Chapter 19

I wake up to Tucker"s cock nestled between my ass cheeks. Seriously, how am I ever going to sleep without this man in my bed? There is no hope for me.

I will have to take it one day at a time, and hopefully, I can convince him to get an apartment with me next year.

My eyes catch on the small bottle of lube on his nightstand. We are going to have to invest in some Costco sized lube because that pathetic little tub won"t cut it. I snag it and quietly open it. I'm still pretty open from last night, but I need just a little bit more stretching if I'm going to take Tucker"s dick again in less than, I look at the clock, two hours.

Once I'm all stretched and open, I wriggle my ass against Tucker's cock. He is as hard as me, but he's still fast asleep. It's almost a shame to wake him.

Almost.

"Mmm, Gio, why are you moving like a bag of snakes?" he mumbles out, making me huff out a laugh.

"Because I'm so fucking horny I feel like I'm going to spontaneously orgasm. My hole feels so empty without you." I whine desperately.

I've never been so needy to have someone inside me. It's all Tucker. Now I've given in to my feelings for him, it's unleashed my inner cock slut.

His stubble scratches along my neck as he presses kisses there. Tucker slowly moves his hand over my ass cheeks.

"Do you think you're ready for–wait, have you already prepped yourself?" he says, voice ringed in astonishment.

"Yes, I woke up needing my boyfriend"s dick. Please don't make me wait."

I hand him the lube, and he coats his dick quickly before lifting my leg over him while I'm still on my side and sliding into me.

"Finally," I moan, feeling blissed out and full.

This is my new favorite position. I feel wide open for Tucker to do whatever he wants to me, and I'm still surrounded by him. Plus, having easy access to the most filthy open-mouth kisses is turning me the fuck on.

He spends a few minutes sliding in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace. Slowly dragging the head of his fat cock along my prostate. I try to quicken the pace, but Tucker won't let me.

"I'm in charge, sweetheart," he growls in my ear.

"I know, baby, I can't help it. Shit, why did you stop?" I ask when he pauses.

"You calling me baby is fucking sexy," he bites out, thrusting a little bit quicker and harder.

Oh, it's like that is it.

"I love you, Tucker."

I've barely finished saying his name, and he pulls out and moves me to my back, legs to my chest before he slams back inside me at a deliciously punishing pace.

"You don't play fair, Gio," he grits out.

"Never said I would," I retort.

Thump, thump, thump.

The bed slams against the wall, and I have no doubts that the entire football team is listening to me getting railed.

"Not gonna last long. Touch your dick."

"I'm not going to need to," I say, moaning louder than the sound of the bed whacking against the wall.

I wasn't lying either. Tucker had just started hitting my p spot. I fall over the edge into orgasmic bliss, hands-free, and holding on to my boyfriend"s forearms as he reaches his climax with a fucking loud roar.

We're both sweaty, covered in cum, with a few leaves stuck on random parts of our body.

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

Just as our lips are about to meet there is a loud round of applause from outside Tucker's bedroom door, and fists pounding on the door.

I'm pretty sure Charlie is the one who yells out "Peg the shit out of your man!" Little gross, but the sentiment is cute.

"Well, I'm glad your teammates are supportive, at least."

Tucker laughs. "Yeah, they're a good bunch. We have each other"s backs, but we definitely don't have the same level of closeness that you cheer queers have."

He presses a kiss to my forehead before lifting me off the bed. "Come on, lover, we need clean sheets, a shower, and food.

I watch him in all his naked glory head to the shower, and I follow along like an invisible leash is tethering us.

I feel like I could cry. I'm so fucking happy. For the first time in weeks, I finally feel free. I could kick my own ass knowing I'm the one who held myself back for so long.

It doesn't matter now.

Or maybe this is how it needed to go.

Whatever.

I have Tucker, and that's what matters to me.

G T Very Much Not On The Rocks Group Chat

Lexi: Ryder made me start this

Ryder: Babe, it had to be done. We all need to know what went down. I can't wait till tomorrow. That is a blatant hate crime.

Nate: Is it really a hate crime or are you quoting the office?

Ryder: You are my least favorite cheerleader.

Nate: I'm incredibly self-aware. I know that I'm most people's least favorite cheerleader.

Perry: ARE YOU SHITTING ME? Does no one have any more information on Gio and Tucker?

Charlie: Ooooh me I do.

Hudson: …

Wyatt: …

Luke: Well?

Charlie: They had a fuck load of sex. The whole football house shook with the force of Tucker railing Gio. It was pretty hot. A few of us had a jerk-off party.

Guilia: Lexi, my dear, what have you added me to?

Lexi: Uh

Ryder: Good news Mrs R. It looks like Tucker and Gio made up.

Guila: That is wonderful news!! You must all come over for brunch on Sunday. We can celebrate this and Nonna's birthday. Everyone's pants will remain on for the whole day.

I am going to fucking kill Charlie and Ryder is my first thought when I read through the text exchange from last night.

"You look extra hot when you're all murdery." Tucker smirks from his seat opposite me on the picnic table in front of my favorite coffee cart.

After another few rounds of sex and a pizza delivered by foozdriverian, we got about four hours of sleep, and I can barely cope. I even copied Tucker"s gay drink order in the hopes that the caffeine and sugar get me through the day.

"Did you read the entire thread?" I demand.

"I did," he raises an eyebrow. "I thought it was your nonna's birthday a few weeks ago?"

Shit.

"Yeah, I said that because I was all deep in avoiding my feelings. I promise not to lie to you about my relatives" birthdays ever again." I lean over the table for a brief kiss.

"Dude, are you the guy from the video?" a voice says to my right. A guy I've never seen looks at me expectantly.

I share a confused look with Tucker. "What video?"

The guy pulls out his phone, and we watch as the audio of Tucker"s speech is played over the CCTV of me falling out of the tree multiple times, and then I'm being chased through the football house. The video ends with a smiling, shirtless Charlie standing outside Tucker"s room with a thumbs up as the sound of Tucker"s bed hitting the wall in a rhythmic beat is played.

Tucker and I start talking at the same time.

"All the murder."

"Can you send me that?"

"Tucker!"

"What? It's romantic in its own way," he says, holding his hands up in defense. "It'll be something to show the kids."

I roll my eyes and throw my balled up napkin at his head, missing him by about seven feet but at least it goes in the trash can.

Before I come up with a witty retort that would have been better than my pathetic throw, my phone beeps.

Charlie:Please don"t kill me. I've just seen the video, but I didn't do it. I mean, yeah, I took the last little bit, then I accidentally air dropped it. I didn't intentionally send it to people. I was going to send it to Tucker.

Gio: Fine. I'll forgive you, but no jerking off to our sex noises and no traumatizing my mom with my sex life.

Charlie: I promise hardcore!

Gio: Okay we're good.

I tell Tucker about my text exchange, and he smiles softly at me. "You know you'd be well within your rights to not forgive him."

"Yeah, I know," I say with a sigh. "We weren't exactly quiet, though. And he kind of gives Ryder a run for his money in the clueless category."

Tucker presses a kiss to my head. "I love you."

Never going to tire of hearing that.