“Please,” she whimpered.
“Do you need to come?” I asked, giving her a reprieve by trailing little kisses along her inner thigh.
She gripped my head, pulling me back to her pussy. “Yes. Yes, make me come. I need to come.”
“Give me your sweet juices, Holly.” I suckled her clit and then used my tongue to thrust inside her, swirling it around her sweet pussy walls while my thumb flicked back and forth over her clit.
Her body went taut and then shuddered, releasing her delicious pussy juice on my tongue.
“Mmm.” I stayed with her, bringing her down from her orgasm. But I wasn’t done with her. Once she had a moment to catch her breath, I inserted one finger, then two inside her pussy, feeling the walls contract around them. My dick screamed out at the unfairness that my fingers got to experience her body. I ignored him, as I sucked on her clit and once again, she cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rocked through her.
“Tucker,” she cried out. “Oh God…Oh God…”
Once again, I brought her down, until she lay quiet on the table.
I stood, taking her hand and helping her sit up.
“Taste how good you are.” I fused my mouth to hers again. When I pulled back, I held my breath as I wondered what she’d do. Would she regret this? Or would she want more?
“I still haven’t paid in full,” she said.
My dick nearly came in my pants. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
6
Holly
I reached for his pants, but he pushed my hands away.
“Let me do it. I might come before we get to the good stuff if you do it,” he said.
“Are you that close?”
He glanced up at me. “I’m fucking close.” He shoved his pants down and then swore. “Fuck…where’s my wallet?” He squatted down and dug his wallet out from his pocket. He stood as he rummaged through it until he pulled out a condom. “I swear I’m usually better at this.”
So far, he was much better than Rick had been. Rick was always a horizontal, missionary in a bed type lover. We never had sex on a table. He never went down on me. And I’d never had the impression that he was on the verge of coming. Even when he did finally come, sometimes I wasn’t sure until the condom came off filled with sperm. So, seeing Tucker was quite a revelation.
He rolled the condom on and grinned. “Okay.” He pulled my head to his and kissed me hard. “Let’s make sure you’re still wet.” He leaned down, and sucked on my nipple as his finger flicked over my clit and then slid to my pussy.
I moaned. “I’m ready.” I was beyond ready, which was surprising since he’d already given me two orgasms. I’d never thought I was a multiple orgasm woman, but Tucker was proving me wrong.
“Thank fuck.” He positioned his dick at my entrance and then plunged, filling me in one hard thrust.
I cried out and gripped his shoulders at the shock of his size and penetration.
“Jesus, did I hurt you?”
“No. God, I feel so full.” My breath stalled for a moment at the pressure and fullness.
He kissed my neck and kneaded my nipples as he moved. He let out a low groan as if he was trying to hold back. Like he was waiting for me. But I didn’t care if I came again. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man desperate to come, use my body to do it.
“Fuck me, Tucker. Hard. Fast. Whatever you want.”
He growled. It was like a tether had broken. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me forward as he plunged inside, again, and again. Each stroke, he felt bigger, longer. I swore I could feel every ridge of him as he thrust in and withdrew. Over and over.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come Holly.”
“Yes.” My hips rocked in time with his all of their own accord. Tension coiled tight in my pussy, building until I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I had to come. I was desperate for it. “Oh God Tucker…now…now!”
He thrust and then ground his pelvis against me, hitting that one spot inside me that I thought was only a myth.
I cried out again as intense pleasure burst, careening through my body, making me tense and then shudder.
“Fuuucccckkkk…” he moaned out as he rammed in again. “Yes, yes…Holly…squeeze my dick…”
His words were like a catapult, rocketing me up and sending soaring again. Our bodies shook and rocked and slapped on the table. It probably looked like a porn movie but I didn’t care. I’d never felt such an intense orgasm or had sex that seemed so primal, so raw.
Finally, he released my hips, his hands going to the table beside me as he heaved in breaths. My own breath was harsh, like my lungs were bellowing.
“That was fucking fantastic,” he said. He lifted his head and grinned. “Fucking fantastic. I knew it would be.”
I had to agree. But as the sexual haze dissipated, I began to realize what we’d just done and how I shouldn’t have allowed it. It wasn’t the booze to blame for my lack of judgement. It was Tucker and his ability to make me feel things I desperately wanted to feel. The problem was, I shouldn’t have been feeling them with him. I shouldn’t have been aroused by his body or his cheeky charm. I shouldn’t have found excitement in the way he touched me or filled me. I shouldn’t have been coming simply because he talked dirty.
Sitting naked on my table, I felt awkward and vulnerable.
As if he knew it, he took my face in his hands. “You’re beautiful. I’m going to get rid of this rubber, if you want to dress or get a robe or something.”
God damn him for being so sensitive too. God was punking me. It was bad enough to be dumped before my wedding. But now, the first man that I found interesting and sexy since Rick left me was only twenty-four? I was a joke. An embarrassment. A cougar cliché.
I nodded and waited until he left the kitchen. I jumped down from the table, and put my clothes back on. He’d taken his pants with him, so when he returned, he was dressed too. Good, maybe we could pretend this never happened, although I doubted that I’d ever be able to look at my table and not think of his sexual prowess again.
“I should get some rest,” I said before he could say anything. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted him gone so I could start forgetting this ever happened. As if I could. I had to work with this man, and now he’d eaten my pussy. He’d fucked me senseless. How was I going to see him in the halls of school and not immediately think of this moment?
He studied me for a moment. “I know you have reasons for why you think this was a bad idea. Why you think you and I are a bad idea. But I’ve just shown you why we’re not.”
I looked down. “It’s just sex, Tucker. It doesn’t mean anything.”
His dark eyes flashed with annoyance, which was the first time I’d ever seen that in him. But as quickly as it was there, it was gone.
“If you think that, you’re wrong.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll show myself out.”
I nodded, feeling bad that I probably hurt his feelings, and yet, I hoped maybe it would mean he’d get the message and stay away from me, because clearly, when he was around, I couldn’t trust myself.
I took a warm shower and then put on my least sexy pajamas and climbed into bed. As much as I knew I needed to put this experience behind me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even now, I could feel his lips on me. On my mouth. On my pussy. And when he was fucking me, oh my God, I’d never felt so full. Like every nerve ending in my pussy was stimulated. Overstimulated. My blood heated at the memory of it.
Now knowing first hand just how spectacular sex with Tucker could be, I’d have an even tougher time avoiding him. But I had to. He was right. I had many reasons to want to put the kibosh on his interest in me. I was too old for him and when he realized it or got tired of me, he’d move on. Then what? I’d be dumped again. Rick might have been lacking in sex skills, but I’d loved him and he abandoned me. I wasn’t ready to experience that again.
The truth was, I’d lied to Tucker whe
n I passed our encounter off as just sex. The reality was that there was so much to Tucker that attracted me to him. He was a man I could develop feelings for and I wasn’t ready for that yet. Not when I’d made such a bad choice in loving Rick. I couldn’t trust my hormones around Tucker, and I definitely couldn’t trust my heart.
I’d have the weekend to purge him from my body and mind, and hopefully, I could avoid him at work and around town. And if I couldn’t avoid him, I’d have to resist the temptation to be with him…somehow.
7
Tucker
I woke early with a hardon from a dream about Holly. This time, my dream conscious knew exactly how sweet she tasted and how tight her pussy was, so my morning woody was tenting the sheet. God, I wished she was here to take care of it for me. Why was she being so hard-headed about us? I was a good guy. There didn’t seem to be a specific rule from work, written or unwritten, about our dating. Her friends liked me. So what was the big deal?
What really bothered me was how I’d left. I knew she was working her way to tell me we couldn’t be together, and I just didn’t want to hear it. We’d gotten along so well during our texting phase. Why couldn’t we now?
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I should go back to the beginning and text her again. Remind her that the man she sees now is the same one she’d been flirting with by text over the summer.
I had half a mind to text her a picture of my giant woody, but Brooke had once told me that dick pics were never okay. Even between two people who were together.
“They just don’t look right on a small screen,” she’d said. Since she was a woman, I had to take her word for it.
So instead, I wrote, Good morning, and then added a kitten yawning gif, and hit send.
I waited. And waited. I was about to give up when my phone chimed with a text notification. I opened it to find a grumpy kitty gif.
I smiled. Hungover?
A little.
That bothered me some. If she was hungover, did that mean she was too drunk to have sex last night? She’d been tipsy, but I’d been so sure she was completely aware of what she was doing. Then again, afterwards, she immediately regretted it.
Oh fuck.
I knew we needed to talk.
How about breakfast at the Lucky Diner? In my experience, a full breakfast that included eggs, bacon, and pancakes was the best remedy for a hangover, after water and pain reliever.
I fully expected her to say no, but she texted back, Give me an hour.
Halle-fucking-lujah. I jumped out of bed and into the shower. Three quick hard strokes with the memory of Holly’s tits bouncing and pussy squeezing my dick, I came over the shower wall. I washed, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and combed my hair back. Then I grabbed a bottle of pain reliever and some ribbon from my teacher’s art stash tying a bow around it and then rushing off to my car.
Of course, like a silly teenage boy with his first crush, I was there early, but I was able to get us a booth in the back corner.
When she walked in, I couldn’t help but grin. She wore sunglasses, probably to avoid the bright light. Her strawberry red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with little wisps escaping. She was pale, but those freckles were still there. She was fucking adorable.
I stood as she arrived to help her into the booth. “You look great.”
She looked at me and I imagined behind those shades she was glaring at me.
I grinned. “I look great too, huh?”
She gave her head a shake, but I noted the slight smile as she scooted into the booth.
“Hey Ms. St. James,” the young waitress said as I sat down on the other side of the table.
“April, how are you?” Holly said, removing her glasses. She had dark circles under her eyes.
“Good.” She looked at me and smiled. It was a smile I knew. One that said, “He’s cute. I wonder if he’s taken?” At least that’s what Brooke had said that smile meant whenever we were out and a woman showed interest in me.
“April, this is Mr. Marshall. He’s the new fifth grade teacher at school. This is April Zane. She was a student of mine. You’re now at college, right?”
“Yes. Salvation Community College. I hope to transfer next year to University of Nebraska in Lincoln.”
“What are you studying?” I asked.
“Psychology.”
“I was a psych major,” I said. “Made me crazy.”
She laughed. “I often get whatever psychosis we’re studying. So, what will you have?”
I motioned to Holly to go first.
“Coffee for sure. And oatmeal.”
“Oatmeal?” I made a gagging noise. “She’ll have eggs and bacon, the greasier the better. And pancakes. I’ll have the same.”
April looked at Holly with a raised brow as if to ask if that was okay.
“Trust me. It’s the cure for what ails you.”
Holly shrugged. “Sure.” When April walked away, she said, “If I puke it all up, it’s your fault.”
“Here, I brought you a present.” I pulled the bottle of pain reliever with a bow on it out of my pocket. “Take two and drink that water. Drink mine too. Between that and the food, you’ll be good as new.”
“You seem to be an expert at this.”
I grinned. “It wasn’t that long ago I was in college.”
She frowned and looked down. “I know.” She said it so low, I decided not to respond.
“I have to admit, I’m a little surprised that you agreed to come after last night,” I said.
She inhaled and then exhaled a long breath. “We needed to talk about that.”
“Listen, I’m really sorry if I hurt you or took advantage…I really thought you were sober.”
Her head jerked back, and her eyes narrowed like she wasn’t sure what I was saying.
“You’re hungover which suggests you drank too much which means you might not have been of sound mind like I thought you were. Really, Holly, I’m not a man to take advanta—”
She waved her hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was completely clear and coherent.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief.
“But it shouldn’t have happened. And that’s on me, Tucker. Not you. It can’t happen again.”
Fuck. Why the hell not? We both leaned back as April brought our coffees.
When she left, I leaned forward again. “Why not?”
She poured creamer into her coffee and then instead of drinking, twisted the cup on the table. “You’re a great guy, Tucker. Really you are. But I’m not interested in a relationship and even if I was, you and I…we wouldn’t work.”
“Bullshit.”
She looked at me the way I suspected she looked at a student who might swear at her.
Letting out a breath I worked to be calm. “I disagree. Our summer chats prove we’re emotionally stable and are compatible in our interest and values.”
“Are you using your psych degree on me?”
“Are you saying that mutual interests and values are bullshit?”
“No but—”
“Alright let’s get baser. Last night, we fit. We fit perfectly. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
She blushed and looked down.
“Tell me that it wasn’t spectacular.” I dared her to lie to me about how great we were last night, with a fear that she just might. Afterall, she’d told me it was just sex.
“It was lovely.”
Jesus. Lovely? It wasn’t a stroll through the park. It was a mind-blowing fuck. I had to turn away to keep from calling her out. April approached with our breakfast. I used the time she took to serve us to get calm.
“You’d be better off asking April out,” Holly said once April left.
I looked at the waitress. She was young and pretty. Sure, she had assets. But I wasn’t interested.
“Why?” I asked.
“She doesn’t work with you for one.”
“Don’t use that. We know that’s not an exc
use. Tell me the truth Holly. I’ve been totally upfront with you on what I’m thinking. I at least deserve to know the truth about why you don’t think I’m good enough for you.”
Her eyes widened. “It’s not that you’re not good enough. If anything, you’re too good.”
I simply stared at her.
“As Becky blurted out to you, I was recently dumped at the altar. I’m not ready to jump into a relationship again.”
I sat back in the booth, not sure I believed her and at the same time, I understood that it was scary to jump back into the love ring after suffering a knockout.
“The point is, I’m not going to date you, Tucker.”
The meal I’d been so looking forward to eating, now looked unappetizing.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on,” she finished.
“No.” I pushed my plate away. “I knew you were resistant. I just hoped that my charm would make you change your mind.”
I had to accept her position. She didn’t want to date, but I knew she liked me. She’d enjoyed fucking me. So maybe, over time, when her heart wasn’t so newly broken, she’d be more open to me. I just had to bide my time.
If I couldn’t date her now, I could at least be her friend. That was how we started over text, and hadn’t I made the decision to go back to the beginning when I texted her this morning?
I pulled my plate back and picked up the bacon. “Is tipping cows a thing?”
8
Holly
Cow tipping? I stared at him for a moment not sure what had happened. I’d expected him to be angry. To call me out for leading him on and then cutting things off. Instead, he asked about cow tipping.
“Ah…no. Cows sleep laying down. They’re light sleepers so you’re not likely to sneak up on one. Plus, have you seen a cow up close? They’re huge. You’re not likely to tip one over.”
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