The One Place

by Laurel Curtis

  I didn’t snap out of my stupor until I put the first bite in my mouth.

  “This is really good. And the pasta is cooked perfectly.”

  He nodded and muttered, “Thanks.”

  I thought about it and decided that there was no reason to hold back now, when I hadn’t ever done it before. “You timed the pasta perfectly even though you were fully immersed in other activities. Seems like maybe you’ve had some practice.”

  Tuck set his fork down on his plate and looked me right in the eyes. “Let’s get this straight right now, Babe. I’ve kissed and fucked my fair share of women. And I’ve been cookin’ since I was fifteen. So there is a certain amount of knowledge of timing in there. But I haven’t ever brought a woman to my house and cooked for her. And I haven’t ever kissed a woman the way I kiss you. I imagine that when we get to the fuckin’, that won’t be the same either.”

  Geez. He was definitely forthright. I liked that. I didn’t like to beat around the bush either.

  I just nodded and said, “Okay.”

  We finished the meal in silence. You would think that after our confrontation it might have been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was really comfortable, like always. Like we did this every night of our lives and we had never known another life. Like he hadn’t been abandoned by his whole family one way or another and I hadn’t spent a year of my life living with a man against my will.

  When we had carried our dishes into the kitchen and Tuck was cleaning up, I decided maybe I needed to apologize. “Tuck, I’m sorry. You cooked an amazing dinner and that kiss...well, it was the best kiss-”

  “Stop, Talie.” He turned from the sink and looked at me. “You don’t need to apologize, ok? I know you didn’t mean anythin’ by it. You just don’t know me yet. But you will, Babe. You’re gonna know me better than anyone.” He turned back and went back to rinsing all of the dishes off and putting them in the dishwasher.

  God. As much as I was scared to admit it, I wanted that. I wanted to know him better than anyone. I wanted to be the one he told his secrets. I was coming to find out that I wanted that desperately.

  Not having a reason for doing it (and maybe the reason was that I didn’t have a reason not to do it) I went to him. When I reached him I put my hands on his back and I felt him still. I kept moving. I let my hands slide down his back and then around his sides until they came to rest on his stomach. I leaned in, placed a kiss to his back and then laid the side of my head there.

  He rinsed off his hands, dried them on the towel next to the sink, and then laced his fingers of both hands with mine. He paused for several seconds, and it seemed like he was taking it in and soaking it up. Finally, he moved, and when he did he brought my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my palm.

  He didn’t say a word as he took me by the hand and pulled me out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up the stairs. We turned left at the top and headed to an open door at the end of the hallway. He went straight through the door and pulled me into his bedroom behind him. He lifted me at the hips and set me in the bed. I got up on my elbows and watched as he reached down and pulled off my shoes and then stood up and kicked off his boots. He put a knee to the bed and climbed in so he was half on me, half on the bed. His body felt so hard and warm over me and I thought for a minute that I might pass out. It wasn’t that we hadn’t been more intimate than this already, but I knew where this was headed and I was anxious. I was sure of myself and had high self-confidence, but I had never wanted something so badly. I wanted him to want me. I wanted to turn him on and drive him wild enough that he couldn’t get enough of me. I wanted him to want me for a long time, maybe even forever.

  He put his hand to my hip and skimmed it up under my shirt to find skin. His mouth found mine and before I knew it, his warm hand trailed up my side and palmed my breast. I succumbed to the feelings of ecstasy and moaned. That seemed to spur him on and he moved his hand from my breast down to the button of my jeans but kept caressing my tongue with his. God, I didn’t care anymore if he did this with women all the time. It was obvious, I needed to be thanking that experience, not judging it. He was so good at this.

  He released the button and pulled down the zipper and slipped his hand all the way in. Right into my panties and everything, immediately hitting the right spot. I moaned down his throat, reached for the front of his jeans, found him rock hard, and he pulled back from the kiss. He kept moving his fingers slowly through my folds and moved his mouth to my ear.

  “I decided we’re gonna take this slow, baby.” As he said this he pulled my hand off of him with the hand that wasn’t touching me. It must have taken some skill for him to be able to do that, but I didn’t have time to question it. I had other things to question.

  I raised an eyebrow. “This is slow?”

  “Well, slow in the sense that I’m still gonna make you come. Time limit’s been reached on waitin’ for that part, Babe.”

  “You don’t want me to-”

  He shook his head and whispered, “Just you tonight, Baby.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips softly, all the while still slipping his fingers leisurely through the wet juncture between my thighs. “Tomorrow, you wanna return the favor, I won’t stop you.”

  Tuck didn’t wait for my answer. “Take your shirt off, Baby. I’m busy.”

  I almost laughed but decided to just take my shirt off instead. I pulled it over my head and unhooked my red, all lace bra. He hadn’t asked me to do that yet, but I knew that was where it was heading and I wanted to be ready.

  He smiled at my preemptive action and spoke again. This time his voice was gruff with desire. “Lift your tit for me, honey.”

  Oh, God. There went a rush of liquid between my legs. He noticed.

  “Yeah, that’s it Talie, get wet for me. I can tell you like when I talk dirty to you, so that’s something we’ll have to explore at some point.” I lifted my breast like he had asked and he paused to flick my nipple with his tongue and circled my nub with his finger at the same time. “Not now, though. I want you to be comfortable with me before we take it there.”

  That was nice. Really nice. Even lost in his passion and after I gave him an opening he could have run away with, he was considerate of me.

  He closed his mouth on my nipple and circled it with his tongue at the same time that he circled my opening with a finger. I had dissolved into a panting, moaning mess by this point, but I was way too far gone to care.

  After teasing me for awhile, he sucked my nipple deep at the same time that he pushed his finger inside me. “Ah, Tuck.”

  After testing it out and giving me time to adjust, he squeezed another finger inside and moved his thumb to take over the delicious circling. As he thrust his fingers in and out, I could feel it building and he kept going but moved his attention to the other nipple. When my breathing sped up and my eyes started to roll back in my head he released the peak from his mouth and demanded, “Look at me, Baby.”

  I forced my eyes to his as he continued, “Wanna watch you when you come. Jesus, can’t wait to fuck you. You look so beautiful right now.”

  His words were all I needed to push me over the edge. I held his eyes for as long as I could, but it got to a point where I just couldn’t any more. I shattered and moaned into his neck, “God, yes Tuck. Tuck.” He kept his fingers in me until the last of the spasms of my orgasm left me.

  He leaned forward, pressed his lips to mine, shifted back, pulled his hand out of my pants, and stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

  Holy shit. I was starting to think Tuck was into dirty. And I was surprised to find that I loved it. I think if anyone else had tried to pull something like that with me I would have been disgusted. But with Tuck it was just hot.

  He stood up, winked at me, and headed for the bathroom.

  He came back with a wet wash cloth, pulled off my jeans and panties, and wiped me clean. He threw the wash cloth back in the bathroom and scooped me up with an arm around my back and an
arm under my knees. When I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on, he let go with the arm around my back and flicked the covers of the bed back. He settled me in the bed and pulled the covers over me.

  “I know it’s early, but we both gotta be up early. Just relax and I’ll be back. Gotta grab a shower.” I had showered earlier while he started dinner, but he had yet to take one.

  I watched him disappear into the bathroom and heard the shower turn on. Sated and happy, I was asleep only a couple of minutes later. I didn’t even notice that I had been around stairs with Tuck three times now, once in the Tanners’ and twice here in Tuck’s house, and I hadn’t even given them a second look.

  Chapter 14

  Never Had Better

  I woke up to Tuck’s mouth between my legs.

  I was having a really good dream. I was on my back in Tuck’s bed, my legs spread, and his tongue was circling just the right spot. I moaned and grabbed onto his hair. When I lifted my head, looked down at him, and his blue-green eyes met mine, I knew I wasn’t dreaming anymore.

  I might have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good. No one had ever done this to me before. I’d gone down on guys before and certainly been forced to pleasure Andrew, but no one had ever been willing to do this for me. This was setting up to be my second orgasm to Tuck’s zero. He was already proving to be a totally new experience.

  Tuck kept at me, his tongue licking and stroking, circling the nub at all the right times, and then he swept his hand up my thigh and added his fingers. Unable to hold my head up anymore, it sagged back and I breathed, “Yeah, baby.”

  Eager to push me to the point of no return Tuck sucked my nub into his mouth and I came instantly, crashing over the cliff and shattering into thousands of delicious pieces. He kept at me licking and lapping until I came down completely.

  Climbing up my body and laying half on top of me he whispered, “I had to taste you after I got a sample taste last night. Just like the rest of you, Baby. Never had better.”

  With him laying there on top of me, so close, staring at me, and whispering sweet things to me, I blurted the first thing that came to my mind. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

  Tuck looked surprised and then warmth took over his face and he touched his forehead to mine. I kept talking, “I just thought you should know. I thought that the first moment I met you.”

  “Definitely fuckin’ you tonight, Babe. Can’t stand it anymore. Gotta be inside you.”

  Surprised he was waiting again, confusion clouded my face.

  He read my expression and explained, “Don’t have time now or believe me, I would. You gotta get to work and so do I.”

  As he pushed off of me he continued, “Been fillin’ my time with work for a long time. I can see now, this keeps goin’ like it’s goin’ I’m gonna need to cut back. Gotta have more time for you.”

  God, he was being so sweet. He was really going to need to go back to busting my balls (figuratively!) at least some of the time or I wouldn’t be able to take it.

  “You workin’ the dinner shift?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll go by your apartment, get some stuff for you and then come eat with you. You can take a break when I come.” I liked the sound of that so I just nodded. He kept talking, “Though, we really gotta gather all of your stuff up at some point and bring it over. I know you don’t have much but I figure you’ll wanna be there when we do it.”

  Um, what? Then it dawned on me. Holy shit.

  “You want me to move in.” It was a statement, not a question. I knew that was what he was talking about.

  He went on moving around the room like this wasn’t a big deal. “Can’t move in with you, Babe. Gotta be on the farm.”

  I shook my head. “But we just started dating.”

  That got his attention. He turned to me with an exasperated look on his face. “Thought we went over this. We aren’t dating. This is it.”

  “But we can’t move in together!” We’d only been together a couple of days!

  His face softened and he came and sat down on the bed next to me. “Now that I’ve slept with you, don’t ever wanna do it without you.”

  “Tuck.”

  “Never felt anythin’ that good, you sleepin’ in my arms all night.”

  I couldn’t believe I was fucking caving like this. I was usually so much stronger. “You’re making it really hard to say no to this.”

  “That’s the point.” He smirked, kissed my nose, and got up from the bed. That’s it. Discussion over. Jesus, how were men so frustrating and yet we couldn’t seem to live without them?

  Oh, well. I guess I was going to have plenty of time to figure it out. Since I was moving in with one.

  One positive- I never had to pay rent on the apartment.

  Chapter 15

  Nobody Like You

  Tuck dropped me off for work in the truck again. This time I actually took the time to pay attention to things other than Tuck. His truck was a dark blue early 90’s F-250. I didn’t know that much about trucks but I thought it fit him perfectly. It was old but in good condition and clean. It looked like he took care of this just like he did the farm.

  It didn’t take long to get to the diner, and he pulled up and parked just like he had yesterday.

  I felt bad that he was taking time out of his day to drop me off so I noted, “I could have walked, Tuck. You didn’t have to drive me.”

  He shook his head. “Nah, I like your ass the way it is. Don’t want you exercisin’ it off by walkin’ to work everyday.”

  I just smiled and shook my head. He was obviously into my ass. That had been established, definitely.

  I opened my door and he opened his. This time I knew to wait for him as he came around the hood. He pushed me back into the truck with a hand in my stomach and I asked, “So, are we going to put on a show everyday then?”

  The corner of his mouth twitched and he murmured, “I hope.”

  He leaned in, tilted his head to the side, and put his lips to mine. My mouth was already open when he got there. He didn’t even have to work for it. His hands held onto my hips and mine shoved into his shirt and reached for the hot skin of his back. As his tongue swirled with mine, I was one second away from kicking it up to triple X when he pulled back.

  He leaned his forehead against mine and whispered, “Really can’t wait to fuck you, Babe. Can’t even kiss you without gettin’ hard. Fuck.”

  I slowly pulled my hands out of his shirt and put them on his chest. I gave him a little shove and he stepped back. “I have to get to work. Don’t want people to think I’m slacking off.”

  He chuckled and grabbed my hand. “Ill come have dinner with you, and then I’m pickin’ you up on the bike when you get off.”

  I scrunched up my face and said, “Tell me you at least have a full face helmet for me.” I pointed my finger at my face and swirled it around in circles to emphasize my point as I continued, “This face is too pretty to be scraped off on the asphalt.”

  He chuckled, squeezed my hand, released it, rounded the truck, and assured me, “I got you, Babe.”

  I let my lips curl up, turned, and walked into the diner without watching him go.

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  I was serving Tommy and Jimmy their breakfast when a table full of women who had just come in called me over.

  I walked over and started my spiel. “Hey y’all. What can I get you drink?”

  I belatedly noticed that Jillian was one of the women at the table, but she wasn’t the one giving me the nastiest look. There was another girl with auburn hair similar to mine and hazel eyes who appeared to be trying to shoot daggers through me by way of telepathy.

  She didn’t even bother to respond to my inquiry. Instead she snarked, “Well, it does seem at least like Tuck has a type.”

  Jesus, I supposed this was going to be my life now. At least for awhile. Might as well get it over with.

  “Though, it looks like he�
�s traded down to a cheaper model.” And so it begins. Too bad I could out-bitch even the bitchiest girl.

  “So when did you fuck him?”

  Her eyes widened because she definitely wasn’t expecting me to ask that.

  When she didn’t answer, I kept going. “You have fucked him right?”

  She nodded, with eyes still bulging, as I asked the rest of the table, “And the rest of you, you’ve fucked him too?”

  Still in shock, they all nodded along with the redhead. I kept going. “So, not that specific of a type, then. Actually, do you think you guys could make me a list of everyone he’s fucked?”

  That pulled Jillian out of her shock, at least temporarily. “What? Why?”

  “Oh, see because when I woke up with Tuck’s mouth between my legs this morning, I made a mental note to thank all of the women who came before me for making him so good. So, thanks. And I mean that. I really appreciate it.” I heard Toni snicker behind me. I smiled my brightest smile, turned, and left them sitting there staring at each other.

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  The rest of the day went quickly and without incident, though I heard from several people that they thought I was “the shit” or similar comments. Apparently, word had made its way around town about my little performance. I just wish I hadn’t had to air our personal time from that morning in order to get my point across.

  When Tuck came in for dinner, my suspicions were more than confirmed. As I slid into the booth, Tuck spoke. “Jesus, Babe. Whole town’s talkin’ about how good I am with my mouth.” He was smiling so I guessed he wasn’t upset.

  “So you heard about that, huh?”