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Tucker laid me down on his bed, and when he straightened<br />
up again, he pulled my sweater over my head. When he climbed on<br />
top of me, I found the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up until he<br />
pulled it the rest of the way himself. He tossed it to the floor with<br />
mine.<br />
My hands roved down his chest and onto his sides until they<br />
felt a scratchy, raised area. In the dark, I couldn’t see what I was<br />
feeling. “Tucker, what’s this?” I asked.<br />
“It’s nothing,” he breathed into my ear, his hips already<br />
pressing against mine.<br />
“No, really, are you okay?” I asked.<br />
He pulled back. “Yeah, I’m fine. I caught myself on a shelf<br />
at the shop a few days ago. Just a scratch.”<br />
I moved my fingers away and focused on his shoulders<br />
instead.<br />
We shed the rest of our clothing and Tucker slid into me. But<br />
the way his hips rocked was different. Just like the assertive way<br />
he’d initiated this, he was moving with a confidence, with<br />
knowledge. His motions were fluid like this was what he’d been<br />
born to do. <strong>The</strong>n, he started to thrust at a different angle, and he<br />
started hitting something he’d never touched before. This incredible<br />
pleasure spread through my hips and legs until it engulfed my whole<br />
body. I could barely move or breathe it felt so incredible. I didn’t<br />
know where he learned to do that, but I didn’t care; I wasn’t<br />
thinking. I was just feeling. His hips pumped faster and faster until<br />
I was moaning like a porn star.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n his angle changed again. And this time it wasn’t so fun.<br />
His movements felt like they were tearing up my insides. Pain shot<br />
through my body instead of pleasure.<br />
“Ow, hey, easy!” I said.<br />
He didn’t slow down. Little grunts of pleasure were dripping<br />
from his mouth and his body was damp with perspiration. Fear laced<br />
with the pain that was running through my nerves and I started to<br />
push at his chest.<br />
“Tucker! You’re hurting me!” I cried. “Stop it!”<br />
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