Now it was her turn to make him feel good.

TUCKER DREW IN A BREATH, THEN HELD IT AS AUBRY wrapped her lips around his cock, drawing his shaft into her warm, wet mouth.

He shuddered as he watched his cock disappear between her lips. It was like a large piece of heaven wrapped around his dick. Or maybe the sweet fires of hell. He couldn’t be sure, but right now he didn’t care. All he knew was it felt really damn good to have her mouth around him—to see her swirling her tongue over the crest, then engulfing his cock to the hilt. His balls throbbed as he fought to keep from thrusting as hard as he could into the soft cavern of her throat.

Instead, he eased in and out, watching her cheeks hollow as she took him deep.

She made him shudder as she pulled away, then wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock. She gripped him at the base, stroking him as she bathed his shaft in sweet, hot licks that made his balls quiver.

And when she tilted her head back, met his gaze and put her mouth around his cock again, each inch of his shaft disappearing slowly between her lips, he nearly lost it right then.

He let out a low groan.

“You’re killing me,” he said. “And you’re gonna make me come.”

Her only response was a satisfied hum against his cock, which only made it worse. Or better, he supposed, because it felt really damn good.

He slid his hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place as he thrust deep, then withdrew. She gave him hard suction, clamping her lips tight together, squeezing the head of his dick against the roof of her mouth until he was ready to explode into her hot, wet mouth.

“I’m gonna come, Aubry. Right now.”

She didn’t back away, instead leaned in and took his cock fully into her mouth. When his cockhead hit her throat and she swallowed, squeezing him, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

His entire body shuddered as he climaxed, a jettison of hot come spurting along her soft tongue. Aubry’s throat worked to take it in, and he watched her swallow while he convulsed with pleasure until he was shaking with it.

Spent, he reached down to pull her up from the floor, then took her mouth in a kiss that tasted of him. She wound her tongue around his, her soft moans making him twitch despite the blistering orgasm she’d just given him.

Now it was time to give her a little taste of what she’d done for him. He bent and pulled her underwear down, then put his mouth on her.

She hummed in satisfaction as he rolled his tongue over her sex.

“Oh, yes, Tucker. Right there. I woke up so hot this morning. I’m so ready to come.”

He loved hearing her say that, loved knowing she’d woken up aroused and ready for sex. He found the spot that made her moan and kept his tongue there, pressing in, giving her what she needed. He added his fingers, sliding them inside of her, pumping her, fucking her, listening to her cries of pleasure as she came apart for him.

There was nothing sweeter than having her come for him, to taste her as she trembled against him. He got up and kissed her, held her while she shuddered through the aftershocks until she settled.

She laid her head on his shoulder. “Now I’m hungry.”

He laughed. “Let’s go take a shower, then we’ll get some breakfast.”

They cleaned up and headed out to a restaurant to eat.

“When’s your next game?” she asked as she dove into some oatmeal and fruit.

“Tonight.”

Her eyes widened. “Am I keeping you from getting to the ballpark?”

“No. I don’t head over until this afternoon.”

“Okay.”

“How about you? When do you work?”

“I have a shift tonight.”

“Now it’s my turn to ask if I’m keeping you from work.”

She laughed. “Trust me. Nothing keeps me from work or I get in trouble. I report at three.”

“Okay. Thanks for spending the night with me.”

“I enjoyed it. But, you know, we can’t make a habit of it.”

Interesting thing for her to say. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She shrugged and finished her glass of juice. “You’re busy. I’m busy. It’s that whole career thing.”

He leaned back in the booth. “We’ve managed just fine so far, haven’t we? You haven’t missed work yet, have you?”

“No.”

“And I haven’t missed a game. So we’re doing okay, aren’t we?”

“I guess so.”

He studied her. “Unless that’s your polite way of saying you’d like to dump me.”