Pitch Perfect(59)

He was so intent on being inside her, he’d almost gone in bare.

Clearing her throat, Emmy had obviously arrived at the same realization. “Do you have something?” she asked, her voice rough with desire, eyes half-closed.

“Nightstand drawer.” Tucker jutted his chin to the cherry wood stand beside Emmy’s shoulder. She fumbled, trying to make her limbs work with her, and got the drawer open. Instead of handing him the condom, she ripped the package open herself and didn’t hesitate before rolling it over the head of his cock and down the shaft.

As much as he would have loved to go without, this was their first time and they hadn’t taken an opportunity to discuss the finer points of what a sexual relationship would mean. He didn’t know if she was on the Pill, and as cute as little Tucker-Emmy babies might be, he was certain neither of them wanted children at this point in their careers.

Now covered against concern, Tucker resituated himself and entered her, nudged in just an inch. Emmy gasped, and he paused, rocking his hips slightly to enjoy the tight feel of her clinging to him. He pushed another inch, and this time she arched her back, raising her hips to meet his thrust. Tucker took her invitation, and holding her waist, he buried himself so deep in her his balls smacked against her ass.

Oh, God. Had sex ever felt this good before? He’d wanted to have Emmy like this for months, ached to be with her, and now that he was finally discovering what it meant to be inside her, he didn’t ever want to give up the sensation.

Emmy groaned a happy, wanton sound, and he withdrew almost all the way, reveling in the wet tightness of her that fit him like a glove. His heart hammered as he tried to restrain himself, wanting to make this last, but every fiber of his being was shouting—

“Faster,” Emmy commanded, speaking aloud what his own body demanded.

Tucker was as eager to respond to Emmy’s suggestions off the field as well as on, it seemed. He thrust into her again, only now he didn’t stop. He pumped faster and faster, until her panting breaths began to match his own, and she clawed at him, nails raking his arms and back as she tried to find purchase on something. Tucker cupped her face, and she drew his thumb into her mouth, sucking it the way she had his cock earlier.

He groaned and drove fiercely into her, the slick, sweaty sounds of their bodies meeting a rhythm unlike any other, the beat of it urging him to pound her harder. Each time he raised the bar, she said, “Yes, oh yes.” It was the greatest word he’d ever heard in his life.

As she writhed under him, he felt himself building towards climax like it was a cliff ahead he couldn’t avoid falling over. But he wanted to bring her with him—needed to bring her with him. He slowed down before he came and reached between them, finding her clit with his thumb. As he rocked against her, he circled her swollen nub with precise attention, first barely touching it, then matching the speed to his thrusts.

He was close, but the part of his brain still capable of rational thought told him he wouldn’t enjoy it unless he got her there too. Her satisfaction was as much a reward to him as his own.

Emmy grasped his thighs and her orgasm built, clenching him from the inside. The closer she came, the pulse of her body worked him like a hand, until they both reached the precipice at the same moment, coming as one. It was impossible to tell whose ragged breaths were whose as they collapsed, spent, into Tucker’s sheets.

It had been worth the wait, for Tucker. Never in his life had he been rewarded for his patience as profoundly as he had with Emmy.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his ear.

Tucker laughed and pulled away enough to focus on her. Her eyes held a dreamy quality, and the smile on her lips was enough to make his heart melt. “Thank you for what?” he teased.

“For being you. For everything.” She nestled into the crook of his shoulder, and soon her breathing softened, telling him she’d fallen asleep.

He stayed awake, staring at the skyline of the Bay, wondering what he’d done in a previous life to deserve getting so lucky in this one.





Chapter Twenty-Eight

“You look like you got rode hard and put away wet,” Jasper said with irritating cheer when Emmy came into the trainer’s suite later that morning.

“What?”

“Rough night?” Her assistant eyed her, obviously trying to glean some knowledge from her appearance. As he was not a wizard, she knew the way she looked wouldn’t tell Jasper what she’d been up to. Yet they’d known each other a long time. Long enough he could see on her face when she was hiding something from him.

“You could say that.”

“Did you break up with Clark Kent?”