Fools (Licking Thicket 3)

I let out an animalistic groan. “Fuck. Let me in. Tell me what to do. Where’s the stuff? What do we need? Fuck! I forgot how to work sex.”

He laughed into the soft bedspread as I smacked his ass and reached for the pump bottle of lube on my nightstand. I came back to him with enough to get us started. I kissed his shoulder blade and began to kiss a line down his spine as I reached between his cheeks.

“I’m such a fucking lucky bastard,” I whispered between kisses. His hole clenched when he felt the cool slick on my fingers, so I shushed him and murmured more words of gratitude and affection. I truly didn’t know why he was even giving me a chance. He deserved better than a hick dairy farmer from middle Tennessee. He deserved a smart, polished, successful guy like Carter Rogers. But how could someone like Carter possibly love Tucker Wright more than I did?

I used my fingers to tease him while moving my body up to whisper dirty shit in his ear. God, I wanted to make him lose his mind with lust. “So tight for me, aren’t you, sweetheart, mmhm. Squeeze my finger. Like that. Fuck, what you do to me. I want inside your body, to be closer to you. Please.”

“Dunn.” His voice shook and his eyes stayed closed. One fist was tightly clutching the comforter while the other had grabbed my wrist. He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted me to push deeper in or pull out.

“You okay, baby?” I asked before kissing the edge of his ear. “Am I doing it right?”

He huffed out a laugh which made me smile. After a few minutes of my teasing him with my fingers, circling around, dipping deep inside, he spoke again, so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “Are you sure?”

I reached for the lube and got another pump before returning to my task. As I slid more fingers inside, I moved my lips back to his ear. “One night at the cabin last summer, you fell asleep on the sofa. It was hot as hell, and we were both in our underwear.”

“I remember,” he said in a drugged-out voice. “I couldn’t stop staring at your bubble butt. You slept on your stomach in tight boxer briefs, and I thanked God for that. Several times. Pretty sure I slept with my hand in my pants.”

“Mm. Pretty sure you didn’t. I was watching you too. You stretched out your leg at one point, and I could see the head of your dick. I stared at it.” The hot clench of his body was making me crazy with need, and the memory of watching him—worried he was going to catch me perving on him—made my dick even harder. “I thought about the guy you’d gone on a date with… Winn? Pinn? Something like that. The rude fucker from Knoxville. Anyway—”

“Gen,” he corrected with a laugh. “Short for Genesis. He was raised super religious I think.”

I didn’t care what the guy’s name was. “I pictured him licking the head of your cock, the smooth purple head I could see in the early morning light through the window. I don’t even know why I was imagining it. Maybe I wanted you then and was too stupid to realize it. But, God, the thought of him sucking your dick made me feel so funny. Angry. At least I thought so at the time.”

His breath was coming faster and faster as my fingers stretched his hole.

“D, baby, you’re… I can’t… please.”

I moved over on top of him and slicked up my cock. Just the quick, utilitarian strokes were almost enough to shoot me off. “Fuck,” I hissed. “Want you so much. I’ve fucking dreamed about this since that kiss in the orchard last fall.”

Tucker spun around so fast, he knocked me onto my back on the bed. “What?”

He climbed on top of me, his chest heaving with breath and his cheeks flushed apple red. I ran a hand up his chest and used the other to jack his dick because I knew how good it felt. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’m trying really hard not to think about wasted time.”

His face softened. “You’re making me crazy. For real. What do you mean you dreamed about this?”

“That kiss. Jesus, Tuck. That kiss changed everything. Ever since then, I just… I can’t… nothing sits right. Nothing feels right. Nothing makes sense. It’s why I kept trying to get you settled with someone so I could stop fucking thinking about it.”

“And now?”

I took in a deep breath, held it for a beat, and then blew it out. “Now I think I finally understand what people mean when they call it making love.”

Had he been any other person in the world, I would have been embarrassed to use that phrase. But he wasn’t. He was Tucker.