Chapter 15

"How's your leg doing?"

After Tucker realized we needed to order a ride, he slowed down pretty quickly. Now we're in the car heading home, and I want to make sure he's doing okay. I should have worded what I said better. I forget that he gets really over-excited at the prospect of orgasms.

He looks at me guiltily. "Um, it's okay. It's actually all fine. Well, it's not totally healed, but Coach and Doc may have cleared me yesterday to go back to training properly with the team."

"Why do you look shifty about that?"

"I'm sorry. I found out yesterday, but I didn't tell you because I knew you'd say we both had to move back to our houses and then what if you were done with me? I haven't even taken you on a date yet and convinced you I would make a great boyfriend." He blows out a breath and looks at me hesitantly.

"Tucker, I-" I don't know how to finish that sentence.

I guess I just assumed that he'd get me out of his system when his leg was fixed.

"This thing with us, I know it's a rebound. You need to heal after what Henry did to you, so I know this isn't permanent."

"Nothing I say is going to make you see that I don't see you as a hookup, is it?" I have to look away from his sad eyes.

"Um, dudes? We've been parked outside your address for nearly three minutes," the shaggy haired driver interrupts. "Totally sorry, but I have other fares. I am living for this tea though so if you could tag me when you hard launch, my at is foozdriverian with no spaces and all lower case."

Tucker and I look at each other. "Sure thing, man," Tucker says and we slide out of the car and walk up to the cheer house in silence. He follows me as I head to the room Perry and I share.

"Smells nice in here," Tucker mumbles.

"Yeah, Perry really likes his reed diffusers." I start loosening my tie and throwing it on my desk. I've only popped back here twice over the last week to grab the textbooks I needed. I didn't realize just how much I miss this space. I'm going to miss Tucker more, though.

"Gio, I don't want to talk anymore. I want to get naked, climb on your bed, and have you own every inch of my body."

He looks at me, eyes full of desperation. This I can do. Because god knows I want him. Crave him. I'm like a vampire, and he's my sexy prey.

I shake my head at my own weird thoughts.

"A part of me wants to ask you to strip slowly, but I don't think I have the restraint right now," I tell him honestly. His answering grin, followed by him undressing at a near inhuman pace, lets me know just how much he wants me. It's a heady feeling. Not just to be wanted but to be wanted by him. Tucker.

I still need to get my shirt and pants off when he bounces onto my bed completely naked. His huge body is on display. Tucker is the most beautiful person alive. From his soft abs, thick and powerful thighs, to his long fingers wrapped around his mouth-watering dick.

I'm transfixed as I watch him slowly stroke himself.

"Sweetheart, I love having your eyes on me, but right now, I also need your hands. Actually, I need them in me, unless you want me to prep myself." He opens his legs wide, giving me a fan-fucking-tastic view of his hole.

I nearly trip over myself in a rush to get naked. I grab the lube from my nightstand table, pausing before I climb on the bed.

"I know we're both on PrEP, but do you want to use a condom as well?" Living together for a week meant it wasn't hard to see what medication Tucker took.

I shouldn't have asked him and just used a condom, but there was something so intensely primal about having my cum inside Tucker. He painted an excellent picture when we were in the shower the other day.

"No condoms. I don't want any more barriers between us," he groans out, and I studiously ignore what he's not saying.

I smirk at him. "I can't wait to watch my cum drip out of you."

He lets go of his cock and grabs the bed sheets.

"Fuck, I was close. Shit, I love your dirty mouth. Kiss me," he demands. I climb on the bed, lean over him, and take his mouth. It's rough and dirty and definitely the hottest kiss I have ever shared with another human being.

Without breaking the kiss, I squirt some lube onto my fingers and reach down to start stretching out Tucker's hole. I swallow down his gasp as I start circling the small patch of hair at his opening. Slowly, I press one finger in.

Fuck me.

I could do this all day, every day for eternity. His hole is so tight with just one finger, and I can't imagine how good it will feel with two and eventually my dick.

I press a second finger into him slowly, and his legs start to shake

"You aren't allowed to cum yet. I want your hole wrapped around my dick when your orgasm hits."

He hisses and grabs the base of his dick. I fucking love that my words get such a physical reaction from him. I'm so going to need to test that out further another day.

Once he's all stretched out and is a mumbling mess beneath me, I sit up and cover my dick in a generous amount of lube. I line up my dick with Tucker's glistening, open hole and then I turn my eyes to him as I slowly press inside him.

Tucker is practically quivering as I enter his body. He locks his eyes with mine, and the emotion swirling in those chocolate depths are enough to leave me breathless.

The moment I'm fully seated, I lean over and crash my lips to his, needing a full circuit connection.

"Gio, please move, please. I feel so full, I need you, please, my sweetheart," Tucker begs, sounding like he's about to sob.

"Anything for you," I tell him, and I lean back and slowly glide my dick out so only the tip is left in before I snap my hips and pound back into him.

"Yes, yes, yes. You're fucking perfect, sweetheart," he moves to grab his cock, but I push his hand away and grab it for myself.

"Mine. I'm the one in control of your pleasure," I growl out and start pumping him in time with my thrusts. I've never been a caveman in the bedroom, but there is something about Tucker that makes me want to own all of him.

I have an idea of why that is but there is no way I'm going to delve into that when I'm balls deep in my man.

"It's too good. I can't last, Gio, Gio, Gio, I can't," Tucker's whines make me feel ten feet tall.

"You can come, baby."

His eyes lock onto mine just as I start pegging his prostate, and he comes undone.

He roars out, and the feel of his hole clenching around me as rope after rope of cum paints his stomach tips me over the edge. The tingle at the base of my spine is intense as my orgasm lights up my body in pleasure.

With a grunt, I release his well used dick and slump forward on top of him, covering us both in his seed.

His arms wrap around me, holding me tight to him.

"That was seriously the best sex I've ever had."

"You just wait until you're topping me. My arse is going to be a religious experience for you."

"I don't doubt it," he says, pressing a kiss to my sweaty hair.

"I'm so gross, but I don't have the energy for a shower,"

I feel Tucker nodding. "Same."

"I'll get a cloth and wipe us up." Lifting Up, my dick slides out of Tucker slowly.

I just stare at my cum leaking from his beautiful ass.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," Tucker snorts.

"I wish I could. Fuck… it's making me chub up again already."

"Do it. Take a picture."

My eyes snap to his.

"Sweetheart, I trust you. Take the picture and then send it to me. Looking at your cum leaking out of me is going to be excellent jerk-off material." The lusty look he gets in his eyes is enough to get my ass into gear.

I reach down, grab my phone out of my pants pocket, and snap a couple of photos.

"You're doing a whole ass photo shoot," Tucker laughs. "I'm not complaining; just remember to send them all."

"You wait until you see them," I mumble as I pull up the messaging app and send Tucker twenty seven attachments.

Once that is done, I grab a washcloth from the bathroom and head back to wipe clean a very sleepy Tucker. I clean myself up and throw the cloth in the laundry basket before getting into the bed with Tucker. He immediately snuggles into me.

"I want to be the sleep squid tonight," he whispers. Snorting, I just pull him closer to me.

"Okay, but no guarantees that we won"t wake up with me wrapped all around you," I say softly, breathing in his scent. "At least I didn't hurt your leg this week."

"Being with you would be worth any pain," he murmurs, eyes closing.

I lie there for hours in the dark, willing myself to stay awake so I get to hold Tucker in my arms for as long as possible.

I don't want to be a rebound.

I want to keep him.