by S. M. Shade
He pulls my legs apart and a second later his tongue is on me with no warning. He’s gentle, and the soft sucking licks send me stampeding toward an orgasm. My eyes fall shut and I raise my hips, pressing his face harder against me.
“Ah, not yet,” he murmurs, grabbing the vibe and sliding one end inside me. It’s bent to the perfect angle to rest against my g-spot and I groan at the sensation. Gently, he bends the vibrator until the other end rests on my clit.
Oh god. I don’t know if I can handle this.
“Now, I’d say three is a good number,” he says, reaching up to caress my breasts. His fingers roll and pull at my nipples until they’re hard as glass.
“Good number for what?” I ask, shifting around, trying to get some friction.
His smile is devilish as he replies, “Three orgasms before I turn it off.” With those words, he flips on the vibrator and my hips jerk off the hay.
“Oh!” It’s powerful, and it’s buzzing against my g-spot and clit simultaneously. “I’m going to come!” I cry.
“Three times,” he agrees.
No. No, no. I can’t
Stars explode behind my eyes and my body transforms into pure sensation and pleasure. When the orgasm fades, the buzzing doesn’t stop. What felt so good is now torture. It isn’t painful, but it’s pure torment, constant stimulation that makes me buck and squirm.
“Turn it off! I can’t! Fuck!”
Tucker sits back on his heels and watches me, a calm smile on his face. “I’ll turn it off. After two more.”
“I can’t…can’t come again,” I gasp.
“Then we’re in for a long night.”
Slowly, he takes his clothes off, never taking his eyes off of me as I fight and curse him. Pressing my legs together doesn’t help, and I almost flip over from trying to knock the vibe loose.
Naked, he kneels down and grabs my ankles, holding me still. Heat rushes over me, telling me I’m close to coming again. I don’t want to. I can’t imagine how this will feel after another orgasm when he won’t turn the damn thing off.
His eyes are dark with lust as he warns me, “You flip over and I’ll plug that little ass too. Stop fighting it.”
My ability to fight it is waning and I’m struck by another orgasm that pulses through me in long waves.
As soon as it fades, I jerk against the ties holding my hands. “No, no more, I can’t.” The words are barely out of my mouth when I’m seized by another one that makes the last two seem like a tickle.
My body shakes and trembles, and I scream Tucker’s name as I’m battered by the intense pleasure. My mind finally clears and I realize he’s shut off the vibe.
“God. That was…that was…”
I don’t even have a word for it.
Amazing
Mind-blowing
Torturous in the best possible way.
My hands are still tied as he crawls up and lies on top of me. He rains kisses and caresses down on me, loving me.
“Untie me,” I murmur, after he kisses me.
“You seem to have forgotten who is in charge here,” he teases. “I’m not finished with you.”
He rolls me over, plumping up the edge of the pile of hay so my legs hang over and my ass is in the air. “Tucker,” I whimper, when his finger brushes between my cheeks.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass this time. It takes a little preparation to work up to that.”
“I didn’t mean it,” I reply, and he laughs.
“You mean you didn’t think I’d read it.”
“That too.”
I hear him flip open the lube. “Still, I’d hate to disappoint Laura without giving her a little taste of what it’s like.” He uses the name of the character I wrote and I groan, hiding my face.
He leans over my back and his deep voice is in my ear. “No one has ever touched you here, have they?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Relax,” he murmurs, running his left hand down my spine.
How am I supposed to relax when he’s going to stick…oh fuck! The tip of his lubed finger slips inside me, and I wriggle.
“No getting away, sweetheart.” The pressure in my ass increases and I groan. “You feel that?”
When I don’t answer, he pulls out his index finger and replaces it with his middle one. “How about that?”
“Yes…ah…Tucker.” I’m not sure how I feel about it. Embarrassed—that goes without saying—but I’m not sure whether I like it or hate it. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels…full.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass one day soon, Leah. But for now, I’ll settle for plugging it while I fuck you.”
Plugging? What?
My eyes widen when I turn back to see he has produced another toy. A small butt plug. Well, I’m sure it’s considered small, but it’s thicker than his finger. He removes his finger and slips in the plug, wiggling it when it meets resistance.
“Relax, let it happen, beautiful.”
A little yelp escapes me when the plug slides into place and I grit my teeth against the burn. His fingers slide inside me and he chuckles, “Soaking wet. I think you like this, Leah.”
My face burns, but I don’t reply. I’m lying on a pile of hay, naked, tied to a beam with a butt plug in my ass. And I fucking love it.
“If it gets too rough, all you have to do is tell me to stop.” His hands caress my ass, pulling me back a little more. “Tell me you understand, Leah, because I’m about to fuck you really hard.”
My insides clench at his words and I groan as it makes the plug in my ass feel bigger. “I understand.”
He plunges completely into me and holds himself there, a curse falling from his lips. I feel stuffed, crammed full of him. The plug in my ass and his cock buried deep is a completely new sensation for me.
It wasn’t an empty threat. He pulls back and slams into me, and I cry out. His hands clamp onto my hips and he stops holding back, fucking me at an unbelievable pace. All I can do is hold onto the material tethering me to the wall and take it.
Minus the butt plug, this is right out of my book. This is how I wanted him, unleashed, rough, raw and merciless. After three orgasms, I’d bet everything I own I can’t have another, but I’m wrong.
I’m close when he changes pace, pulling out slow and slamming in hard. He slides the butt plug almost completely out, then shoves it in again at the same time he thrusts into me, and I convulse around him. I can feel it everywhere, and it’s indescribable. I sob his name, and he pulls out, jerks off the condom, and comes across my back.
He carefully removes the plug, and I breathe a sigh of relief at its absence. After a few seconds, he unties my hands and I turn onto my side, curling up. He stretches out beside me, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Leah?” he whispers.
“You’re not reading any more of my books,” I announce.
He pulls me close to him, and I lay my head on his chest. “And here I was thinking I could help you with the dirty stuff.”
I peek up at him, my curiosity winning out. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
His laughter echoes around the barn.
Epilogue
Tucker
Today is the day.
Leah was a little hesitant to marry so quickly, not because she had doubts, but because a wedding generally takes months of planning. Unlike most women, this isn’t a day she thought about her whole life.
“I don’t want anything big,” she told me. “I never dreamed about my wedding. I dreamed about the life I’d have with my husband. Let’s just elope.”
We went back and forth for a while until I suggested she leave the whole thing to me. Her eyebrows climbed her forehead and she snorted out a laugh. “You’re going to plan our wedding?”
“Down to the smallest detail.”
“Okay, then. The only thing I want is for Derek to give me away.”
Then she kissed me and the subject was dropped.
She trusts me with a weddin
g. There’s that naïve innocence I love so much.
After Dare, Landon, and Justus got married the way they did, she should know I’m going to have to top them. She was the one that mentioned that in the first place right after I proposed, but then it was like she just wanted to get the wedding over with so we can settle down together.
I want that too, but from the moment I asked her, I had something in mind. I planned the whole thing in secret, and she’s happy to let me surprise her. The only thing she had to do was get her dress.
I can’t wait to see her in it.
I can’t wait to see her face when she realizes what we’re going to do. Ayda has been a life saver, and Dare has pulled some strings as well. So when I show up at the airplane hangar, everything is ready.
She wanted small, and she’s getting it. The only guests are our close friends and everyone is in the wedding as a bridesmaid or groomsman. Since neither of us wanted to choose between our friends, we didn’t choose a best man or maid of honor.
As I stand in the hangar, surrounded by white and gold decorations and waiting for Leah to arrive in her dress, an unexpected guest shows up.
I sent the invitation, but I never dreamed she’d come.
Her hair is a darker color. She must’ve started dying it since I last saw her, over five years ago, but she smells the same when she pulls me into her arms. “Tucker,” she sobs.
“Mom, I didn’t think you’d come.” When she releases me, I look behind her, and she shakes her head.
“Your father didn’t come with me. I-I probably shouldn’t be telling you this on your wedding day, but I’ve left him.”
It’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time. My father never treated her right. She was always just another trophy, another achievement under his belt. “Are you kidding? You always deserved better than him.” We walk over and sit in the folding chairs. “Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?”
Smiling, she shakes her head. “I’m doing just fine. I took the house and car in the divorce, plus half his pension. With my own retirement fund, I’m very comfortable.”
Her eyes fill with tears as she looks at me. “I’m so sorry, Tuck. I should never have let him keep me from seeing you. I thought about you every day.”
I take her hand. “I understand. He controlled everything. You weren’t in a position to argue. I’m just glad you’re here now. I can’t wait for you to meet Leah. You’re going to love her.”
At that moment, Leah walks in, along with Ayda, Sadie, and Zoe.
Fuck. Me.
That dress.
It’s white, but that’s the only thing traditional about it. Tiny spaghetti straps hold it up and her cleavage is on view. The form fitting skirt stops at the top of her thighs, turning into some sheer material that makes her legs look amazing. It’s risqué, but not slutty, beautiful, but not girly.
It’s Leah.
With a chuckle, Mom reaches over and pushes my jaw shut. “She’s gorgeous, Tucker,” she whispers.
Getting to my feet, I rush over to her and grab her lips with mine. She grins against my mouth, and Sadie pulls me back, exclaiming, “Hey! You’ll get to that part! Do you have any idea how long it took to find the perfect lipstick?”
I step back, and she smiles up at me. “You clean up real well.”
“You look beautiful.”
She glances around. “Not the first place I would’ve thought of for a wedding. I didn’t know you were into planes.”
Swallowing my smile, I shrug. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” I take her hand and we walk over to my mother. “Mom, this is Leah, Leah, this is my mom, Terry.”
Leah’s smile reaches from ear to ear. “I’m so happy you’re here. Tucker has told me so many wonderful things about you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mom replies, hugging her. “I hope we’ll get to know each other well.”
“I’d like that.”
The officiant enters dressed in a pilot’s uniform and Leah giggles. “I let your son plan the wedding.”
“I can see that,” Mom replies. “He’s always wanted to do this.”
Leah looks a little confused and I need to get her away before Mom tells her what’s going on. I should’ve known she’d figure it out. Our friends know, but they’re keeping it quiet.
The ceremony is short and we use the traditional vows, omitting the obey part because we both know Leah is not one to be told what to do. After the pilot pronounces us man and wife, and everyone cheers, he leads us to the small airplane parked nearby.
“We’re going up?” Leah says with a grin.
“And coming down,” I add as two men approach us wearing parachutes.
Her eyes widen and she’s speechless as we’re led onto the plane and strapped in.
“Are we seriously going to jump out of a plane?” she squeaks once we’ve taken off.
“Well, technically, they’re going to jump while we’re harnessed to them,” I reply, gesturing to the two instructors, who laugh. I look her in the eye and grin. “Unless you’re too scared. Then we can have them land the plane and take the walk of shame past all our friends.”
Her glare could puncture a hole in the side of the plane, but she doesn’t back down. Shrugging, she says, “You’re the one most likely to break a hip, old man.”
The pilot lets the instructors know it’s time and we’re harnessed to their chests. I can’t resist getting out my phone and taking a quick picture of Leah standing there in her wedding dress, looking like she’s planning my violent death.
“Okay, the bride goes first,” the instructor announces and they move to the open hatch.
“Love you, sweetheart,” I call, giving her a wink.
Before she can reply, the instructor has taken the leap. Even with the wind in my ears and the roar of the plane I hear her.
“I haaaattteeee yooouuuu, Tuuuuuccker.”
Her voice fades, and I laugh. I knew she’d never agree to this if I asked, but she also wasn’t about to back down.
Fuck, I love this woman.
The instructor laughs. “It’s not looking good for the honeymoon.”
“Every day will be our honeymoon.”
The End
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Acknowledgements
Whew, Tucker was one stubborn SOB to write about, which is why this book took about a month longer to finish than I anticipated. I want to say thank you to all the readers who have waited so patiently for his story, and I hope I do the surly bastard justice.
Thank you, my wonderful betas, Lissa Jay, Chantal Baxendale, Amanda Munson, and Kim Ginsberg, for pointing out my mistakes and making me look smarter than I am. As always, you ladies did a fantastic job.
The gorgeous cover was made by Ally Hastings, who can always hunt up the perfect hunk. She really nailed it this time. (Have you seen those eyes?)
To the members of the S.M. Shade Book Group, thanks for loving my books and fighting over my fictional characters to a magnificently insane degree. I love every second of reading those posts.
Last, but certainly not least, thanks to all the book bloggers, page owners, and group owners who work tirelessly to help me and so many other authors get their stories out there. We couldn’t do any of this without you.
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