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Tucker

They say a smile is worth a thousand words.

Sam’s is worth every penny I spent to make her dream a reality.

We walk through a Harry Potter town called Hogsmeade, where Sam is practically glowing.

She raises her cell phone, snapping pictures and giggling excitedly.

I’ve never seen her like this, and I love it.

“Can we go inside?” Sam points at Hogwarts. “There’s a tour through the castle and a ride at the end.”

“It’s your special day.” I slide my fingers between hers and lead her toward the castle. “We can do whatever you want.”

She smiles up at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. My expression mirrors hers, and when she looks at me this way, I can’t stop smiling until my cheeks hurt. I’ve never felt this way about a girl before.

How did I not see this girl freshman year? All I could see at the time was a good blowjob and hot sex. I was an asshole to her. I took her virginity and walked away like she meant nothing to me. Because she did. And now, she means everything.

After we ride each amusement three times, we stop for a quick bite at a tavern in the park. We eat and drink and explore everything Universal Studios has to offer, and by the time the sun goes down, Sam is yawning, leaning into me for support.

“What a long day,” she says.

I hook my arm around her back and pull her closer, leading her out of the park. “You can sleep on the plane.”

She peeks up at me and yawns again. “I think I might.”

And Sam does just that. On the flight home, I glance out the window as Florida passes us. My gaze roams between Sam peacefully sleeping and the city below us. I could stare at her all day and never get bored.

Now she’s mine.

When we land, I lift Sam in my arms, and she stirs for a moment while breathing softly against my chest. Sam doesn’t open her eyes until we’re two blocks away from Strickland University. She rubs the sleep from them and sits up straight, looking confused.

“Where are we?”

“Almost at Strick U.”

She stretches her arms above her head and yawns. “I slept through the entire flight?”

I nod. “You look too cute when you sleep to bother you.”

Sam laughs. “I doubt that. Eden tells me I snore sometimes.”

“More like a purr,” I say. “But it’s cute.”

Why do I keep saying cute? Oh my God, what’s wrong with me? I never say shit like this. It’s true, though. Sam isn’t the popular girl I would typically go for. She’s the girl-next-door type, the girl you always see but never really see until you get to know her. And I’m glad I did.

We pull up out front of my house on campus, and the driver opens the door for us.

Sam looks out the window, biting her bottom lip. “Is this your house?”

“Yeah. But I can take you home.”

“No,” she says. “I want to see where you live. You said you know nothing about me, but I also know very little about you.”

“We can watch a movie in my room.” I extend my hand to her. “Trent won’t be home until tomorrow. So, we’ll have some privacy.” I can see her gulp and feel the need to add, “We can just watch the movie. I don’t have any expectations, okay?”

She presses her lips together and nods.

Most of my friends, except for Drake, are out with their girlfriends or at a party. He’s on the couch with Taylor on top of him, their lips locked and tugging at each other’s clothes. Drake and Taylor’s heads snap up as the door slams behind Sam.

“Oh, hey,” Taylor says, straightening her shirt back over her tits, using Drake’s enormous body to hide behind. “We were just…”

About to fuck?

Drake winks at me, and I smirk. One minute, Taylor acts like she likes him, and the next, he’s running after her. She wants to be friends, and then she wants to be his girl. I don’t understand their relationship. That shit would drive me crazy if Sam ever did that to me.

“We’ll be upstairs,” I say to Drake.

I lead Sam up the stairs, and she stands in the doorway, staring into my room like it’s infested.

“It’s okay,” I say. “I won’t bite.”

She pushes her hands to her hips and smiles. “What if I want you to bite me?”

I close the distance, hooking an arm around her as I kiss her neck. She tilts her head to the side and sucks in a deep breath. Taking this as a sign to keep going, I graze my teeth along her skin. Sam moans softly and tugs at my shirt with her fingers.

I drag her into the room, kicking the door shut with my foot. Pressing her back against the wall, I make my way from her neck to her mouth. She hisses when I take her bottom lip between my teeth.

“Tucker,” she whispers. “You’re such a bad boy.”

“And you’re my good girl,” I growl against her mouth before slipping my tongue inside.

She laughs between kisses. “Not when I’m with you.”

Her words stop me from going further. I peel my lips from hers and look into her eyes. “I didn’t take you to Universal just to have sex with you.” Stepping back from her, I create some distance to gauge her reaction. “I don’t want you to think that was part of my master plan.”

She reaches out for me, and I slip my fingers between hers. “I want you, Tucker. I want to show you how much.”

As I lift her, she hooks her legs around my back.

I plant soft kisses along her jaw, and our mouths meld together as I move to my bed and lower her to the mattress.

Making room for myself between her legs, I continue my slow exploration of her mouth.

Her kisses are greedy and passionate, while mine are rough and intense.

I’m like an animal, licking and sucking and biting her.

She loves it and moans my name with each tug of her flesh.

Our lips separate long enough for me to see the hunger in her eyes.

She lifts her hips, and her shirt slides up her stomach.

I slide my hand along her smooth skin and inch up her tits.

My cock is rock hard, poking her inner thigh.

It’s almost painful to maintain this pace when I want to be inside her so fucking badly.

Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I squeeze the tiny bud. She squeals as if this simple touch has caused her entire body to come alive.

“Tucker,” she whines. “Stop torturing me.”

A ghost of a smirk crosses my lips. She shakes her head at me, pure ecstasy mixed with sexual frustration written on her face.

After sucking on her nipples, I kiss my way down her stomach and flick open the button of her jeans. I sit up long enough to pull them down her thighs with her panties. My cock presses against my jeans, the friction becoming too painful to stand.

I lean forward and drag my finger along her slit, pushing two fingers inside her to test her slickness. She smells so good I want to lick every inch of her. Her eyes close as she raises her hips to push my fingers deeper.

“I take that back,” I say, dipping my head between her thighs to lick her clit. “You’re a bad girl.”

She opens her eyes to watch me, a smile on her lips. Her moans become screams loud enough to wake everyone a block over on Greek Row. Sam puts on a show by gripping my hair between her fingers and screaming my name like a porn star.

It’s always the shy, quiet types who surprise you.

After she comes, I quickly strip off my clothes and roll a condom down my length.

Her eyes widen as I do this, and she licks her lips.

Sam moans in my ear as I rest my elbows on both sides of her head, taking it slow enough to kiss her.

Her nails dig into my back and drag along my skin as I quicken my pace.

The first time we were together, I fucked her like a puck bunny.

Now, she’s my girlfriend.

It’s different this time.

I want to satisfy her every need.

“You won’t break me,” Sam mutters against my lips.

Giving her what she wants, I move harder and faster, ripping a few screams from her lips.

Gripping her hips, I claim every inch of her body, her pussy tightening around my cock.

She’s so close I feel it, like a balloon about to pop.

Knowing how close she is, I chase her orgasm, wanting to make her come again.

She does.

And it’s beautiful.

Her body tenses before it relaxes, and once she fully lets go, her body trembles with each thrust of my cock. Sam has a sexy glare in her eyes as she’s just come down from her high. I ride her high, mine right behind hers, consumed by the orgasm commanding control of my body.

I kiss her lips before rolling onto the bed, glistening in sweat. With her hair wild and cheeks flushed, she’s incredible, the only girl who has ever made me feel this way. I’m not sure if it’s love. My feelings for Sam are so strong but unfamiliar.

Sam curls up next to me, her sweat-slick skin pressed against mine, her face buried in the crook of my neck. “That was even better than I remember.”

I’m at a loss for words.

I’ve never felt like this after sex.

A sudden calmness washes over me for the first time in my life. Sam puts me at ease, making it easy for me to fall for her.