Fools (Licking Thicket 3)

I clamped my lips shut as his lubed finger found my hole. The resulting intake of breath caused me to bite my lip. “Fuck, that hurts!”

Tucker’s face fell, and he yanked his hand away. “Sorry!”

“No, baby,” I said, tonguing my lip. “I bit my lip. You’re good. Really good. I love it when you touch me. Anywhere.”

His face relaxed and he leaned against me again, reaching down to play with me. He ran a thumb across the tight skin of my balls. Watching his big, masculine fingers playing with me made my heart thunder. No one had ever made me feel so good in bed. He knew exactly how to touch me to make my body shake with need.

Tucker took his time, teasing me with slick fingers, and then his mouth on my dick. I changed my mind about who needed to fuck who about a thousand times, but no matter how much whimpering and begging I did, that mesmerizing man stayed the course.

Finally, fucking finally, he decided we were ready for the next step.

“I thought you already fucked me,” I teased breathlessly when he pulled his fingers out of me to lube up his cock. “Skinny little thing wiggling around in there. That was you, right?”

He glared at me. “I’m going to remind you you said that in about three minutes.”

When he put the fat head of his cock against my hole, I clenched and grunted. My body wasn’t so sure about all of this after twenty-eight years of no-thank-you, sir.

Tucker leaned over me and put his lips to my ear. “I never told you this,” he began to murmur. “But I came to Fossie Creek that day because I knew you were going to be there.”

My heart seemed to stop thunking around so I could hear him. His dick pressed against me in gentle in-and-out motions. As soon as I let out a breath, I felt it stretch me open. His low voice continued.

“I overheard you telling someone at the cafe that you were headed to the bridge over Fossie Creek for some fishing. You were so good-looking, so hot and muscled and… capable. You stood there in your work clothes, dusty from the farm, and you smelled like sunshine and sweat mixed with hay and animals. You were like a walking sex poster to me, but it was more than that. I’d heard so much about you from my brother years before—stories about you looking out for people, helping people, always ducking recognition for it. And when I saw you then… as a grown man… god, D. It was like a strike to the chest with a fist.”

I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me.

“I wanted you even then. Hell, I knew you were straight. You were even dating some girl at the time. But I thought… if I can just get to know him as a person, have him in my life somehow, even as a fishing buddy, that would be enough.”

He was thrusting gently in and out of me as his words relaxed me, going slowly enough to let my body adjust to him. All I could do was hold on tightly and let myself drink in his voice.

“It wasn’t enough,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Feels like it’ll never be enough.”

“Shh,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “I’m here. Not going anywhere. I love you. Fuck, you’re hung like a bull.”

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured through a laugh. Then he pushed in again and groaned. “You feel so fucking good. So good. I never thought I’d get to feel you this way. No way am I going to last.”

My hands wandered all over his arms where he held my legs up and then back into his hair. “Want you to feel good,” I said. “Don’t need to last.”

He moved one hand until it was hot and tight around my dick. Just thinking about his dick inside me and him holding me down had made me hard again.

Tuck’s teeth clenched with the effort to hold back his orgasm. “Gonna come inside you. Then I want to flip you over and pound your tight ass again. Never stop. Stay inside you all night, then roll over and let you do it to me.”

His hips had picked up speed to match the pace of his hand shuttling along my dick. As soon as I imagined pounding into him, it was over.

“Fuck! Aggh!” I cried, shocked that I was able to come this way after being so nervous before. I threw my head back as warmth splattered against my stomach. My entire body contracted around him, and a strangled sound escaped his throat. Two more slams of his hips against my ass, and he pushed in as deep as he could to hold himself there as he groaned out his own release.