His dick was thickening again.
“Do you trust me?”
I nodded.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Holly. I promise.” He lay over me, kissing me with passion and lust. His lips trailed down my body, and he stopped to suck my nipples, aching for his touch. He flipped the on button, pressing the vibrator to one nipple as he sucked the other.
I writhed beneath him as incredible sensations rushed through my body, straight to my pussy.
He moved down my body, dragging his lips and the vibrator over my belly. He sucked my clit making me gasp and then pressed the vibrator to it, and my body about came off the bed.
“I love how responsive you are,” he said, with his lips against my inner thigh. He kissed me there as he drew the vibrator through my pussy lips to my entrance. “Come for me, Holly. Come hard.”
He pressed the buzzing, vibrating toy inside me and I arched as another shock wave of pleasure electrified my body.
“Yes, you’re so fucking responsive. I’m so hard for you.”
With the vibrator inside me, he pushed my thighs open more and lowered his mouth to my clit. He licked it lightly first, and then he sucked it and oh my God, I went wild.
“Tucker, oh God…oh God…” I whimpered and moaned. My body rocked and writhed and spasmed until a supernova blasted and I screamed out his name. The vibrator started to slide from me, but Tucker put pressure on it, holding it inside me. It was like my orgasm was both inside and out of my body. It went on and on and on. I thought my pussy would never stop contracting and pulsing as the vibrator buzzed inside and Tucker relentlessly sucked on my clit. I was going to die. But I was okay with that. Death by orgasm from Tucker, seemed like the ideal way to go.
19
Tucker
She was so fucking amazing. Her body was damp with perspiration. Her scent, a mixture of flowers and sex, tantalized my nostrils. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but first I had to wring out as much pleasure from her as I could.
I was mad with need for her. The minute she pushed me against the door after the PTA meeting, it was like a beast was released. Thank fuck she was with me and giving me every dirty fantasy that I had about her. The minute her mouth was on my dick, I was sure I was going to die from pleasure. Her mouth was so hot. At first, she seemed hesitant, and I wondered if she’d ever given a blow job before. But then her mouth was sucking me deep, and all I could think about was filling her mouth with my cum. I wanted to see it drip from her lips.
After I came, my dick needed a rest, but my libido had only just gotten started. I wanted to do every filthy thing I’d imagined while jerking off to her, starting with that sex toy I’d accidently found when sneaking condoms into her drawer.
I could see she was embarrassed that I knew about it and I hoped that after we were done tonight, she’d know that when it came to sex with me, there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about. No sex act was taboo in my book. Not between me and her.
The way her body lit up and hummed as I used my mouth and the toy on her made my dick so fucking hard again. It was a wonder I didn’t come on the sheets when she finally screamed out my name and nearly shot that vibrator out of her pussy. My dick was jealous that he wasn’t the recipient of that sweet tight hole.
She was barely down from her orgasmic high, when I sat back and maneuvered her, turning her onto her knees.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” I said, hoping I made it before I came all over the place.
She did as I asked, her head turned to look back at me. I saw trust and desire. It made my heart roll in my chest. I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
“I want to fuck you this way. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.”
“Squeeze your pussy baby.” I gripped the vibrator and pulled it out of her body as she pushed it from her.
“I’m afraid my dick won’t be as good as that,” I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet entrance.
“I love your dick. I love how it fills me. Fill me now, Tucker. God I need to feel you inside me.”
Those weren’t words of love, but they wrapped around me and bound me to her even more. I pushed in, moaning as her sweet wet heat sucked me in.
I held her hips with one hand and started to move. I knew right away that it wasn’t going to be long before I blew my load again.
With my other hand, I held the still buzzing vibrator and reached under her to press it to her clit.
She screamed my name again, and her body bucked and convulsed.
“Fuuucccckkkk!” Stars burst behind my eyes as her pussy squeezed my dick like it would never let go. I plunged in and ground my hips against her ass as I released my cum inside her sweet body. Like a crazed man, I pistoned in and out of her until I was too exhausted to move. Even then, my dick pulsed inside her.
My lungs felt like bellows as they worked to heave in air. I withdrew from her, collapsing on the bed, and pulling her to me as I flipped off the vibrator and tossed it aside.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out.
She snuggled against me, her hand over my chest.
I looked down on her to make sure she was okay. She gave me the sweetest smile, and in that moment, I went from falling in love to being full-fledged head over heels in love.
I don’t know where I found the strength, but I rolled us until I was over her again, and I pushed my semi-soft dick inside her, wanting to be a part of her. Hoping she’d feel my love for her.
“More?” she gasped.
“No. Not yet,” I said with a lust filled grin. “I just want to feel you.”
“Good, because I need to catch my breath.”
I leaned down and kissed her. “This is your fault, you know.”
“Oh?” She arched a brow.
“You accosted me at the door. You drive me wild, Holly.”
She smiled again like I’d given her a gift. “I’m glad.”
“Did you think you didn’t or wouldn’t turn me on?”
She looked down. “My experience is…tame, I guess for lack of a better word.”
“Well that’s a fucking crime. You’re a sexy, sensuous woman who deserves to have fantastic O’s in every way possible.” And I was just the man to give them to her.
Her cheeks blushed. “You make me feel sexy. Powerful in my sexuality.”
“Good.”
“I hope it’s as good for you—”
“Holly, I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard as I do with you. I’m a little concerned I used up all my sperm this time.”
She laughed. “Hopefully that’s not the case. You need to have those twins you’ve talked about.”
“Someday,” I said, imagining two little girls with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair like their mother.
I woke up the next morning in Holly’s bed with her by my side. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so happy or content. No more air mattress for me, I decided. This was where I needed to be.
I gave her a light kiss, and rolled from bed. I took a quick shower, padding to my room naked to get clothes I’d move into her room later. Once dressed, I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. We’d need it to refuel after last night.
As the egg casserole cooked, I made lunch for us to take to work. I was a regular house husband and I loved it.
“Something smells delicious.”
I looked to the entryway to the kitchen to see Holly. She was in a robe, her cheeks rosy, her eyes bright, and her hair a little bit crazy like after a long night of hard sex. She looked wanton and my dick was ready to go again.
Down boy, I told it. “I was thinking we needed the sustenance after last night.”
Her cheeks blushed even more. “I am hungry.”
“Food first,” I said with a cheeky grin.
Her eyes turned flirty. “If you insist.”
Ah fuck, now my dick was at full tilt. I ignored him, serving her some eggs.
We sat at the table and she wen
t quiet, which made my heart stall because I was sure that she was about to take the proverbial two steps back after our one step forward last night.
“I was thinking that…uh…if you wanted…you could move into my room.”
Halle-fucking-lujah. I considered telling her that was my plan, but instead I said, “I want to. Very much.”
She smiled so sweetly and all I could think about was making her happy. There was just one problem. Well two, I supposed if I considered Meredith Reynolds a problem. But my real concern was whether or not I’d made things worse for Holly by going after Stark the night before at the PTA meeting. As much as I liked that it had turned her on that I’d confronted him, I’d heard enough rumors to know he wasn’t a man to let a slight go. He said as much to me before he stalked off.
“Do you suppose Stark will leave us alone?” I asked, wondering her opinion.
She shrugged. “His main concern is getting back at Sinclair by having his candidate win the mayoral race. But he has resources and henchmen, so it’s possible he’ll come after us. I don’t know what he could do.”
In my mind, there was plenty he could do to thwart her library.
“We can handle whatever he throws at us. Can’t we?” she asked, all of a sudden looking concerned.
Not liking to see her worried, I took her hand. “Yes.” In that word I wasn’t just telling her that I was committed to helping her with Stark. I was telling her I was committed to her.
20
Holly
Inviting Tucker to move into my room didn’t mean I’d let go of all my concerns about us. No, those were still there full force. But it was obvious that I couldn’t resist him and I was tired of trying. Things would end when this fake marriage was over, and if not then, eventually it would end, so why not give in and enjoy my time with him while I could? Would it be hard when he moved on with his life. Yes. But I realized that it would be hard whether I continued to push him away or not. I was already attached to him and keeping him at arm’s length wasn’t working.
I wasn’t looking forward to the day our fake marriage ended. Even if he stayed for a time after that to build on whatever this was that we’d built, I wasn’t going to pin any hopes that we were creating something to last a lifetime. Being only twenty-four, he was too young to settle down.
His young age had nothing to do with maturity. He clearly had that. But when I was twenty-four, I was focused on starting my teaching career and enjoying life. I dated and went out with friends, never really having a serious relationship until years later. That’s what Tucker needed to be doing. Living life as a young man. Sowing his oats. Eventually, he’d exhaust whatever he was getting with me and move on. Until then, I’d enjoy our time together.
Several weeks into our marriage, and he was now basically living with me. We were like a real married couple since the night he’d taken on Stark. And it was wonderful. I wanted to fully embrace it and yet, all the worries and fears persisted. He was too young for me. What would people think? What if I let myself love him and he left me? It wasn’t like that sort of thing didn’t happen. Rick asked me to marry him, and then left just before our wedding.
It was hard to not love Tucker, though. As a person, he was smart, kind, funny, and extremely helpful. He fit in my house, fixing everything up, cooking for us, and at night holding me tight. In fact, I wondered what he was getting out of this arrangement, considering he was doing most of the work.
The thing that unsettled me the most was that I’d never felt the way I was feeling around him. Things were comfortable with us, not in a boring way, but in a puzzle-pieces-fitting-together-perfectly way. He accepted me the way I was; heavier, older, messier. I couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone that was so totally okay with how I was.
Rick often wanted me to lose weight. In fact, he’d sometimes suggested that my weight was why our sex life wasn’t better. I couldn’t imagine having better sex than I was having with Tucker. In that way, Tucker helped me accept myself and not take all the blame for what went wrong with Rick.
All this was running through my head in a constant loop since I’d moved him into my bedroom, distracting me at work. Fortunately, once I got my students down to Becky’s room for their art lesson, I could have a moment for myself.
After I dropped them off, I walked back to my classroom, stopping to look into Tucker’s room through the small window in the door. He was an animated and lively teacher and his students were enthralled with whatever he was teaching them at the moment.
I smiled and went back to my classroom, pulling out math assignments to grade, knowing my brain would automatically return to this morning and how Tucker had fucked me in the shower that morning. One perk of being with such a young man was how virile he was. Whenever I wanted him to touch me, he was ready to go. The shower, the kitchen, the living room, even the hallway. I’d thought all those sexual positions and moods found in movies and books were fiction. Rick and I had always had one speed and one position. Turns out the movies and books weren’t fiction at all.
A knock on my door brought me out of my reverie.
“Come in,” I called.
My heart stalled in my chest when Rick walked in.
“Rick.” Immediately, the old feelings of hurt, anger, and confusion rose above the sweet feelings I’d just been having of Tucker. With it came the insecurities of not having been enough. That I hated the most. It was one thing to have the pain of being abandoned, but being made to feel unworthy when I knew intellectually that I was a good person, that really galled me.
“Hi Holly.” He smiled sheepishly, like he was nervous, or maybe I was just reading into him what I wanted to see. I wanted to see remorse and regret in him.
“What are you doing here?” I stood from my desk, hoping it made me look strong.
He looked down for a second like he was gathering the nerve to speak. Then he looked up at me. “I…uh…I made a mistake, Holly. I shouldn’t have ever left you.”
What? “But you did.”
“I know and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ve regretted it since the moment I left.”
I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. For weeks after he’d abandoned me, I’d dreamt of his coming back, begging my forgiveness and asking for a second chance. I’d have given it to him too. But now, things were different. Sure, I’d like to see him grovel, but I wouldn’t be so eager to take him back.
“I’m working Rick. I can’t talk about this now.”
He nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry. I was going to wait and meet you at the house, but I had to see you now. I had to tell you.”
Thank God he didn’t come to the house, I thought. How would I explain Tucker to him? And if Tucker went off on him like he had on Stark, then what? No, I had to keep Rick and Tucker apart.
“I thought you were in Omaha,” I said.
He nodded. “I am, but I want to come back. I only left because I knew people would hate me for leaving you. I hate me for leaving you.”
I studied him wondering if that was true. Then again, why would he be here if it wasn’t true? There was no other reason for him to be back. There was a part of me that felt vindicated that he was here. His leaving had left me feeling so unlovable and so alone. And while Tucker had filled that void, Tucker wasn’t someone I could count on forever. Rick’s returning with his tail between his legs gave me a boost in self-esteem.
“I have some things I still need to take care of in Omaha, but I’ll be back to see you soon. If I have to start over with you, I will.” He shook his head. “Of course, I have to. I need to prove myself, and I will, if you let me. I’m not going to give up so easily this time.”
Give up?
“You didn’t give up. You left me. At the altar. You ran off.” The humiliation of that resurged in my gut. I wanted to hit him and make him feel my pain.
He shook his head and looked down in shame. “I know. I was…scared, I guess. Marriage is a big deal and…I don’t know…I guess I got cold fee
t. I wish I’d stuck it out.”
“Stuck it out.” That wasn’t very romantic. I knew my time was running out to have a marriage that included children, but I didn’t want a man who saw being with me as “sticking it out.” I wanted someone to love me and want to build life with me.
“I wish we’d gotten married. Maybe we’d even be expecting by now.” He smiled.
We’d talked about starting a family right away after we got married. I’d even gone off the pill thinking it would be so romantic to get pregnant on our honeymoon. What a dope I was. I’m not even sure why I went back on it considering at the time I felt like my world was over where love was concerned. As it turned out, the pill was convenient in planning the monthly cycle, so I went back on it and thank goodness I did the way Tucker and I went at each other.
“We could still have that, Holly. A life and family,” Rick finished.
My stomach clenched. Why hadn’t he realized all he had the day of the wedding? And at the same time, a part of me was glad he hadn’t. For the first time, I began to feel like I’d dodged a bullet when he walked away. But those feelings mixed with the years of good times we’d had as well to the point that I wasn’t sure what to think or believe or feel.
“Like I said, now isn’t the time.”
“Yes. Sorry. I have to go, but I’ll be by soon. We’ll talk then.” He left my classroom and I sank into my chair. I felt sick to my stomach. What was I going to do about Rick?
Aside from Tucker, if Meredith found out about Rick and how he was the one I was supposed to be married to, what would that do to the library project? Would she think it was wrong to marry someone else so quickly? Would she find out I wasn’t really married?
God, what a mess.
For the rest of the day, my distraction came from Rick, not Tucker, which was annoying. If I was going to be lost in thought, I’d much rather be thinking of Tucker.
After school, I met Tucker at my car and we rode home together. He chatted some, but then stopped as if he knew something was up.
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