Teaching Tucker (Face-Off Legacy Book 3) Page 3

  I sipped from my cup, careful not to spill any of the beer, draining enough of the liquid to maintain a steady rhythm. Moving my hips back and forth to the music, I kept my eyes focused on the crowd in front of me. Slowly, I backed my ass up into Tucker, and he hooked his arm around me pulling my back flat against his chest.

  He smelled of a spicy aftershave and clean linen. I leaned my head back, his scent filling my nostrils, and closed my eyes. After sliding my ass up and down a few times over the front of his toga, I felt him grow hard against my ass. We had almost nothing between us, and I became more aroused the harder he got for me.

  Tucker’s hand moved from my stomach to my hip. He snapped the strap of my thong between his fingers and dipped down to lower his mouth to my ear. His heat, his touch, all of it was too much for me to stand. I wanted his hands on me, everywhere, navigating every inch of my body.

  Under the heat from the lights and the steady pace I maintained, I was on fire, my skin burning from Tucker’s touch. I was buzzed, but not drunk, still in control of the situation. As much as I wanted to blame my lack of judgment on the alcohol, my body had betrayed me from the minute I’d laid eyes on Tucker, long before I’d ever had a drink.

  My nipples were painfully erect, and Tucker seemed to notice. He inched his way up from my hip to the side of my breast and then rolled the pad of his thumb over the top of the sheet covering my breasts. I moaned so loud that I covered my mouth with my hand because I was afraid someone would notice. But no one did. No one cared what we were doing, not when they were busy doing worse things. One of the fraternity brothers had his hand all the way up a girl’s toga, her bare pussy practically on display as he fingered her. It was as if we were in the middle of one giant orgy.

  Once the song ended, I stopped for a second, sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes. I could hardly see the people in front of me. Tucker pushed the hair off my shoulder and dragged his teeth along my neck, teasing me for a second before he bit into my sensitive flesh. I cried out in pain, but the more he tugged at my skin, warmth spread down my arms.

  He spun me around, so we were facing each other and threaded his fingers through my hair, bringing my mouth to his. My lips parted for him. I was eager and waiting for him to make his move. And he did. Tucker ran his tongue along my bottom lip before taking it into his mouth. He bit hard enough to draw blood, ripping a soft moan from my lips.

  “You like that?” He said the words against my lips, his eyes open and staring into mine.

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  Yesss. Fuck, yes.

  This time, he repeated the same motion as before, all teeth until his tongue slipped into my mouth. He fucked my mouth like he was invading and conquering it. Like he wanted to leave his mark on me. The way he handled me with his calloused hands and rough touch made me feel alive. Made me feel wanted.

  For a split second, I forgot people surrounded us. But I didn’t care. Not when the things he did to me made me feel this good. He was so forceful and aggressive when his fingers dug into my hips, and even rougher when he lifted me up from the ground to hook my legs around his back.

  We were in the middle of the dance floor with me rubbing my pussy against his erection desperate to create some friction. I wanted to get off by his hands, his tongue, and his big cock.

  “Take me upstairs,” I begged, my voice coming out in ragged breaths.

  This was so uncharacteristic for me. But I couldn’t stop myself, not with how much I craved him.

  A smirk turned up the corner of his mouth. “Do you know what you’re asking?”

  No, but I wanted to know. I was dying to find out if the rumors were true. The part about him being huge wasn’t a lie. While I didn’t set out to hook up with Tucker in a fraternity house, I wasn’t leaving now that I had him. I wanted to feel every inch of him before doing my walk of shame.

  “Show me,” I mouthed, and his grin widened.

  He stroked my cheek. “You seem like a good girl. Too bad I’m about to break you.”

  A shiver ran through me. I was aroused, scared, and excited all at the same time. I didn’t understand the flood of emotions rushing through me all at once. All I knew was I wanted to know how he was going to break me.

  Eden nudges me with her elbow, snapping me back to reality. “Your shift is over, chica. I can take over for you.”

  Startled, I look at Eden and then peek over at Tucker again, biting my lip, now realizing I’m supposed to tutor Tuck without knowing it was Tucker Kane.

  Note to self: Ask students on Strick Net for their last name.

  “I’ll work your shift if you go over there and pretend to be Tucker’s tutor.” I clasp my hands together, not above begging to get out of seeing him. “Please. Do me a solid. I can’t deal with him.”

  Eden narrows her eyes at me and then focuses her gaze on Tucker. Her confused expression turns into a look of horror. She knows what I went through with Tucker. This is not happening right now, not when I need the cash. But what else can I do? I am not going over there for any amount of money.

  She nods, and then unties the black apron from around her waist, dropping it on the counter behind us. “What am I supposed to be tutoring him in?”

  “Business Law.”

  Eden frowns. “Seriously? I don’t know much about law. This should be interesting.”

  I pull her into a one-arm hug and whisper ‘thank you’ into her ear. Nervous energy floods through my veins as I stand there like a coward and watch Eden approach Tucker’s table.

  He glances up at her, his eyes lighting with realization. She was there the night we met. Eden even dated Romeo for a while, and since the president of Delta Sigma Phi is close friends with Tucker, there’s no way Tucker doesn’t know Eden.

  And now, I have to suffer in silence and wait for this torture to be over.

  Chapter Five

  Tucker

  Eden Caulfield is my tutor. Weird, considering I was expecting a girl named Sam. She takes the seat across from me, tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ears with a forced smile. Something about this situation feels off. As far as I know, she doesn’t tutor on the side. Romeo talked about her often when they were dating, but he also never mentioned anything other than the sex.

  “Sorry, I’m late,” Eden says in her singsong voice. “I had to finish my shift first.”

  “That’s okay. I didn’t know you work here.”

  She smirks. “Some of us have to work for a living. We all can’t be trust-fund babies.”

  I roll my eyes. “Like I had a choice in parents. Don’t give me that woe is me crap.”

  “Same asshole I remember,” she deadpans with a playful look on her face. “Some people never change, huh?”

  “Same player. Same game.” I wink, and she looks repulsed. “How come you told me your name’s Sam?”

  She shrugs. “It’s my middle name. I use it when I tutor cocky jocks like you.” Eden shifts her weight, crossing one leg over the other, her hands folded on the table in front of her. “So, where do you want to start?”

  Hesitant, I remove my Business Law textbook and the latest assignment from my bag on the floor and slide it across the table in her direction. Eden studies the paper first, and then glances down at the dog-eared book, flipping through the pages.

  “You know most of this is just memorization, right? If you’d take the time to read the chapter for this week, I’m sure you could answer the questions on this paper.”

  “Well, I was hoping you would help me with that,” I say, tilting my head toward the open book. “Otherwise, why am I paying you?”

  “I’m tired and have better things to do with my time, Tucker. Don’t waste it, or I’m out of here.”

  “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

  She raises an eyebrow at me. “Maybe.”

  I remove a fifty-dollar bill from my pocket and get up from the table. “For your time.” Then, I shove the book back into my bag and sling it over my shoulder staring
down at her. “As always, Eden, it’s been a pleasure.”

  The corner of her mouth turns up into a cross between a snarl and a smirk. “Good luck, Tucker. You’re gonna need it.”

  Annoyed she wasted my time, I leave Broad Street Beans in a hurry and head straight over to Greek Row. I walk into the Delta Sigma Phi chapter house without knocking. At this point, I’m pretty much an honorary brother, though I never once considered pledging the fraternity.

  A group of guys is lounging on the couches in the living room drinking cans of Bud Light.

  “Yo,” Professor says, raising his beer in the air. “Tuck’s here. Time to party.”

  I receive a similar greeting from the rest of the guys. With how much time I spend here, I could probably move in if I wanted to. But that would be a horrible idea. My grades are already shit.

  Professor lifts a beer from the table in front of him and throws it at me. Palming the aluminum can in my right hand, I shove it in my jeans pocket. I’m not about to ruin a three-hundred-dollar shirt with shitty beer. I’ll save it for later.

  “Is Romeo upstairs?” I ask, heading toward the steps.

  “Yeah, should be.” Professor sips from his beer. “Tell him to come down and chill and stop being a pussy.”

  I laugh because the thought of Romeo turning down an opportunity to drink is unusual. I’m surprised he’s not drunk already.

  Once I reach the top floor, I push open the door to Romeo’s presidential suite and climb the final set of stairs. He lives in a furnished attic that’s been converted into a bedroom with a small living room and bathroom—one of the perks of being the president of the fraternity. We’ve had our fair share of crazy parties in this room.

  Before I see him, I hear the sound of metal clanking together and a whooshing sound. Romeo’s on the floor in front of the oversized flat screen hung on the wall in his living room, leaning back in a gaming chair while tapping the buttons on a controller.

  “Mage Wars,” I say from behind him.

  “Yeah. Jamie got me hooked on this game.” He motions his head to the open chair next to him. “Grab a controller. We can do multi-player after I finish this level.”

  I remove the beer from my pocket and sit next to him, getting comfortable in the plush chair before cracking open the can. Foam spills onto my hand that I’m forced to lick off before chugging as much of the overflowing beer as I can.

  “You didn’t bring me one?” Romeo shakes his head at me, a few strands of dark hair falling into his eyes.

  “Nah. Figured you’d already be wasted by now.”

  He laughs, his gaze shifting back to the screen. He feverishly clicks buttons on the remote, now yelling at the magicians he’s fighting in the game. “Damn, this game is fucking hard.”

  “I still haven’t gotten past level twenty-five. Preston’s almost finished the game.”

  “Jamie beat it weeks ago,” he groans. “Fucking cheater.”

  Jamie’s dad is the creator of Mage Wars and owns a global gaming company. He’s a tech genius and a hardcore gamer like his dad. And unfortunately for me, Jamie still hasn’t been able to track down the IP address of the blogger who’s trying to ruin my life. He said something about the IP changing too fast for him to locate it.

  “Nah, his dad would never give him cheat codes. Uncle Jameson laughs at Preston every time he texts him for help.”

  Romeo nods. “So, what’s up?”

  Oh, right. The reason I stopped here in the first place.

  “I wanted to talk to you about your ex or whatever you wanna call her.”

  He cocks his head at me. “Eden?”

  “Yeah. She’s my tutor. Or at least she was until we got into a fight at Broad Street Beans.”

  He chuckles. “Eden isn’t a tutor.”

  “No? Well, she told me her name was Sam on Strick Net when I messaged her about her posting online.”

  Confusion scrolls across his face. “Sam is a tutor. But not Eden.”

  “Who is Sam?”

  “Her best friend.” He finishes the level and then drops the remote to the floor in front of him, glancing over at me. “You hooked up with her years ago at one of our parties.”

  I smirk. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

  His expression mirrors mine as he says, “The girl from the toga party, freshman year.”

  Freshman year feels like an eternity ago. It’s hard to keep track of all the girls I’ve met since then. But I do remember the toga party.

  “Did she have brown, curly hair and big tits?”

  “Yeah. She’s cute. Huge rack.” He holds his hands out in front of him to demonstrate. “Kinda quiet until you give her a few beers.”

  It takes me a few minutes before it sinks in. She said her name was Samantha back then. That was one of the wildest nights of my life. Sam was insatiable, so eager to fuck I couldn’t take her clothes off fast enough.

  After three beers and an hour of Samantha rubbing her pussy on my leg, I had a hard-on that would not quit. She pressed her palms to my chest, staring up at me, and licked her lips. Fuck, I wanted to shove my cock between them. I couldn’t stop thinking about her full lips and her mouth that was made to suck my cock.

  I slipped my fingers between hers and steered her through the crowded living room and to the long staircase that led to the second floor. She placed one of her long legs on the first step and held onto the railing, her eyes traveling over my body. This girl made my cock so hard I was in physical pain.

  After she attempted to take the stairs on her own, I grew impatient. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hoisted her over my shoulder, despite my drunken state, taking the steps two at a time until we were inside Romeo’s bedroom.

  Samantha sat on the mattress and spread her legs for me, pushing up the sheet to give me a nice view of her wet, white panties.

  “You’re already wet for me.” I licked my lips. “Good girl.”

  She leaned back, balancing herself on her elbows and stared up at me. “I’ve been wet since you started touching me. Do it, Tucker. Touch me.”

  I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged at her panties, inching them down her thighs. She was shaved and smooth, her juices making her slick folds glisten. My hands trailed up her thighs, and she shivered from my touch. Fuck, she smelled good, so much so I was dying to taste her.

  With her panties out of the way, I moved my hand from her thigh, my thumb now rolling over her clit. She bucked against my hand, her eyes focused on me full of hunger and greed. The desire in her eyes made me want to rip the sheet from her body like a caveman. So, I did. Using both hands, I pulled at the top of her toga, the fabric falling at her sides to reveal her naked body.

  She was gorgeous, her skin lightly tanned and silky smooth. I gripped each of her thighs with my hands and buried my head between her legs. Samantha rocked her hips when my tongue made contact with her clit and slid between her folds. I lapped up her juices, my cock growing harder each time she called out my name.

  Every time my name left her mouth, it made me want to earn her orgasm. The more I licked her pussy, the more I became consumed with her, obsessed with giving her this high. She made the sexiest sounds which sent me over the edge, further fueling my need to conquer her.

  I moved her one leg over my shoulder, so I could free my hand. Then, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked hard, pushing two fingers inside her wetness.

  “Tucker,” she purred. “Yes, just like that.”

  I glanced up at her, annoyed to see her eyes were closed. For a second, I stopped sucking her, my mouth hovering over her soaking wet pussy.

  “Look at me,” I growled, and her eyes shot open. “I want you to watch me. I want to look in your eyes and watch you come.”

  Her breathing became more erratic, and I swore a few simple words had her closer to finding her release.

  I added another finger, my pace quickening. “Come for me.”

  She moaned in response, her mouth open wide and
her eyes fixed on me. We stared at each other as I tasted every inch of her, feeling her body tighten and then tremble. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin dotting with tiny bumps of arousal. When she rocked her hips, she practically strangled me with her thighs. But it was hot. I moved my long fingers in and out, dragging them against her inner walls.

  “I’m…” Her words died off in her throat, replaced by the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. Taking a chunk of my hair in her hands, she arched her hips, screaming my name as she came for me.

  “Fuck, Samantha,” I hissed.

  I stroked her cheek with my thumb. She smiled but didn’t speak. A satisfied expression stretched across her beautiful face.

  Standing in front of her, I unfastened my toga. The material fell to the floor, and her eyes widened along with her mouth when she saw my cock. She leaned forward, her tiny hand finding my length which she stroked as her tongue met the tip. Giving me a few tentative licks, she pumped my shaft and lapped up the pre-cum from my sensitive skin, her tongue driving me fucking crazy.

  Gripping her hair in my hands, I lowered her mouth onto me inch by inch. “Suck me,” I ordered.

  She glanced up at me with her mouth full, her hand fisting the base of my cock. Her blue eyes were watery from taking so much of me at once. I gave her credit for how well she could deep throat, especially someone my size. I knew the second I looked at her she had a mouth made for sucking cock. And I was right.

  I hardly ever remembered a blow job, but this one I would never forget. She cupped my balls with her other hand. Her gentle massage combined with the heat from her mouth and her hand jerking my shaft caused my body to tremble. I was so fucking close I couldn’t believe how fast I was about to come. This was a first. Either she had me too wound up from the noises she made when I ate her pussy, or she was that fucking good.

  I cradled her head in my hands, holding on to her tightly when I came in her mouth. “Fuck…”