As I moved aside, Tucker walked with me. “You’ve been holding out, Holly.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve got moves.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I’ve shown you my moves.”
His eyes flashed with heat. “So, you have. Thank God my fireman pants are baggy.” He waggled his brows. I wondered if he really had a hard on or not.
Once the kids got into the party, everything went well, until Bently Cramer threw up after binge eating candy corn and caramel popcorn.
“Ikk.” Tucker shook his head.
“I don’t know where George is,” I said of the janitor.
“I’ll take him to get cleaned up.” Becky put her arms on Bently’s shoulders and guided him out to the restroom.
“I guess I’ll do puke duty,” Tucker said. “Can you tell me where vomit clean-up stuff is?”
“I’ll show you.” I led him out of the gym and toward the janitor’s closet. George wasn’t anywhere, so I used the master key I was given for the event, and opened the closet.
The room was a good size and organized. “I think it’s back on these shelves.”
The door closed and Tucker took my arm, pulling me to him and pressing me back against the door.
“I wasn’t joking about my dick,” he said. “You look so fucking hot.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was consuming mine in a fiery heat that left me breathless. I could do nothing except respond, which I did by looping my arms around him, pressing my hips to his, noting said erection, and kissing him back.
His hands were all over me as his tongue dove into my mouth. “I want you so fucking bad right now.”
I felt the same way, except we were in a school janitor closet with kids up the hall.
I groaned in frustration as I pulled away. “We can’t. Not here.”
He leaned his forehead against mine. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
He couldn’t know how his words impacted me. Until him, I’d never felt desired. Yes, I thought Rick cared for me. I knew he was aroused when we’d had sex. But Tucker acted like he was going to combust from need for me. It was how I felt around him too. It was a heady and powerful feeling.
“You’ve got many women hot and bothered with this outfit and your moves.”
He grinned. “Really? Who?”
I grabbed his dick and squeezed until he winced. “Don’t act so interested.”
He removed my hand and ground his dick against my cleft. “My dick only wants to be here.”
I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. It occurred to me that he and Rick had similar coloring. Tucker’s hair was darker, his eyes a softer brown that made him seem kind and yet sexy. Rick’s brown hair and eyes were duller. Like mud.
“What are you looking for, Holly?”
I shook my head. “I’m admiring you.”
“Does that mean you like what you see?”
There was something in his voice that suggested vulnerability. He couldn’t possibly feel insecure with me, could he?
I nodded. “I like what I see.”
He kissed me. It didn’t have that wild erotic feel as the last one did, and yet it was passionate.
He pulled back. “I should get the cleaning stuff before I forget where we are and risk my job by fucking you right here.”
“Yes, you should.”
I watched him as he gathered the cleaning items. I dragged the mop in the bucket, while he carried all the other cleaning goods.
He was perfect, I decided. Someday, he’d find a woman with the same energy and vibrancy. They’d annoy everyone with their perfection, and their happiness would be enviable. Until then, he was mine and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.
23
Tucker
It had been a bad idea to steal a kiss and cop a feel from Holly in the janitor’s closet. At the time, I thought a little nibble would help diffuse the time bomb erection in my pants. As it turned out, it made it worse. Thank god my costume hid my swollen dick. Cleaning up vomit was also effective at taming the beast.
That is until I was back to the party and watching Holly in that sexy vampire dress. It wasn’t inappropriate for school, but I knew what was under the curve of black silky dress and lace of the bodice and I wanted to touch it. Lick it. I wanted to make her mine.
Every few minutes, I looked at the clock, wondering how much longer I had until I could get her home and out of that dress, and sink my dick inside her wet heat. Each time, I cursed under my breath. What had felt like eons had only been a few minutes.
Finally, the party was over. As Holly and the chaperones made sure the kids were picked up by appropriate parents, I worked with the remaining staff to clean up.
The minute the kids were gone and the cleanup was finished, I ushered her into the car to head home.
We were barely on the road when I couldn’t wait any longer. I placed my hand on her knee and slid it up over her stocking. When my hand brushed the edge of the stocking to indicate it was a garter, I damn near came in my pants.
I groaned. “Do you have panties on?”
“Yes. Thong actually. I didn’t want a panty line.”
I moved my hand further up her leg, finding the soft silk panel of the panty. I brushed my finger over it, and found it wet.
“God, I want to fuck you.”
“Can I help?” her hand slid up my thigh.
“Better not. I’m driving.”
“Right.”
I looked around to see where we were and how much farther we had to go before getting home. Like the clock, the drive seemed to be taking forever. To distract myself, I slid my finger under her panty panel to her slick folds. She sighed and opened her thighs wider.
“Have you ever had an orgasm while riding in a car?” I asked her, wishing it was my mouth on her pussy and not my finger.
“No.”
“Well then, let me fix that for you.” I rubbed on her clit until her hips were rocking in time with my movements. I reached further, pressing my finger inside her, massaging her wet walls.
“Tucker,” she said on a gasp.
“Come on my fingers baby. Are you close?”
“Yes…oh God that’s it…right there…don’t stop, don’t stop…”
I continued to massage and rub, a little faster, a little harder until she cried out and her pussy juice coated my fingers. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
Finally, I pulled into the driveway.
“Your costume is making my cock ache.” I hoped to hell she’d be willing to put me out of my misery.
“Then you’re going to love what’s underneath.”
My brain hiccupped but my legs finally started working and I followed her into the house. She went straight back to the bedroom. Like a comatose zombie, I followed her back.
She stood in the bedroom, a sweet, seductive smile on her lips as she unzipped her dress and then slowly lowered the top part down to reveal a red lacy bra. It was thin so that I could see her hard nipples straining the fabric.
“Holy fuck.”
Her hips swayed side to side as she pushed the black dress down further, revealing the waistband of her thong. The dress dropped to the floor, pooling around her sexy high heeled shoes. Black stockings with a lacy ribbing gripped her thighs and my brain went dead.
She stepped out of the dress and then stood before me. She smiled but I could see uncertainty. Like maybe she was worried I wouldn’t like what I saw or think she was failing at her attempt to turn me on.
“My mouth has gone dry,” I managed to say. “Jesus fucking Christ…you’re amazing. Sexy. Beautiful.” I quickly undressed so she could see what she was doing to me. “I’m so fucking hard.”
The vulnerability left her expression, so just the sexy smile remained. I knew the minute I touched her or she touched me, I was coming like a fucking fire hose, and I didn’t want that.
“Get on the bed,” I sai
d, hoping it didn’t sound as demanding as it seemed to my ears.
She arched a brow, but did as I asked. She started to kick her heels off, but I stopped her.
“Leave them on.”
“Do you have a shoe fetish?”
“I have a Holly-in-sexy-lingerie-and-heels fetish.” I stood at the end of the bed and took inventory of every creaming inch of her skin. “Pinch your nipples.”
“You don’t want to do that?”
“I want to do everything. But I’m going to come any moment and I’d like this to last a little longer.”
She smiled again like I’d given her a gift. Had that fuckwad Rick never let her know how sexy she was?
She brought her fingers to her nipples, watching me as she pinched them.
“Take your bra off.”
She unclasped it and tossed it at me. It landed on my dick like it was a coat rack. The feel of it on my dick was nearly my undoing. I took the bra and tossed it aside.
“Anything else?”
I nodded. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
Again there was a quick flash of uncertainty. “You don’t want to touch me?”
“I do want to touch you. I will touch you. Right now, I want to watch you make yourself come.”
She bit her lip, and I wondered if maybe I should just fuck her. “Can I watch you make yourself come?”
I groaned as my dick nearly came out of his skin. “Yes.”
She slid her hand down her belly. I’m sure she was hesitant, but to me, it looked so sexy. I decided to make sure she understood how much this turned me on.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Holly. I’ve never been so hard in my life. I’m dying here.”
“There is a solution to that.” She said as her fingers slid to her pussy.
“Anticipation will make it all the better.” If I didn’t die first.
“Do you want me to use the vibrator?”
I had to close my eyes, take in deep breaths, and think about algebra to keep in control.
“If it will help you and give you more enjoyment, yes.”
“I’m a little tense. I’ve never touched myself with an audience before.” Her admission touched me. I loved it that she felt comfortable enough to admit it.
“If it’s too uncomfortable for you, just tell me. I want you to enjoy this too.”
“It’s just a little embarrassing. But…if you like it, I want to do it.”
“You turn me on, Holly.”
She reached over to the drawer and pulled out the vibrator. She closed her eyes as she dragged it buzzing over her nipple, down her belly and to her little nest of strawberry curls. I was desperate to touch my dick and give him the relief he was aching for, but I held back.
She gasped and her hips jerked upward when the little pink vibrator hit her clit.
“Holly. Look at me.” I wanted to watch her face, wanted her to watch my face watching her as she brought herself to orgasm.
Her eyes opened and the beautiful blue irises stared back at me. God, I was in love with this woman.
She moved the vibrator to her entrance and then pushed it inside. My dick jumped in protest. That was his spot.
She gasped again, and her hips rocked in a rhythm. With one hand she held the vibrator in place and the other, she gently rubbed her clit.
“Are you close,” I asked, although I could barely hear my own voice.
“Yes…oh God…so close…”
“That’s right Holly. Make yourself come. I want to see you come.”
Her eyes flutter closed and her head arched back as she reached for her pleasure. Then she cried out, and I saw juices flow from her pussy as she rocked and drew out her orgasm.
Fuck. It was magnificent to watch. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I crawled on the bed, wanting to fuck her, but remembering I told her I’d make myself come. Just as well. I’d barely be in her sweet pussy before I was ejaculating all over the place.
She watched me as I straddled her thighs.
“Do you want to watch me jerk off?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flashed with wild heat.
“Can I come on your tits?”
Her hands cupped her magnificent globes, holding them like she was offering them to me.
“I’m sorry to say this won’t be much of a show. I’m going to come the minute I grab him.”
She let out a long breath, like that made her feel good to know I was so close to the edge.
“Ready?”
“Will it reach my mouth?”
Ah fuck. I couldn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed my dick, letting out a long feral growl as the humming energy ramped up to a million kilowatts. With my other hand, I fondled my balls and then I stroked the shaft the entire length.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, and then gave quick strokes along the head, hitting the most sensitive part of the rim until my balls pulled in, my dick cocked tight, and I sprayed my load all over her. One shot, then two, and on and on until I couldn’t see straight.
Even as my strength ran out and I had to sit back on my heels over her thighs, my dick was pulsing with my essence.
When I finally felt the world stop spinning, I looked down at her. She was running her fingers through the gooey mess and holy fuck if my dick didn’t twitch at that.
“I’m sorry. I made a mess.” I gave her a sheepish grin.
“You did. It was sexy. Erotic. I’d never seen a man ejaculate before.” Her eyes looked into mine. “It made me hot.”
My dick liked that too. He should have been worn out, but I could feel a second wind coming on. Or maybe he wasn’t quite finished from the first time. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted to spend the rest of the night showing her how sexy and desirable she was.
24
Holly
I’d never been a prude. I’d always enjoyed sex. I especially enjoyed it with Tucker although admittedly, some things I was a little shy about. Such as putting on lingerie and hoping that he found it sexy, not silly. Or like touching myself. That was something I did in private. And yet, the look on his face when I slid my fingers to my pussy, I knew it was as much for his pleasure as mine.
That was one of the many things I loved about having him around. He encouraged me to pursue my interests and desires. He pushed me to push myself out of my comfort zone. Whatever happened between us in the future, I’d always be grateful for how he helped me grow as a person.
He moved so that he was kneeling between my legs instead of straddling them.
“You know, you’re naked and I’m still partially dressed,” I said as I looked down on my thong, stockings and heels.
“It’s sexy.” He ran his hands down my legs. “You’re like a fantasy come true. In a minute, when I get my second wind, I want to fuck you just like this.”
I laughed. “This is a fantasy?”
His cheeks blushed. “It is now. Do you have a fantasy?”
I was pretty sure he’d already made mine come true. “Everything we do is great. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to follow you up.” I wasn’t joking. I couldn’t imagine any man I’d be with in the future would be able to light up my erotic parts like he did. Then again, it was hard to imagine even wanting to be with another man after Tucker. But I had to be realistic here. We weren’t a forever kind of couple.
He frowned. “You’re going to think I’m an arrogant SOB, but I don’t think you can.”
He was right. He was one of a kind, in and out of bed.
“Just to make sure you can’t,” he said, as he maneuvered himself down, and settled his shoulders between my thighs. “I’m going to make you come, and come and come…all night long.”
My pussy clenched. Then his mouth was on me, making true his words because I came twice more just from his mouth.
“Oh God…Tucker…” I was breathless and nearly over sensitized.
He moved up my body, hooking my leg, with my heel still on, around his hip. “Look at m
e, Holly.”
I opened my eyes, and gasped at what I saw. It wasn’t just desire and need swirling in his deep brown eyes. There was a determination. A fire. Like this was important.
“You won’t be able to follow me up,” he said, and then he thrust. The shock of his hard dick fully immersed inside me, made me gasp.
“Tucker…”
He withdrew and held there, making me squirm and whimper with need for him to fill me again.
“Say it, Holly. Tell me I’m not replaceable.”
“You’re not.” I clung at his back and arched, begging him to give me his cock again.
He plunged in, ground against me, and then withdrew, withholding.
“Tucker…please…”
He kissed me and groaned, and I got the sense he was frustrated. But then he levered up on his hands and began to fuck me. Deep, hard, slow strokes that slowly increased.
“Yes, yes…” I chanted to make sure he wouldn’t stop.
“Say my name…say my name when you come…” His breath was labored, but I’d understood what he was saying.
He had me perched on the ledge and I wanted to come and yet at the same time wanted to hang a little longer in that sweet, torturous moment before the climax.
“Now, Holly…fuck I’m gonna come…”
And then I was there. He thrust in, and he sent me spiraling out into oblivion as my body flooded with the sweetest orgasm.
“Tucker!”
“Yes!” He growled. And then he said something else that sounded like, “mine.” But I couldn’t be sure.
Eventually we came down, and he held me close, kissing my head. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No. It was amazing. Like always.”
He smiled. “We make a good pair.”
He was right. And I couldn’t deny it anymore. I didn’t want this to end. It seemed like it had to, but I didn’t want it to. Could I make him stay? In a few years, when I was forty, would he still look at me like his fantasy?
The desire to stay in his arms forever was both comforting and terrifying. Eventually, the terror won, and I got out of bed.
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