2. Chapter 1 #2
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Since he’d already paid the check, we headed out of the diner quickly, jumping in his car and laughing as we peeled out of the parking lot.
The only other vehicle in the driveway when we whipped in was Sean’s. Sean was Tucker’s personal bodyguard, but he didn’t have to follow Tuck to school. It was one of the concessions Zephyr made so that Tucker could enjoy his high school years like a somewhat normal person.
But he was always waiting at home when we got back, and would probably be pissed we went to the diner without telling him.
Oh well.
Tucker had the vehicle in park and was unbuckled, out of the car, and opening my door before I even realized what was going on. With a quickness I didn’t know he possessed, my seatbelt was off and he was lifting me from my seat and running us into the house.
Sean’s head poked out of the security room and his eyes widened when he saw us. “What’s going on? Is she hurt? Do I need to call the doctor?”
I couldn’t help but laugh as Tucker yelled his response without stopping, heading towards the stairs and taking them two at a time. “She’s fine. Don’t disturb us. We need to have privacy for a… chat.”
I heard Sean groan. “I swear to God, Tucker Givenchy, if you deflower her before your wedding night, all of our heads will literally roll.”
He wasn’t wrong. But Tucker and I also weren’t stupid. We knew the stakes, and that’s why we’d been extremely careful. He wouldn’t even chance anal sex, even though all my research had shown that there was no possible way that it would lead to my hymen being torn.
I really did wish my stupid hymen wasn’t so important to my father.
I wished my family was like Tucker’s. Leyla had lost her virginity a year ago and had no qualms about fucking whomever she wanted.
I didn’t even want to live my best slutty life.
I just wanted to be able to connect with this man that I’d developed strong feelings for, okay, fine, the man I loved, on that level.
I also really didn’t want to have the bedsheets with my virginal blood hanging in the grand hall during brunch the morning after my wedding. Talk about the utmost embarrassment.
As soon as Tucker’s bedroom door was closed and locked, his lips crashed into mine, taking all of those thoughts from my head.
We stripped each other’s clothes off frantically as we made our way to his bed, our lips only separating to pull our shirts over our heads.
When my thighs hit his bed, he reached down, picked me up and tossed me on the bed, pushing me back so I was laying fully down. “God, you’re so gorgeous, Ari.”
The way that his eyes took in my naked form did so many things to me. My heart swelled with pride at the adoration in his stare. My pussy dripped from the heat in that look. Tucker always took his time drinking me in, and while I’d felt self-conscious the first time, I loved it so fucking much now.
Finally, his eyes connected with mine as he lowered himself onto the bed, his face hovering just above my mound. He didn’t break eye contact as his tongue made a swipe through my slit and he moaned.
“This pussy here,” he parted my folds and licked my clit, making my hips buck off the bed, “is all mine. For the rest of our lives.” His attention went to my core as a finger rubbed against my entrance.
“I can’t wait to feel inside of you. Learn those pleasure points and use them to give you ecstasy you didn’t know was possible. ”
I couldn’t wait either. Girls at school talked about how badly their boyfriends sucked at pleasing them, but that had never been the case with Tucker. He always made sure I came first and promised that once we were married, I’d always cum twice.
I didn’t doubt it for a second.
As his tongue worked lazy circles around my clit, his hands moved up my stomach, taking my breasts in his hands as he gently teased my nipples. He was amazing at starting with such a light touch, knowing that rough had its place, but it wasn’t straight out of the gate.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build, release on the horizon.
My hands came down to his head, my fingers running through his jet black hair that was grown out on top but shaved on the sides, loving how silky it felt.
Those ice blue Givenchy eyes met mine and held contact as he groaned against me, loving having his hair played with, while he increased the speed of his tongue and pinched my nipples.
That was all it took to set me off. I fell over that edge, wishing I wasn’t empty while I did.
Leyla said orgasms were so much more intense when your pussy had something to bounce off of when it constricted, but I’d yet to get to experience that.
The smirk on Tucker’s face as he placed a kiss to my mound before pulling away had me ready to go. I was going to knock that smirk off his gorgeous face as soon as his dick was in my mouth.
Most girls at school talked about how much they hated giving blow jobs, but it was one of my favorite things to do.
Tucker was usually so controlled, but when his dick was in my mouth, he lost it.
I was the only one that would make that carefully crafted restraint fade away and the power of that was addictive.
He flopped over to the side as I sat up to get in position. I much preferred this when he was laying down on his back. It made it so that I could move however I wanted, getting as much access as possible.
With his cock in my hand, I kept my eyes locked on his as I opened wide and took him to the back of my throat. Sometimes I liked to go slow and work him to madness, but other times I liked to go in for the kill. Today, that was the method I was choosing.
His groan spurred me on as his head flopped backward onto the bed. “Goddamn, Ari. You’re so fucking good at this. I’m not gonna last if you keep up that pace.”
That was okay. I wasn’t worried about him lasting long. I wanted to please him, to make sure that he got this release and was relieved of some of the stress he’d been carrying.
Especially since he’d have to go two months without this once we got to my father’s home. While technically what we were doing wasn’t against the rules, I knew neither one of us would be able to relax enough to really enjoy ourselves.
We also couldn’t really trust that my father wouldn’t try to make an issue out of it, claiming he was being disrespected under his own roof.
As I increased the suction on him, I gently cupped his balls in my free hand, rolling them around and tugging slightly on them.
His control was completely gone with that move and his hands moved to my head, holding me in place as he thrust his hips a few more times before the salty tang of his seed hit my mouth and he stilled.
Turns out, a quickie was exactly what was needed because as soon as I’d released Tucker from my mouth and sat up, we heard stomping coming up the stairs.
“Ari! I hope to God you’re here and not fucking my brother right now!”
Tucker groaned and scrubbed his hands up and down his face. “I swear, she has the worst timing.”
I looked at him from the corner of my eye as I got off the bed and started getting dressed. “I think the worst timing would have been before you finished.”
He hopped off the bed and started pulling on his clothes too, knowing his sister would be at his door soon. “Maybe, but ruining the after glow and our cuddle time afterward is almost as bad.”
We’d just gotten dressed and I opened the door when Leyla stopped outside the door, hand poised to knock.
“Good. You’re both here and dressed.” She marched right on in without an invitation, which meant she wanted both of us.
If she’d just wanted me, she would have grabbed my arm and pulled me from the room. “I want to put a hit out on Bradley."
Bradley and Leyla were always fighting. I really didn’t get why they were still together but never before had she wanted him dead.
Tucker and I both responded at the same time, but with much different messages.
Tuck sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, a move I’d seen his dad and uncles do a million times. “You can’t just order a hit on someone because they pissed you off.”
“Does he need to die slowly or will a sniper work?” Obviously, there was a reason Leyla and I were ride or dies, and I would ride with this bitch to hell if that’s what it took.
Tucker whirled on me, shock written all over his face, while I saw Leyla smile behind him. “You can’t just order hits on people. That’s not how the world works!”
I shrugged. “It’s how my world works. I could have him dead within hours if you give me the specifics of what’s needed.
” I paused, looking at my bestie. “I mean, if you want torture, it’ll take longer to get together than a couple hours, and cost a hell of a lot more, but it’s not like you can’t afford it. ”
Ley’s smile grew. “And this is why you're my BBF.”
She’d decided the day that I moved to Crestwood that instead of BFF’s, we were BBF’s, best bitches forever.
Leyla skipped across the room to where I stood and looped her arm through mine, turning us and leading me out the door as she spoke to her brother over her shoulder. “Don’t bother us for a while. We have a murder to plan.”