and he takes another step so I can feel his chest against my back. He isn’t mad anymore, just amused, his eyes alight with challenge.
“I’m gonna get you back for that, you know,” he murmurs into my ear.
I shrug. Any time he wants to strip down for me is just fine.
But then I feel his fingertips ghosting along my sides, and I suck in a sharp breath. We are deep enough that the water comes up to my chest, and it’s dark enough that it hides everything below it. I can’t help it, his touch makes me lean back into him until I am flush against him.
“You see what you’ve done?” he asks, hands banding around my waist as he presses the conspicuous evidence of his desire against my ass.
I nod, pushing my thighs together as I arch into him just a little bit more.
He walks us slowly and casually back away from the crowd until he is leaning against the now empty dock, his fingers caressing all the while. I just let him. I have no witty words or snarky quips to shoot his way, not when he’s touching me like this.
“You tease me, now I’m going to tease you.” His voice grows deeper with each word.
I trace my nails gently over the back of his hands, and he takes it as encouragement. He slips a finger into the waistband of my boy-cut underwear, and just slides it tauntingly back and forth, back and forth.
I gasp in a breath, waiting to see how far he will go. His other hand explores, roaming around my hip and then to my ass, his fingers digging softly into my flesh. My head lolls against his shoulder and I feel his chest rise with his sharp inhale.
“You like that, Princess?”
I don’t want to admit that I do, because I don’t want to be the one to lose this challenge. But more than that—more than anything —I don’t want him to stop. So I nod.
Tucker lets out a soft growl from the back of his throat, and then his fingers dip slowly into my underwear.
“Tuck,” I sigh.
His head drops over my shoulder and he kisses my throat. “I said I was going to tease you, not make you feel good,” he whispers. “But fuck, Princess, when you say my name like that…” He trails off, but his fingers start stroking me, and I whimper.
He takes me higher and higher, my hips moving with his hand, my ass grinding into his steel erection, and his breathing races mine. He pushes his hand farther down until he thrusts one, then two fingers inside me, the heel of his hand rubbing purposefully, his rhythm making me gasp for air.
Tucker whispers dirty little things about my body and what it inspires in him, how jealous his dick is of his fingers right now, how he wishes he could do the same thing with his tongue.
And then he takes me over the edge, right there in the lake, our friends no more than fifty yards away. I bite my lip so hard I almost draw blood to keep from crying out, my nails digging into his flexing forearms.
It takes several moments for me to return to earth as Tucker’s hand slows and eventually withdraws. He traces his fingers over my belly and around my navel as I try to catch my breath.
“Now I’m never going to be able to leave this lake,” he says with a laugh.
“Hmm…?”
Tucker answers by grinding his raging arousal against my ass again.
“I came back into the lake to wait for it to go down, and to get you back for getting me riled up in the first place.” He laughs. “And now I’m going to have to spend the night in this fucking lake.”
Or…I could return the favor , I think to myself.
I suck in a deep, courage-mustering breath.
I reach behind me and let the tips of my still-tingling fingers graze over his thigh, dipping under the hem of his boxer briefs. Tucker stops breathing behind me. I turn my head, and my lips reach up to the base of his throat, just softly brushing his skin. His Adam’s apple rolls under my lips with his thick swallow and his hands grip my sides.
I don’t dare turn to face him. If anyone looks over and actually manages to make us out through the
“I’m gonna get you back for that, you know,” he murmurs into my ear.
I shrug. Any time he wants to strip down for me is just fine.
But then I feel his fingertips ghosting along my sides, and I suck in a sharp breath. We are deep enough that the water comes up to my chest, and it’s dark enough that it hides everything below it. I can’t help it, his touch makes me lean back into him until I am flush against him.
“You see what you’ve done?” he asks, hands banding around my waist as he presses the conspicuous evidence of his desire against my ass.
I nod, pushing my thighs together as I arch into him just a little bit more.
He walks us slowly and casually back away from the crowd until he is leaning against the now empty dock, his fingers caressing all the while. I just let him. I have no witty words or snarky quips to shoot his way, not when he’s touching me like this.
“You tease me, now I’m going to tease you.” His voice grows deeper with each word.
I trace my nails gently over the back of his hands, and he takes it as encouragement. He slips a finger into the waistband of my boy-cut underwear, and just slides it tauntingly back and forth, back and forth.
I gasp in a breath, waiting to see how far he will go. His other hand explores, roaming around my hip and then to my ass, his fingers digging softly into my flesh. My head lolls against his shoulder and I feel his chest rise with his sharp inhale.
“You like that, Princess?”
I don’t want to admit that I do, because I don’t want to be the one to lose this challenge. But more than that—more than anything —I don’t want him to stop. So I nod.
Tucker lets out a soft growl from the back of his throat, and then his fingers dip slowly into my underwear.
“Tuck,” I sigh.
His head drops over my shoulder and he kisses my throat. “I said I was going to tease you, not make you feel good,” he whispers. “But fuck, Princess, when you say my name like that…” He trails off, but his fingers start stroking me, and I whimper.
He takes me higher and higher, my hips moving with his hand, my ass grinding into his steel erection, and his breathing races mine. He pushes his hand farther down until he thrusts one, then two fingers inside me, the heel of his hand rubbing purposefully, his rhythm making me gasp for air.
Tucker whispers dirty little things about my body and what it inspires in him, how jealous his dick is of his fingers right now, how he wishes he could do the same thing with his tongue.
And then he takes me over the edge, right there in the lake, our friends no more than fifty yards away. I bite my lip so hard I almost draw blood to keep from crying out, my nails digging into his flexing forearms.
It takes several moments for me to return to earth as Tucker’s hand slows and eventually withdraws. He traces his fingers over my belly and around my navel as I try to catch my breath.
“Now I’m never going to be able to leave this lake,” he says with a laugh.
“Hmm…?”
Tucker answers by grinding his raging arousal against my ass again.
“I came back into the lake to wait for it to go down, and to get you back for getting me riled up in the first place.” He laughs. “And now I’m going to have to spend the night in this fucking lake.”
Or…I could return the favor , I think to myself.
I suck in a deep, courage-mustering breath.
I reach behind me and let the tips of my still-tingling fingers graze over his thigh, dipping under the hem of his boxer briefs. Tucker stops breathing behind me. I turn my head, and my lips reach up to the base of his throat, just softly brushing his skin. His Adam’s apple rolls under my lips with his thick swallow and his hands grip my sides.
I don’t dare turn to face him. If anyone looks over and actually manages to make us out through the
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