Tucker inhaled like he was taking in my scent. I resisted the urge to cover up down there. I could only imagine all the other women he’d done this with. They were probably clipped or waxed. I only shaved enough to avoid exposed pubic hair when I had my swimsuit on.
He pushed my thighs open wider, and then dragged his tongue from my pussy up to my clit and holy cow, that was more fireworks.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“You’re delicious Holly.” He hooked his arms under my thighs and stood, pushing me back slightly and forcing me to lay back. “I’m going to eat you up.”
My pussy clenched at his words.
He sent me a sexy, wolfish grin. “Hold on Holly. I’m really hungry.”
I was already panting as he leaned over and pushing my thighs open wide, he devoured me. His tongue swirled and lapped, and then it was thrusting inside me. I writhed as pleasure built over pleasure like I’d never experienced before.
My hips were rocking, seeking his mouth. Fucking his mouth. It was torture and glorious all at the same time.
“Please,” I whimpered as the assault became too much.
“Do you need to come?” he asked, trailing little kisses along my inner thigh.
I moaned at the loss of contact and gripped his head. “Yes. Yes, make me come. I need to come.”
“Give me your sweet juices, Holly.” He suckled my clit and then used his tongue to thrust inside me, swirling around my sensitive pussy walls as his thumb flicked back and forth over my clit.
Like a bomb detonating, my entire body went taut as I reached the pinnacle of pressure and then exploded in a fiery blast of the most intense, exquisite pleasure.
He hummed an “mmm” against my pussy and it reverberated through my body that was already convulsing from an onslaught of sensations. He stayed with me as I began my descent from the orgasmic high.
My breath was starting to return to normal, when he used his finger, first one then two inside me as he sucked on my clit and once again, I was blasted to the stratosphere.
“Tucker,” I cried out. “Oh God…Oh God…” It was like my body had a mind of its own as it moved and shuddered against Tucker’s ministrations.
Finally, he took mercy, bringing me down, until I was a gelatinous heap on my table.
He stood, taking my hand, he helped me up to sit. “Taste how good you are.” He fused his mouth to mine again. At first, I was concerned it would be gross, but as it turned out, Rick had been wrong. It was warm and slightly sweet. Or maybe that was Tucker. I didn’t know. All I knew was that this fantasy wasn’t over yet.
One time. That’s what I’d give myself with him. Chances were, one time was all he’d need. Then he’d move on to the next woman. Probably one younger and more nubile. But I’d come this far, I wasn’t going to stop until I felt him sliding inside me.
“I still haven’t paid in full,” I said.
His smile was wicked. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
1
Tucker – One week Earlier – Late September
My family thought it was strange enough when I decided to chuck my career goal to become a psychologist to study teaching with specific emphasis on elementary education. When I told them that I was moving to Nebraska, they were shocked.
“You’re not still pursuing Brooke, are you?” my mother had asked. She’d been initially cool on my interest in Brooke mostly because she was afraid that I’d follow her to Nebraska. As it turned out she was right, but Brooke and I were only friends. We’d only ever be friends, and not because she’d always had the hots for her dad’s friend. Even I recognized early on that while I thought she was an awesome, fun, amazing woman, the special chemistry wasn’t there.
If my mother knew that the chances of my returning to Illinois were nearly nil because I did feel that special chemistry towards another woman here in Nebraska, she’d be bummed. She was still holding out hope that I wouldn’t like it here and would return home.
To be honest, when I showed up to the tiny town of Salvation, Nebraska this summer, I did have a moment of wondering what I was getting myself into. Brooke was involved in a fake marriage with the mayor, who happened to be her boss and her dad’s friend. An evil man named Simon Stark was trying to ruin the mayor’s reputation and sabotage the deputy mayor’s bid for election. It seemed like a lot of drama for a tiny town.
But of course, then I met the amazing Holly St. James in person, and she’d turned out to be even more than I’d anticipated from our texts that had gone from professional, to friendly, to a little flirty. During our texting days over the summer, she’d turned me on with one picture that wasn’t sexy, in that there were no tits or round ass. But it did get my libido humming. It was her eyes, glittering with happiness that grabbed my attention. She had a coy expression that had my dick hard just thinking about it.
Since the
n, when I had the urge, I took a look at that picture, and then jerked off. Once arriving in Salvation, I’d hoped to turn my fantasy into reality, but as of yet, I hadn’t had the chance to spend any time with her outside of school. In fact, faculty meetings were the only time I saw her, and she never seemed to have time to chat. I got the distinct feeling she was ignoring me.