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Tucker

Eden Caulfield is my tutor. It’s weird, considering I was expecting a girl named Sam.

She sits 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 nothing 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 worked 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 of parents. Don’t give me that woe-is-me crap.”

“Same asshole I remember,” she deadpans with a playful look. “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 before 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 first studies the paper, 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 at her. “As always, Eden, it’s been a pleasure.”

Her lips form something between a snarl and a smirk. “Good luck, Tucker. You will need it.”

Annoyed she wasted my time, I leave Broad Street Beans and head straight to Greek Row. I walk into the Delta Sigma Phi chapter house without knocking. I’m an honorary brother, though I never considered pledging the fraternity.

A group of guys are lounging on the living room couches, drinking Bud Light cans.

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

I received 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 and throws it at me. Palming the aluminum can in my right hand, I shove it into 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 open the presidential suite door and climb the stairs. He lives in a furnished attic converted into a small apartment. We’ve had our fair share of crazy parties in this room.

Before I see him, I hear 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 beside 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 overflowing beer as possible.

His gaze shifts back to the screen. He feverishly clicks buttons on the remote, 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.

Unfortunately for me, Jamie still hasn’t been able to track down the IP address of the blogger 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.

“I wanted to talk to you about your ex or whatever you want to 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.”

“She told me her name was Sam on Strick Net.”

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

“Who is Sam?”

“Eden’s best friend.” He finishes the level and then drops the remote to the floor, glancing at me. “You hooked up with her at one of our parties years ago.”

I smirk. “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 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. “Kinda quiet until you give her a few beers.”

It sinks in after a few minutes. Back then, she went by Samantha. 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 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.

I slipped my fingers between hers and steered her through the crowded living room to the long staircase 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.

I grew impatient after she attempted to take the stairs on her own. 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 delightful 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 at me. “Touch me, Tucker.”

I dropped to my knees and tugged at her panties, inching them down her thighs. 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 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. I pulled at the top of her toga, revealing her naked body.

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

Whenever my name left her mouth, I wanted 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 wide and her eyes fixed on me.

We stared at each other as I tasted every inch of her, feeling her body tighten and tremble.

Her cheeks flushed, her skin dotted 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, 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 and stroked my shaft as her tongue met the tip.

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, 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 I would never forget this one.

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, holding her tightly when I came in her mouth. “Fuck…”

She swallowed and then rolled her tongue across her lips. Holding my hand for her to take, I lifted her from the bed. Her lips crashed against mine, our tongues working in harmony.

When I kissed her, I lost myself. She consumed me to the brink of madness. I couldn’t get enough of her.

After I peeled my lips from hers, I bent down to suck on her nipple, taking it between my teeth and nibbling on it while massaging her other breast. Her tits were big and fit in my hands perfectly. A soft moan escaped her lips when I tugged harder, ripping at her delicate flesh.

“Turn around,” I growled.

My cock was hard again, and all I could think about was burying it inside her.

With her back facing me, I pressed my palm to her skin and bent her over the bed.

She moved her elbows to the mattress with her ass up.

Glancing over her shoulder at me, she watched me roll the condom down my length and let out a painful moan when I thrust into her, filling her at once.

She screamed from my cock tearing through her inner walls, giving her no time to prepare for my size. I wanted to fuck until I rubbed her pussy raw.

I ran my hand over her ass in a circular motion and then gripped her hips firmly enough to leave a mark.

She felt amazing, soaking wet and tight.

It was like fucking a virgin, and for a split second, I wondered if she was, though I hoped she wasn’t.

Taking someone’s virginity was a responsibility, one I didn’t want.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes, yes…”

“That’s it.” I moved one hand to her hair to grip her locks between my fingers, tugging hard enough to force her to look up at me. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”

And she did. As if my command was enough, she tightened her hold on me.

Her pussy milked my cock, squeezing me in a vise as her orgasm rocked her body.

She trembled beneath me, her pleasure hitting her in waves, which helped to speed up my own.

Not long after she came, I collapsed on top of her, my cock pulsing one last time before I pulled out of her.

She hit the mattress with a loud sigh and rolled over. “Wow! That was…” Samantha was so out of breath she couldn’t finish her train of thought.

I dropped to the bed next to her and smirked. “Glad you’re satisfied.”

“More than satisfied,” she whispered. “I think you broke me.”

She closed her eyes for a second, a smile on her lips.

Being with Samantha was one highlight of my sex life, too. But I wasn’t about to confess that to her. Her lips, that mouth, her tight pussy, she was perfect, as if made for me.

Samantha moved her hands behind her head and looked at me as if trying to extract all my secrets. Something about the way she stared at me freaked me out. And then I felt the need to be as far away from her as possible. Intimacy was acceptable, but I disconnected once I came down from my high.

I didn’t like commitment.

My relationships lasted one night. Nothing more. I never made promises, apart from making them come and sending them home with a smile on their face.

“I don’t do relationships,” I confessed to clear the air.

She pulled her eyes from mine, her smile slowly turning into a frown. Fuck, I didn’t mean to upset her, but I wanted to make it clear. Hockey came first.

“It’s all good,” she said after a long pause. “Me neither.” Samantha sat up and leaned forward to retrieve the sheet from the floor along with her thong. “I’m kinda busy with school, so don’t worry. This was fun.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

A small part of me wanted to ask for her number in case I wanted to see her again. But that was the strange thing about how I felt at the moment.

“I remember her,” I tell Romeo. “Best blow job I’ve ever had.”

He winks. “You never forget the good ones.”

“Sam works with Eden, you know… at Broad Street Beans.”

“Really?”

He nods. “They work a lot of the same shifts.”

She must have watched me walk into the coffee shop and sent Eden in her place.

But why?

We had a good time that night. She knew the deal and was okay with one night of sex. Now, I need to find out why she’s avoiding me.