25. Tucker
25
TUCKER
I can’t believe how proud I am of her as we drive home. She hasn’t said much, probably because her mouth is bleeding, but somehow, I know she’s proud of herself, too.
She’s also embarrassed. It’s funny how those two emotions can exist at the same time. “Are you sure your dad is not going to kick me out now? Maybe he just didn’t want to do it there, at the school.”
“He is not going to kick you out.” No, if anything, he sees for himself how tough it’s been for her. I’m more than a little ashamed now, knowing I played a part in making her life more unhappy than it already was.
“How do you know for sure?”
Because he knows the sort of asshole your dad is and wouldn’t force you to go back there . “I just do. Enough questions.”
Since I know that’s not going to work, I grin at her, chuckling a little. “I wish I could’ve seen it happen.”
“I honestly can’t believe it did.”
“Think of it this way. Now you know you just have to find somebody whose ass you can kick the next time you need to get rid of your worst feelings.”
“Don’t do that,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. “Don’t joke about it.”
“Who said I was joking?” I ask. “I’m dead serious. Tell me you don’t feel better now that you kicked her ass.”
“I didn’t really kick her ass,” she whispers.
“I don’t know. Out of the two of you, she was the one who looked like she got run over by a truck. A split lip? You have hardly any damage. I would say you’re the winner of the fight.” And it’s sort of hot, to tell the truth.
The thing is, she wants to be glad. I can see it in her, I can feel it. She is proud of herself underneath all of her anxiety. If only she would let go of that. She might actually enjoy her life a little bit.
That’s what is weighing on my mind by the time we get home to find the house empty and quiet. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I’m already out of the truck before she protests that she can do it herself, which I ignore. She’s going to have to get used to me looking out for her, since for some reason, something inside me wants nothing more than to do that.
I can’t make any sense of it, but I’m sure as hell not going to stop just because she’s stubborn and doesn’t want to admit I know what she needs. I understand her almost too well, and it’s sort of scary… but in a good way. Like going on a roller coaster, knowing it’ll turn out okay in the end, but feeling the fluttering in your gut, anyway.
“I ruined Wren’s shirt,” she murmurs once we reach the bedroom, and she strips away the button-down, sleeveless blouse. I’m sort of amazed Tiana didn’t get a hold of it and rip it open, but it doesn’t seem like she had much of a chance to defend herself once she set Maya off.
That’s why I’m laughing quietly when she turns to me as I flip the lights on in the bathroom. “I just really wish I had seen it happen,” I tell her again with a helpless shrug. “I’m sorry. Maybe that’s kind of my thing. I didn’t know it until now. Watching girls fight.”
“I’m glad you’re getting some enjoyment out of it.”
I wave her into the room while running the water in the sink. “Don’t get me wrong,” I tell her once she’s joined me. “It’s not just that you guys fought. It’s that you stood up for yourself. I’m really glad you did.”
Her eyes meet mine as I dampen a washcloth under the warm water. “You’re serious?” Now that her lip has fully swollen, her speech is a little slurred, but there’s something almost cute about it.
She winces when I touch the cloth to her chin, wiping up the blood. “I’m serious,” I tell her, glancing away from her chin. She’s watching me closely, maybe a little nervous. “She fucked with the wrong person today. It was a lesson she needed to learn.”
“She did,” Maya finally agrees, and I can hear the relief in her voice when she does. Like she really didn’t want to admit it until now. I’m glad I could do that for her. I can give her a little peace.
“Brace yourself,” I murmur, finally dabbing at her bloody lip. She sucks in a pained breath, and I wince. “Sorry. I really can’t avoid this.”
“You know, I can do it myself.”
“Yeah, well… I’m already doing it.” I almost made a huge mistake and said what actually came to mind as a response. You have already taken care of yourself for too long.
I really need to get a handle on my feelings for her. This is entirely too fucked up, and it’s only getting worse. Every time our eyes meet, every time she offers a little smile or a soft laugh. Every time she looks at me with fear in her eyes, trembling like she’s all alone. She is the last person I should have these feelings for—I haven’t forgotten what she threatened to do to me.
But right now, that doesn’t seem so important. Maybe because I know her better. Maybe because I have heard the sort of shit she’s had to live with all this time. Her own father, threatening to tell everybody she killed her mother. How can that not fuck a person up?
Once the worst of the damage is wiped away, I turn back to the sink to rinse the washcloth. “I hope Tiana owns a lot of sunglasses,” I mutter, snickering. “Maybe somebody got it on video. Now that, I would pay to see.”
“You mean for once, maybe somebody documented something that wouldn’t completely humiliate me? Tell me more,” she whispers. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and she looks away, frowning.
“She deserves it, and you know she does. A taste of her own medicine.” When I turn back to her, it’s not me she’s looking at.
It’s a box of razors in the medicine cabinet. Disposable blades, not the kind she’s used to using, but still. If she wanted to inflict a little damage on herself, she would only have to press hard enough to do it. And I’m sure she knows that.
“I know you’re not thinking about using one of those.” I watch her reflection, the way her gaze widens before darting away. She knows she’s been caught, and I almost resent her for thinking I’m stupid. Like I wasn’t going to notice.
She’s looking at the floor when I take her chin and tip it upward until we are eye to eye. “Don’t even think about it,” I mutter, and something about the possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. It’s no wonder she looks so surprised. “You are not going to do that anymore. Do you understand? Say it.”
“I… I mean…” She lowers her gaze, swallowing hard.
“I’m not letting go until you agree not to do it again. And if you don’t think I’ll check every fucking day,” I warn, “you’re mistaken. If I have to follow you everywhere, that’s what I’ll do. You will not make a single move on your own if I even suspect you’re going to harm yourself. You don’t do that anymore. Understood?”
Her wide eyes find mine, searching for understanding. How is she supposed to find it when I don’t understand myself? “Why does this matter so much?” she whispers.
Good question. I wish I knew the answer.
The best I can do is back her against the counter and wedge a leg between hers, letting my hands run up her bare sides, savoring the way she shivers at my touch. “Because you’re mine, or have you already forgotten?” I growl, my dick going hard when she shivers again, and her gaze falls on my mouth. “And I don’t like other people fucking with what’s mine. Understood?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I take her by the back of her head, burying my hand in her strawberry blonde curls. “Do you understand?” I ask again.
The best she can do is offer a soft squeak before my free hand finds her bra clasp and pops it open. Her lips part so she can release a soft, deep sigh when I cup one of her perfect tits, weighing it in my hand before brushing my thumb over the tip of her stiffening nipple.
It goes fully hard as she arches her back like she’s giving herself to me. Of course she is, because this is what she wants. It’s what she needs.
And what do I need? At the moment, I need to hear her moan. I need to remind myself of what I just told her, that she is mine to do with as I please. That means lowering my head so my mouth can replace my hand, tugging her nipple with my pursed lips, flicking with my tongue until her hands find my head so she can hold me closer, pull me in tighter, make my scalp tingle as her nails graze it.
“Oh, yes,” she whispers, and I love the sound. The way she gives in so completely, knowing she’s fully in the moment with me. No hesitation, no questioning. The pursuit of what her body wants.
Right now, her body wants me, judging by the way her hips begin to move.
“What is it you want?” I whisper before switching to her other nipple so I can tease it with my tongue. Fuck, she tastes so good. I could live off the taste of her skin alone. Something about her wakes up something in me, a part of me that craves and needs deeper than I’ve ever needed anything. This is more than getting my dick wet. It’s more intense, addictive.
She doesn’t answer in words—no, she turns her face away like she’s ashamed, but she also bears down on my leg to rub her pussy against it harder than before. She can’t deny it any more than I can.
“My cock? Is that it?” I have to laugh at her soft whimpers, like she hates how easy it is for me to do this to her. I know that hatred. And I know how easy it is to make it explode into something hotter and fiercer.
“I could make you come,” I whisper while I play with her tits and paint her skin with my tongue. “Would you like that? Would you like to come for me?”
Her short, sharp breaths come faster, and her fingers tangle my hair while she moans. My dick goes rigid at the sound. I’m dripping in my shorts, straining to be free, until I have to sit her on the counter and spread her legs, pressing myself tight against her hot mound.
“Oh, god,” she moans, leaning back against the mirror, closing her eyes. Even with a fat lip, she’s beautiful and—maybe more because of it, the imperfection making the rest of her look that much better. Her tits rise and fall with every ragged breath she takes. I could jerk off just watching her like this, but it’s much better to feel and taste, to know I am the one who makes her whimper and moan like she is, especially when I grind against her mound. She’s so hot, so ready, wrapping her legs around my thighs to pull me in. She might not say it out loud, but her body can’t lie.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, when I trail kisses down her stomach, which clenches when I swirl my tongue around her navel. All I do is glance up at her, locking eyes for a second before unbuttoning her jeans and working them down. When she doesn’t lift her hips right away, I do it for her, pulling them over her ass, taking her lace-trimmed panties with them.
She goes tense, but I shush her, my breath making her tremble when it hits her skin. “Relax,” I whisper, spreading her legs wider and staring at her glistening, pink pussy. The only thing that’s given me any peace lately, the only way of escaping my troubled thoughts.
It’s incredible, watching her react when I purse my mouth to blow across those bald lips. They glisten with her excitement, parting a little bit to let her pink bud poke through. It’s swollen, getting darker as blood rushes to it. Soon her hands are on my head again. But the harder she tries to make me give her what she needs most, the more time I take, because I’m not letting her call the shots.
“What is it you want?” I ask, looking up, watching her face contort in frustration.
“You’re killing me,” she whimpers.
“That’s what you want? For me to kill you?” When she snarls, I can only laugh even though I’m pretty sure my dick is going to snap in half if I don’t let it free soon.
“No! Just… it hurts. Make it stop hurting.” She pulls my head closer, tilting her hips in her desperation. “Please, Tucker. Lick me. Eat me. Make me come.”
Holy fuck. Like anything could stop me now. With my hands on her thighs to hold her still, I drag my tongue along her slit, savoring her musky sweetness while she bucks her hips hard enough I have to pull back a little or else break my nose. “Easy,” I murmur, looking up at her again. “This won’t be much fun if I’m injured.”
“Sorry… oh, god, please!” Her juices are flowing, coating her lips and running down her crack. I lap up every drop, my tongue plundering her, exploring every inch of skin, diving inside her quivering folds, ravishing her while she moans helplessly and scrapes her nails along my scalp. I’m lost in sensation, lost in her, completely overwhelmed and wanting nothing but more, more, everything I can take. Everything I can give her.
“Oh, yes!” she sobs when I zero in on her clit, flicking it, teasing it, feeling it swell under my tongue while her juices coat my chin. Somewhere in the room, an animal is grunting. It’s me, driven half insane by the need to make her explode on my tongue.
And when she does, my heart pounds hard enough that I’m sure it will explode. She grips my head, screaming, laughing, drowning me in her juices. And like the greedy fuck I am, I lick up every drop, taking all of her, everything she can give me, and thrusting my tongue inside her juicy cunt when it’s not enough. It will never be enough.
“Shit! Oh, god!” she squeals, humping my face, barely breathing between moans. “Yes! Yes! Keep going… just like that!” Her muscles flutter, her legs shake, and I am dripping into my shorts by the time I have to give up or else die from need. The need to be inside her, to feel those muscles clenching around my cock.
Her eyes darken when I stand and strip off my shorts and boxer briefs. I can’t help gasping in surprise when she wraps a hand around me and strokes, drawing one groan after another from deep in my chest. “I want you to come on my cock,” I growl, thrusting into her fist. “Put it inside you.”
With a shudder, she does as I ask, guiding me, staring deep into my eyes as she does. A shiver runs through me before I move my hips, pushing forward until my tip drags through her wet heat and makes her whimper. “That’s right,” I tell her, closing my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me. “Let me feel that tight pussy around my cock.”
And then I push forward, breaching her quivering hole and letting her swallow me up. So fucking tight! And so hot and wet, enveloping me. It’s heaven. I don’t want to ever stop being locked with her this way. With her hands on my back, clawing at me through my shirt. That’s not enough—I pull it over my head and throw it aside so she can touch my skin, so I can feel her better.
Then she surprises me by sitting up, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her tits against my chest. I can feel her heart pounding the way mine does. And somehow, this is even better, being this close, with her body wrapped around me. Her pussy threatens to milk me dry with every flutter of her muscles as I move in and out, listening to the way she moans in my ear before her tongue traces the seashell curve of it.
“Yes, Tucker.” She breathes, her nails dragging over my skin and making me groan, quickening my pace. “Yes, just like that. That feels so good.”
It does. It’s incredible, beyond anything I’ve ever felt or even imagined. Every stroke takes me closer, builds the pressure in my balls, makes her clench a little tighter around me. Promising so much—relief, release, oblivion. That’s what I need. To have everything swept away, to forget the world.
And she’s here with me, touching me, fucking me, whispering in my ear. “Yes, yes, more… so good…”
I can’t hold on anymore. My rhythm turns into quick, hard rutting, the kind that makes sloppy wet sounds echo in the room as I move harder, faster, until she arches against me. Her pussy tightens like a vice a second before she comes around me, drenching me, giving me no choice but to pull out and take hold of myself before coating her with my cum. Rope after rope of sticky seed covers her mound and drips from her lips by the time I’m finished, completely drained, completely satisfied.
And once the pounding in my ears quiets, I hear her soft gasps as she recovers. “Holy shit,” she moans, trembling. The sound makes me reach for her, taking her in my arms and holding her against my chest while we both come down from the dizzy heights of our high.
I don’t know what to think about any of it. The way she makes me feel, how easy it is to lose myself in her. I only know I don’t want to give it up. I couldn’t if I tried.
Once we’re both a little more in control of ourselves, I pull back with a grin. “What do you think? Is that a decent alternative to how you usually work out your feelings?”
Her cheeks flush, and she rolls her eyes, but she also nods. “Yeah, I think maybe we should make a habit of that. You know, to give me an outlet.”
That’s what she wants to call it? Fine with me. It’s too good for me to argue, and I would be the stupidest fuck on the planet if I did. “Come on. Let’s clean up.” Turning on the shower, I grab a couple of fluffy towels and hang them outside the shower door before holding out a hand to help her inside. After cleaning my cum from her skin, we take our time soaping each other up, exploring slowly in no rush now. It’s so nice, I almost can’t believe I’ve gone so long without it. This sense of connection. Like we can leave the world behind in favor of this. I almost wish it could be like this all the time.
Even if there’s still part of me that’s not sure whether she’s in this because she wants to be, or because she needs my help.