Tucker

Us

Tucker

I do one of my last five push ups and that's when Rachel walks in. "Hey babygirl!" I laugh, still continuing my push ups.

"Tucker... I have a problem" she says, clenching her thighs together.

I smirk and immediately stand up, taking my headphones out. "That is?"

"I need you" she frowns.

I walk over to her. "What do you need me to do, Princess?"

She gulps. "I need you to touch me... fuck me senselessly"

"What got into you? I'm usually the one begging" I laugh.

"I just... I need you" she says.

That's when it hits me.

She's stressed... ever since the crash, even though she wasn't in it, her ptsd is getting worse.

I put my hands on her sides. "We need to make it quick, I have a gang after this"

She nods with a smile. "Sounds good"

Our lips crash into each other and I back her up into my bed.

I pull off her shirt and her skirt, kissing her heat through her underwear, making her moan.

So I pull her soaked underwear down with my teeth and kiss her all the way up to her lips. "This is all you, princess. Let me relieve your stress"

She smiles then frowns. "But I want you in me..."

"Later baby, I promise" I kiss her cheek and kiss her back down to her folds.

She grips my hair and I viciously eat her out, causing her and moan and scream.

I use my fingers for extra pleasure, sending her over the edge.

"TUCKER!" she screams.

I flick my tongue all around and she squirms.

She's so perfect.

I use my other hand to massage her boobs for extra pleasure.

She moans and I feel her walls clench.

I want her...

but I can't.

I have to meet the team.

Fuck.