She ran her fingers along his shaft—or the part of it that was exposed through his open fly, anyway—and damn if her concentration, the way her gaze followed the action, the way her teeth dug into her bottom lip, wasn’t a serious fucking turn-on. Her index finger traveled north a little, hooking into the waistband of his briefs and tugging, dragging the fabric down.

All the way down.

Tucker groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as his erection sprang out, the sudden sensation of freedom walking that fine line between pleasure and pain.

“Mmm,” she hummed. Tucker opened his eyes in time to see her staring intently at his dick. “It’s so beautiful.” Her voice was hushed as she glanced up at him, reverent, almost, like she was looking upon a magnificent work of art.

Nobody had ever called his cock beautiful before, and he’d certainly never thought of it as such. Most women just went with huge. Some had even been a little intimidated. But he was a big guy, so it was hardly surprising that he was anatomically proportionate.

To him, it was just…functional. Ugly functional in the way all genitals were but functional nonetheless. Not to Della, though, clearly. She was staring at it like it was a beribboned maypole, and for excruciating moments he wondered if she was just going to keep looking at it until he came. Which, right now, was an absolute possibility.

She didn’t, though. Her fingers slid onto his engorged flesh. Tucker’s pulse spiked, the muscles in his belly jumped, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Her touch was both balm and stimulus as she wrapped her fingers around him mid-shaft. Tucker’s quads went weak, and he groaned again as she fisted him all the way down to his root and all the way up to his crown before returning to the middle again.

Her eyes flicked to his. “I don’t want you holding back from me.”

If she thought he’d be able to hold back once she wrapped her lips around him, then she totally misunderstood the depth of his desire. “I don’t think that’s going to be possible,” Tucker said, a strangled kind of grunt sliding from his throat as he fought the primal urge to pump into her hand. “I should warn you, I don’t think I’ll last very long, though.”

“Good,” she said with a smile. “I want to watch you lose control.”

She returned her attention to his dick, buzzing her lips against the engorged crown, and Tucker grunted as forks of lightning lit up the nerve endings from the base of his cock all the way through to the base of his spine like tiny little tributaries of white-hot pleasure. And then her tongue slicked across, too, and Tucker thanked God the wall was nearby as he reached for it, extending his arm and flattening his palm for purchase.

Which was timely, given her next move was parting her lips and slipping them over the taut, flushed crown, taking it into her mouth. “Oh fuuuuuck.”