28. Tucker #2
River rubs his hands together, remembering he’ll get my undivided attention, and I regret getting that ride with him.
Between the two brothers, I’m wishing I’d asked Clay instead.
I look over at the other Nichols brother and I can tell he knows exactly what I’m thinking. The laugh he lets out confirms it too.
The moment I walk into the apartment, Baylee sits up on the couch, yawning. From the blanket hanging off the opposite end, it looks like she slept in the living room.
“Bay, why are you out here?” I drop my bag at the door after locking up behind me.
She stretches her arms above her head, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Even as she’s waking up, with her hair haphazardly pointing in all directions, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“I just got up and fell asleep again. I wanted to wait out here for you,” she says. “My class got canceled today.” She rests her head on her hands as she waits for me to walk over to her. I lean over and kiss her lips.
I look over at the coffee table and see some crafting supplies laid out.
“What’s all that?” I gesture.
“Oh, your mom taught me how to cross-stitch last time I went over there. Dr. Nuys told me picking up a hobby outside of school might be good to get my mind off everything with Myles, and your mom said embroidery is fun. She wasn’t wrong. Turns out I’m not bad at it.” She shrugs .
“So that’s the design you went with while sitting across from my mom?” I look at her.
“Well, obviously not. This is what I’m doing while I’m here. The ‘Fuck Cancer’ design is the one I do while I’m around your mom. She likes that one.” She smiles brightly.
“That’s a relief. I was hoping an embroidered dick wasn’t something you were doing while hanging out with my sweet mother.” I laugh, although I wouldn’t put it past Baylee to do something like that.
“It’s not just any dick, Tucker; it’s yours, obviously. Don’t you see how I put a shimmery thread right there and embroidered your piercing to show it’s your dick?” She gives me a duh expression.
“How could I have missed that?” I deadpan.
“How was your night?” She changes the subject, even though I know she’s holding back a laugh at how ridiculous this entire conversation has been so far.
“Long. I felt like the minute we got back to the station and got comfortable, there'd be another call. It was one thing after another, but all the calls were successful. No losses, so that’s always positive,” I tell her as I move toward the kitchen.
“That’s always a good thing,” she says. “Your mom was doing well when I left the house.” She stretches again and yawns.
“Why don’t you go to bed and try to catch a few more hours of sleep if you don’t have class?” I say as I grab a mug.
“Because I missed you and now that I don’t have class, I want to spend it staring at you and maybe touching you all over,” she says.
I look over my shoulder and catch her looking at my ass. “Excuse me, were you checking me out?”
She bites her lower lip and finally looks up to meet my eyes. “Maybe. Can’t I ogle my husband?” The smirk she gives me tells me she only has one thing on the agenda this morning .
I can’t help the way my dick reacts to the smoldering way her gaze keeps taking me in. “Well, if you crave something, why don’t you come show me what you’d like.”
She throws the blanket off her and makes her way over.
The way she confidently strides over to me shows the Baylee I remember from before that monster got ahold of her.
I don’t see the vulnerable person she was the night I got that call from her anymore.
That heavy shield that kept her down with fear and shame is no longer holding her back.
She’s standing tall and strong again. Seeing that beauty shine brightly from her is something that only makes me feel pride for this woman I love.
The moment she’s within my reach, I bring my fingers through her hair and she leans into my touch.
“I hope you know that without you, I don’t exist.” I brush my lips against hers.
“You’re a ray of light, Tucker.” She runs her fingers through my beard.
“Now I know what life looks like with you in it. I can’t exist without you by my side, Firefly.” I grab her cheeks and kiss her, deepening the connection. I swallow her moan, intertwining our tongues. She grabs my forearms, and I feel her dig her nails into my skin and it only turns me on.
“I love you, wife,” I say when I pull away slightly.
I know our vows still need to be official, but that piece of paper doesn’t prove to me that she’s mine.
This right here, holding her in my arms is the only proof I need.
From the way she smiles before I once again bring my lips back to hers, I know she feels the same.
“I need to taste you,” I tell her. “Now.”
Instead of waiting for her to react, I pick her up and put her on the kitchen island.
She yelps and giggles as I move her to sit down, moving her legs wide in front of me.
I bring her lips to me again, moving my hands into her hair, tugging slightly, coercing another moan out of her.
Her sounds are only making me harder behind my sweats.
She moves her legs around my middle and pulls my body closer to her.
I can feel her nipples hard against my chest.
I pull away from her slightly and move my hands down her front, squeezing her breasts from the outside of her shirt.
“Mmm,” she moans and I love how reactive she is with her breasts.
I’m about to pull my hat off my head, when Baylee shakes her head.
“No, the hat stays on. Turn it backwards,” she orders.
I do as she asks and the moment I do, she moans and bites her lower lip as she nods in agreement.
“How wet are you for me, baby?” I ask her.
“Why don’t you put your mouth there and find out for yourself?” She grabs my face for a punishing kiss before pulling away. “I’ve missed you all night and my vibrator wasn’t enough for me.”
I groan as I begin alternating between kisses and nibbles down her body until I reach her navel. I grab the waistband of her sleep pants and begin to tug everything down in one fell swoop. I throw everything to the ground, exposing her to me and bite my knuckles. She’s perfection.
I see her glistening pussy staring back at me, ready to be devoured. My dick is aching behind my sweats, but he’s going to have to wait right now.
“Fuck, Tucker, you’re killing me,” she whines.
I love seeing her antsy. I simply chuckle and it just gets her more irritated.
“So impatient this morning, wife,” I lean in and take a bite of her inner thigh and immediately run my tongue up her leg, which pulls a moan from her lips. I see the goosebumps forming along her skin.
“Tucker, please,” she begs.
“What do you want, baby?” I ask, taunting her even more .
“You know what I want.” She writhes even more, looking down.
I’m so close to her pussy, I blow air onto her folds and she moans even more.
“Tucker, please fuck me with that tongue of yours,” she nearly yells.
“Like this?” I run my tongue through her center, which causes her to arch her back and she lets out a scream.
I hold her thighs open as I continue the strokes with my tongue, keeping my eyes on her.
I add a finger, then another, pumping into her, curling it inside of her to rub against that sensitive spot.
Watching her lose her mind as I move through her pussy only gets me more turned on.
With all her sounds getting louder, I’m sure I’m going to blow my load before I get inside her.
Baylee brings her hand over my hat and holds on as she rides my face. Fuck, the sounds she’s making are so hot. It only spurs me on to fuck her harder with my mouth.
“Yes, damn it, Tucker, right there,” she’s screaming, and soon, I can tell, she’s climaxing. “Oh, yes... I’m... yes, fuck, yes.”
Her legs start shaking and I stop holding them back. She constricts my head with her thighs as her orgasm takes over. She arches her back, and her body convulses as I taste her on my tongue.
I don’t give her much time to recover before I’m standing and pushing my sweats down my legs until my cock springs free. I had plans to carry her to our bed, but I honestly can’t wait another second.
The minute my dick is out, I bring Baylee closer to the edge. She’s still panting and looking down, her smile sated.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
I run my cock through her folds, and she reacts because she’s still sensitive. She spreads her legs apart, welcoming me .
That’s all the invitation I need, and I line myself up and thrust to the hilt.
Her top is still on, and I take the chance to push her shirt up and grab her breasts as I thrust into her.
I pinch each nipple and pull a moan from her, which spurs me on even more.
I bend forward to pull a nipple into my mouth.
I pop off one breast and move on to the other, giving each equal attention.
I can’t help the punishing pace and we both chase our highs.
It doesn’t take long until I feel Baylee’s walls constrict as her next orgasm crashes over her.
Her climax lasts for some time and her screams ricochet off the walls.
I see the sweat beading off her forehead and I continue to pound into her.
Once she’s coming down, I slow my pace. I’m convinced I can get another out of her.
“One more, baby,” I demand.
I change my angle slightly, bringing one of her legs up on my shoulder. Right then, she moans and I know my piercing is hitting differently than before. The minute she feels the change, she arches her back and I begin at a faster pace. I bring my thumb to her clit.
“Shit, Tucker, right there,” she moans.
“You close?” I feel my own orgasm looming.
“Yes, keep going... right there,” she demands.
I keep at it at the same pace and soon she’s screaming my name. The minute she climaxes again, I feel my own orgasm hit me. My vision goes black, and my thrusts slow down as I empty into her.
“Fuck, that was...” I say as I drop kisses along her chest and neck, eventually kissing her lips. “That was intense.”
“I would agree.” She smiles against my lips.
“Maybe we should take a shower?” I ask her.
“Yes, maybe we should. Maybe we can get dirty again in there too.” She winks.
My girl is insatiable.