Freeform

by Xavier Neal

  June squeaks, “Wow.”

  “Are you wowing where they're headed or wowing what my grandparents are up to?”

  When I turn to look at her she simply repeats, “Wow....”

  I lightly laugh once more and spot my mother out of the corner of my eye nestled close to David. For a moment I study them both. He looks at her with respect and kindness. She gives him equally sweet glances. They appear to be genuinely happy and the sight along with June's speech reverberate unpleasantly throughout my system.

  With the smile vanished, I sigh, “You wanna go? I've made an appearance and dropped off my donation already. Why don't we go back home and I can show you your surprise?”

  June's eyes widen with excitement. “Yes!”

  I take her half empty champagne glass and leave it on a table close by. Afterward the two of us make a hasty break to grab our coats, her purse, and head back the condo. Before we walk in the door I instruct for June to cover her eyes.

  “You know I have trouble walking when I can see, why would you make me do this with my eyes closed?”

  Her complaint makes me chuckle as I steer us into the guest bedroom that's over run with paint supplies.

  Like any place I spend my time, the entire area becomes my studio with the exception of the kitchen. I prefer to keep my culinary art clean and toxic free.

  Inside the room, I help lower June onto the bed, and command, “Open your eyes.”

  June's hands drop. The annoyed expression on her face makes me grin. “It's behind the sheet.”

  “Right.”

  “Then why did I have to walk through the house with my eyes closed.”

  “It was more fun that way.”

  She twitches a glare while I smirk. “You ready?”

  A nod of enthusiasm is given.

  In one swift motion I yank off the white cloth to expose the gift.

  June sharply gasps at the painting. I watch her examine the finished design, eyes roaming over every little detail as she does her best to drink it all in. Once she's had enough time to admire it on her own, I drop down on the bed beside her and sigh, “I've tried to paint this city a million times. I've sketched it dozens, but every time I take it off the pad and put it on paper, it was apparent something important was missing. The essence of the city. It's heartbeat.” I turn my attention the masterpiece. “You were what was missing, June Bug. You're the nerve center that makes so much possible for so many people. Me included. You may think you're lost to the shadows when the truth is you're dead center and without you we would all fail.”

  Together we sit in silence and stare at the city skyline that's been painted inside a curvy, feminine outline who is lying horizontally. The background is the same color as June's mocha skin. I also did my best to match the full yet softness of her body structure hoping to enhance my point about what makes this city more beautiful than any other place in the world.

  She looks remarkable even in a painting.

  Finally, June sighs, “I don't know what to say....”

  “A speechless, June Bug? That's a new one,” I tease.

  Rather than giggle or poke back, she simply turns to me and says, “Thank you.”

  Her gratitude is instantly proceeded by her lips firmly touching mine. Unable to resist the urge, I part them, tasting her natural sweetness mixed with the champagne from earlier. Leisurely our tongues roll together as our bodies begin to melt into one. Our typical frantic nature has seemed to be replaced by a slow, smooth one that is making us equally as breathless. The two of us take turns peeling each other's clothes off and littering the exposed skin with light kisses.

  My mouth falls to June's neck and her legs effortlessly wrap around my body from underneath me. On a hot whimper she pleads, “More, Tucker....I need more of you.”

  The inflection shoots straight to my dick that's nudging her soaking entrance. I drag my lips back to hers at the same time I slip inside. Her warm, wet welcoming engulfs more than my cock. All of sudden a new unknown pleasure penetrates its way through me, pistoning my body to rock harder. Sharper. To make each thrust precisely reciprocate the incredible offering her body is making. Another erotic cry knocks against my lips. I do my best to lift up to watch our bodies blend into one blindingly beautiful blur. Every time I dive deeper, she curves into me passionately, her jaw never fully closing between moans. A familiar tensing around my cock begins yet instead of being able to push past it, there's a sharp sting to my balls informing me I'll be lucky if I don't come first.

  I drop my forehead against hers to warn in an airy tone, “I'm about to come.”

  June's arms tangle around my neck pulling me into her closer. Her pussy begins to tremble unleashing my orgasm to crash into hers. “Oh, Tucker!”

  A savage, self-declaring, roar echoes around the room beside her screams. Wave after wave floods her tiny pussy while the intensity paralyzes me in place. With every scorching burst, another satisfied moan escapes June, and my body grinds further as if the only thing keeping us alive is her.

  Our panting pendulates until I finally roll off to the side of her. The moment my head hits the pillow, I pull her damp skin to be against mine. Knowing she's covered with my essence inside and out swells my chest as much as my smile.

  June's head falls against my beating heart and she states, “I love you, Tucker.”

  Effortlessly I declare in return, “I love you too, June Bug.”

  Her hand slides across my stomach to grip my side. She tugs me closer. My arms fall around her body in the same protective fashion.

  That was....celestial kind of sex. Fate certified and approved kind of sex. The kind of sex that bonds two people at the soul rather than just the heart. What made it feel so different this time? What made it....Oh shit!

  I try to brace myself to avoid being brash. “I'm sorry for not pulling out.”

  She nestles her face against me and plants a small kiss on my chest. “I take the pill. We should be okay.”

  The response momentarily relaxes my shoulders.

  “Did you do that before?” Feeling her flustered head shake makes me smile. “No. That was...wrong. Bad. I meant, you ever...well.. Have you ever...”

  “No.” There's a breath of relief against my skin. “Never. And I always get tested when I come to the city.” Another small sigh of relief leaves her before I ask, “Have you ever let a guy-”

  “No.” Her quick response kicks the corners of my mouth back up. “You're the first.”

  I roll my body over to blanket hers once more. “I'm gonna be the only.”

  June sweetly smiles, nods, and lifts her lips to meet mine.

  We'll work something out when it's time for me to leave the city. I don't care what it is or how we do it, we'll find a way to make it work. I love this girl in ways I didn't even know were possible. Guess Fate led us together just like it did my parents. I'm not complaining. Hell, when it comes to June, there's nothing to ever complain about.

  June

  “Can't believe I've never been to your apartment June Bug,” Tucker says as I turn the key in the lock.

  “It's not like we've really had a reason before now,” I rebut.

  “Pretty sure seeing your girlfriend's apartment is somewhere on the boyfriend’s requirement list.”

  The comment causes me to chuckle. “I haven't seen the list in years, so I'll just have to trust you on that.”

  What else would be on that list? Does it say anything about foot rubs or back rubs? Think you could pencil it in there for me?

  Once we're inside I lock the door behind us. Tucker's head rolls around as he observes the small one-bedroom apartment I call home. “It's much smaller than I expected.”

  “Well, it's just me and on the rare occasion a younger sibling hiding from a boyfriend who has pissed her off or a parent she thinks isn't being understanding.”

  He moves into the space further, eyes darting back and forth between my closed kitchen to the left and my equally sized living room t
o the right. There's enough room for one couch, one leather recliner, a coffee table and a T.V. mounted on the wall. Unlike his condo everything is neatly put away, folded, and guest ready at a moment’s notice.

  Definitely believe in a place for everything and everything has its place.

  “The um...my ex...we had talked about moving in together and at one pointed looked at huge apartments. After that all fell through, I never even bothered with considering it again. All the extra space would make me feel lonely.”

  Tucker nods his understanding. “You know what I really like about this place?”

  “Hm?”

  “The Monet prints around the room. And the blues and whites you've picked really compliment them.”

  A smile slips onto my lips.

  “But for the record, I think a Tucker Frost original will make this place much more homey.”

  His implication falters my smile.

  I don't know if he's just...talking and saying what I want to hear or if maybe by some miracle he's decided not to go on after his mother's party, which he has finally agreed to go to. Either way, I'm too afraid to do anything about it. Please don't compare it to ripping off a Band-Aid, which I wore plenty of growing up and still do even now. I'm one of those people who just waits for the damn thing to lose the sticky part and falls off.

  “I was thinking maybe it would be better in the bedroom.” I motion my head that direction.

  “I'm always better in the bedroom.”

  His teasing joke makes me giggle. “I was thinking right above the bed?”

  He gives me a wink. “I can do that.”

  On a short chuckle, I lead us that way. Much like the rest of my apartment it's pretty basic with a bed in the middle, nightstands on both sides, a dresser across from it and a door in the corner that leads to the only bathroom in the entire place.

  Tucker sighs, “Did you just move in or something?”

  “No,” I bashfully reply. “I...I just don't have a lot of stuff.”

  “Doesn't even feel like someone lives here.”

  “Maybe because for the past six weeks I've been living somewhere else,” my snippy tone tears his attention away from my neatly made bed.

  “I didn't mean for that to hurt your feelings, June Bug.”

  “Well it did.”

  Doubt he would like if I told him the condo he was renting looked like the inside of an 8th graders locker with the way everything is just thrown together. While I try to keep picking up after him, I keep the strongest efforts of house cleaning to the master bathroom, which is one of the only places he doesn't turn into an art supply wash.

  Tucker slides an arm around my waist and lowers his face to mine. “I would never do that on purpose. You know that, June Bug.”

  I softly smile. “I know...”

  “We can spend more time over here,” he suggests sweetly before growing a grin I am all too familiar with. “Dinner. Movie....In fact, why don't we let your neighbors know you do in deed still live here?”

  Without waiting for confirmation, Tucker pounces my lips, the painting he was carrying finds itself leaned against the dresser. The two of us stumble across the room until his body bumps into my bed. He breaks the kiss to drop down, shedding his shirt in the process. His exposed abs and tattoos water my mouth the same way they always do.

  Wish he would've painted himself so I could hang the painting across from my bed like art porn to last me when he decides to go. Whoa. Was that a bit weird?

  I wet my lips and run a finger down his chest heading straight for the button on his jeans. Tucker tries to move in to return to kissing me when I dodge and wag my finger. “Lie back.”

  He groans his objection, but does it regardless. In a tantalizing torment, I cover his chest and abdomen with nips and nibbles, receiving a pleased sigh any time I get a little rougher. Swiftly, I undo his jeans, yank them down as well as his boxers, and wrap my hand firmly around his cock. He moans at the same time it tightens from my touch. I slowly begin to pump, eyes fixated on the tip where pre-cum is waiting to be tasted. Like a moth to flame, I find myself helpless to stay away. The first lick I deliver receives a sharp gasp, the second a barbaric growl. Teasing the tip with tiny tastes rather than delivering what it is he truly wants forces his entire body to constrict in order to restrain itself.

  Should we call this even for making fun of my basically barren apartment?

  “June,” he whimpers in frustration. I wrap my mouth around just the tip once more and hum. The welcome action receives a sigh before a groan. “I said I was sorry. You don't have to punish me.”

  After a small smirk, I slide him further down my throat, sucking and stroking alike. My tongue swiftly swirls around his shaft and savors the way it swells against my tongue. Tucker's moans heighten until the calling of my name with such passion shakes the entire bed. One hand supports me by briskly jerking while the other assists in gently tugging his nuts. The sexually lethal combination pushes him to the brink of climaxing in record timing. Tucker's hands fist themselves in my hair. I bob faster. My suction gets stronger. I give his balls the slightest addition of pain and he arches off the bed, bracing himself as a steaming, hot bitterness fills my mouth. A faint inability to breathe informs me he most likely was trying to warn me when his body betrayed him to pledge its allegiance to me. I continue to devour him making sure every last drop has been wiped clean away, leaving the defeated look on his face the only evidence of a job well done.

  Don't you agree?

  I wipe the corner of my mouth and playfully say, “You let the neighbors know I still live here. Thanks.”

  His mouth bobs but he simply falls backwards. After a small pause he states, “Come sit on my face.” The less than charming, but nonetheless enticing command is met with haste. As soon as I've shed my clothes and am practically in position, Tucker says, “Let's let the neighbors know who will be a frequent house guest. Scratch that...permanent roommate.” And with that his hot mouth latches onto my pussy without mercy.

  They can know his name, my name, and our overzealous sex schedule if it means Tucker's staying. If it means we're going to stay together for longer than the fling I know this started out as. I hate to get ahead of myself but you heard him. He plans to be a permanent resident in some way. For the first time it looks like Brandi was wrong about him. He's not going to just leave me with no warning. From the sound of it, I don't think he's going to leave at all. If he lets me, I'll more than willingly be the reason he decides to stay.

  Tucker

  I turn off the sink, thankful to finally have all the spray paint off my hands.

  June's going to love the little surprise waiting for her in the driveway. I can't seem to help it. She's the greatest inspiration I've ever had and everything I create when I'm on a high from her is made with vibrant bursts. I took a picture of one to send to Eddie since he was desperate to know what I was working on that I couldn't leave behind. He said it was some of the best work I've ever done. Full of more personal emotion from me than he had ever witnessed. I couldn't agree more. Keeping June Bug in my life is one of the best decisions I've ever had. Kinda like staying put for a while. Who knows…maybe I’ll find an art job here in town to keep busy while I convince June to work less to travel more.

  The knock on the front door grabs my attention from drying my hands. Assuming it's probably Uncle Brett coming by to go tux shopping with me, I make a hustle for it.

  I decided to go to my mother's pre wedding reception thing, not because she asked but for June. I hate how Aunt Brandi put her in the middle of our family feud and hate even more her job depends on it. The upside of her getting fired would be an easy reason for us to leave the city, but I know June loves her job too much. If we're being honest, I think she's too scared to try anything else. Maybe less scared now that she's met me. As far as this reception shit goes, technically all I have to do is show up. No one said anything about how long I have to stay nor about enjoying it.

  As soo
n as it's opened, my mother's face drops in relief. “I didn't think you'd answer.”

  “I thought you were Uncle Brett.”

  “Why-”

  “He's coming to take me tux shopping.”

  Her eyes fill with joy and the sight twists my stomach in knots.

  She really is that happy to have me coming to this thing?

  “Can I come in? I would like to talk to you for a moment?”

  Stepping to the side, I snidely ask, “You didn't come to bring me something else that used to be Dad's to make space for the shrink, did you? Perhaps a birthday card I made him when I was four or his collection of John Wayne movies? No, wait, you gave those away...”