin with slow laps.

He tasted so good, his skin salty against her tongue. She closed her eyes and savored the moment, wanting to remember later everything about the way he tasted and felt.

His body jerked while she circled his head and teased the flesh at the base. When she braced her hands above his balls and took him deep into her mouth, she opened her eyes again and watched the expression on his face change from wonder to a more carnal desire. He buried his fingers in her hair, not forcing her head but still conveying his appreciation for her ministrations.

She lapped and sucked until his thighs strained against her, and she could tell from his panting breaths that she’d brought him right to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” he said, likely to give her the opportunity to let him pull out. Emmy had no inclination to let him do any such thing. In that moment she wanted to experience him completely. She’d taken him this far, and she was going to finish the job with gusto.

She worked him with her hands and mouth in a matched rhythm, and his fingers tensed in her hair, while his other hand braced the headboard above her. His breath hitched and he whispered, “Oh my God.” His muscles, so taut, gave a shudder when he came.

Emmy had been expecting the release and kept her gaze locked on his as she swallowed, then licked the head of his cock clean and gave him her best smile. She took more pride in the heavy-lidded, dreamy expression on his face than she did in making him come. His satisfied glow mirrored the warmth she felt inside just being near him, and if she could give him even a taste of that sensation, she was happy.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you just how okay I am.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tucker was in awe of her. Here was a woman he’d spent months thinking any number of filthy, unwholesome things about, but he’d never dreamed he’d be able to act out those fantasies. Yet that same woman had just lain under him and given him the single most intense blowjob of his entire life.

He must still be asleep, because the Emmy he knew didn’t seem the sort of girl to play dirty in bed. But if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. The woman he’d long assumed was a nice girl in every aspect of her character was proving that even the princess-types sometimes like to get a bit naughty.

And he hoped she could take it as well as she could dish it out.

He wasn’t as young as he’d once been, and an instant rebound from coming to being good to go wasn’t going to happen, so he’d need a way to distract her until he could make love to her properly. He wanted to give her a taste of what she’d given him.

Once again he kissed his way down her belly, enjoying every squirm and appreciative moan she graced him with along the way. This time, there were no pants or underwear to distract him from staying on task. He kissed her mound, and she gasped lightly, though he hadn’t yet begun doing what he intended. He hoped by the time he was through she’d be doing more than just gasping.

Tucker wanted a lot of things from Emmy, but more than anything, he wanted to
please
her. It was why he asked for her help on the field, and he was fairly certain he’d follow that desire to hell and back if it would make her happy. At the moment, his need to satisfy her had a very logical outlet, one he’d been desperate to act on for months.

He slid a finger inside her, finding her much wetter than he’d dared hope. She wriggled against his slightest touch, arching herself towards him for more. Closing his eyes, he reveled in the movement of her body, making note of how she responded to each crook and twist so he knew exactly what did it for her.

He’d never had a partner be quite so responsive. Tucker had thought he’d had amazing sex in the past, but that was all before Emmy. He hadn’t even buried himself inside her yet, and she was already, by far, the most engaging woman he’d ever been with. She made him believe every kiss and lick and touch was the best she’d felt, and that stroked his ego in a way no verbal compliment could.

Slipping another finger between her folds, he stroked the sensitive tissue around her clit, using her wetness to ease the slide of his fingers. When she began to twitch, her feet braced on his shoulders, he stooped low and spread her wide before him so he could see her perfectly. Her damp curls framed swollen pink lips, and it was an invitation he couldn’t resist. He licked her, keeping his tongue rigid until he reached her clit, where he gave a teasing flick over the bud, making her yelp.

With each pass of his tongue, he lavished more and more attention on her core until she was squirming and gasping, mewling out noises he’d never heard before. When she clasped his hair and ground her hips up to meet his mouth, he slid a finger inside her and curved it back, stroking her from the inside and the out in equal measure.

Her body tensed everywhere—her thighs and feet and in the contracting walls of her pussy. This was the reaction he’d been hoping for, and her satisfaction was right within his reach. He picked up the pace of his tongue until she pulled his hair almost painfully and screamed, “Tucker,
oh my God, Tucker.
Yes. Yesyesyesyes…” all before the words became garbled and her orgasm crested. He stilled his tongue and kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, causing her to shiver. When she let go of his hair, he looked up at her.

“How’re you doing?” he asked her.

Emmy gave a limp thumbs-up, then patted him on the head.

“Good,” he said. His erection had returned, harder than before, spurned by the intensity of her arousal and the force of her orgasm. If he could do that with his tongue and fingers, he wanted to show her how he could treat her with his whole body.

He’d been prepared to go at it short and dirty, just to come again, but now that he’d experienced her orgasm, he was intent on giving her another one.