Freeform (12 page)

“You assumed you'd be having sex with someone?”

Tucker flops on the bed beside me, pulls my body into his lap, and sweetly says, “I
hoped
I'd eventually be having sex with
you
.”

Without waiting to discuss my doubt further, he nudges his cock inside, the intrusion shredding any lingering concerns mercilessly. “Oh God....”

There's a small chuckle as he buries his face in my chest. “Tucker will do.”

I drop my jaw to argue yet moan loudly instead.

I think he's wrong. I think he may be some sort of deity incarnate.

His hands roughly grip my ass as he helps guide my body up and down his cock that seems to swell each time I descend. The action is sensual yet ravenous. Every thrust reaches the hilt without remorse or fear of breaking me like I'm some sort of China doll. My hungry pussy clings on, desperate to devour more even though it isn't possible. Tucker continuously pumps, rolls his tongue around my nipples, nips, and sucks until I wrap my arm around his neck to brace myself for an orgasm. It rips through me with so much force, my head falls to his shoulder while my fingers tug at his hair.

Tucker growls and leans into the pull. “That's right, June Bug. Let go...”

Despite my pussy's pulsations, Tucker's dick doesn't falter. He voraciously pounds away, both hands now anchored to my hips. Whimpers and whines of his name as well as mine are fed to our salacious situation in which we've both completely surrendered to. I drag my tongue along his solid jaw bone line. He consumes any inch of me he can wrap his lips around. Our bodies twist and tangle so tightly we stop being two different people, connecting for a common goal as one erotic entity hell bent on exploding.

A raw, primal groan escapes Tucker's lips before his entire body trembles, taking mine with it. Our breathing and quakes oscillate until the only thing we're capable of is collapsing backwards.

Holy shit....I've never felt anything like that before.

“Holy shit,” Tucker huffs, his heaving chest making a poor pillow. “I've never felt anything like that before.”

Is he eavesdropping? He can't hear us, right? Otherwise this would make everything so awkward...

“That was....” His fingertips drag themselves down my back causing me to shudder. “I don't even know how to describe it...” Without waiting for a response from me, Tucker rolls us over, so he's hovering above me. “We're gonna do that again, and again, and again, until the sun rises or until we die from dehydration...” Slowly he smirks and starts to lower his lips to mine. “And what a beautiful death that would be...”

It's not the sex I think will kill me. It's when it has to stop in a few weeks that will...I guess it's best not to think about that right now. Live for the moment and all that shit. I mean that's what Tucker does. That's how he lives every day. He may be mine for just a moment, a very brief moment, but it's going to be the best moment of my entire life.

Tucker

I lift the coffee cup to my lips.

Nothing like the Kona coffee I had in Hawaii. There's something else I miss about that place. One thing this city has that the island didn't? June.

Eddie exclaims, “Topless man! They let you sculpt them topless in the town square!”

“That's great, Eddie,” I interrupt the beginning of an excitement filled tangent. “But you know that's not what I'm looking for.”

“But...” The defeated tone causes me to chuckle. “Tits....man....”

I roll my eyes.

Eddie is my equivalent to a drug dealer. He feeds the addiction. We met freshman year through....an old girlfriend and basically became best friends. Someway, somehow, he always knows what’s happening in the art world, underground and on the surface. Everything from events, to festivals, to back room shit you'd never hear of without him. He supplies me with various choices and Fate nudges me the way I should go. First time I bailed on this city, I went with him to see these stones someone had painted naked women on and then immersed back in the water. While his tastes are obviously singular in a way, it doesn't stop him from helping me with mine, which as you've picked up, are not.

“What else you got?”

“There's some shit festival off the coast of California-”

“Pass.”

“Some photographer bullshit in Canada.”

“Not in the mood.”

“Then you're gonna have to wait it out a bit longer. I've got my ear to the ground about some shit out by west towards Reno and there might be something worthwhile in Georgia.”

The second part of the sentence gets a hum out of me.

My dad used to love that song Midnight Train to Georgia. Nothing like seeing a man who was once an active Marine break down and sing Gladys Knight. Sight was priceless. Only thing more priceless? Seeing him and my mother do a drunken karaoke of it on New Years Eve.

“There
is
an art rave in your corner of the world next Thursday.”

The corners of my lips lift. “We talkin' mud and clay or glitter and graffiti.”

“Details are still vague. You know what Willis is like. Surprise until he's surprised...”

Seeing June's still glowing body and make up free face appear in the doorway of my bedroom wearing only my white dress shirt from last night rises my cock without hesitation.

Usually takes more than the sight of a beautiful woman to do that to me.

Her dazed eyes fall to me and she beams.

God, I wanna be the reason she's always radiating so bright.

“Yeah, I gotta go. Text me.” I hit the end button, toss the phone to the side, and say slowly, “Good morning...”

She starts to head towards me, tripping over one of her shoes that was left in the wake of our determination to become naked last night.

There isn't a moment of last night I won't have engraved in memory for life.

Embarrassed as always from her two left feet, she blushes and echoes, “Good morning...”

“Sleep well?”

She gives me a sarcastic look. “All forty-five minutes? Yeah.”

I meant what I said last night. We made love from the time we hit the bed until the sun kissed the sky. And yeah, I said made love, not because I'm a giant pussy, but because that's what it was. It wasn't just raw, passionate sex. It was something so much more. Deeper. The kind of intensity that inspires the most important pieces of history's greatest works. Not just paintings, but poetry, music, and plays. When June and I connect it's something much bigger than the two of us. I felt that the first time I kissed her and it hasn't changed or faltered since.

“What about you? Sleep okay?”

I have another sip of my coffee. “Haven't been to sleep yet.”

“What have you been doing?”

“I sketched. Made coffee. Got a phone call.”

“Important?”

Sadly not yet. Until Eddie gives me some reason to explore something new, I'll hang around here. After all...another week or two of worshiping June in my bed is definitely not a bad thing. I'll know when it's time to bail. I always take the sign.

“Not really.” I offer her a sweet smile. “Coffee?”

“Yes please,” she sighs happily and sits in the chair across from me.

Reaching for a coffee cup from the cabinet, I casually ask, “Did you have a good time last night?”

“Are we talking about the art, the food, the dancing or the sex?”

On a chuckle, I reply, “Yes.”

She snickers back and takes the warm beverage from me. “Yes.”

Proud I could please her, I lean my arms down on the counter, and continue my search for answers. “Two years since you've been with anyone?”

June grimaces behind her cup. “Was it that obvious?”

“No.” I profusely shake my head. “I just don't know how any man could walk away from someone like you.”

Her smile returns.

“Something like that...”

It grows.

“No bullshit, June Bug.”

“Well the last boyfriend I had, three years ago, wanted someone who could give him more attention than I could at the time. My sisters were still very dependent on me and my ability to help them with school or boys or job hunting...They were still much more of my responsibility then.”

“And what about the guy from two years ago?”

“He wasn't a boyfriend, so much as a guy I went out with for a couple weeks only to discover he was married.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.” Shame comes to her face. “We ran into his wife at dinner one night. She was there with her boyfriend.”

Shock drops my jaw. “What!”

Yours too I see.

“After that I actively avoided relationships and sex for a while. Not too long after I got hired by your aunt and typically, I don't have time for a normal social life even if I could find a way to create one.”

My eyes lock onto hers. “Well, let me reassure you that you didn't lose
anything
while on hiatus. That was....without a doubt, the best sex I've ever had and I once spent three days having tantric sex with a yoga instructor.”

Very bendy. Very exhausting.

“You're full of shit. No ordinary bedroom sex could ever beat yoga instructor sex. Not possible.”

“First of all, that was far from ordinary for me and second, it was hot, but it still couldn't touch the frame of what happened between us.” The color spreads in her cheeks and I coo, “You're even more beautiful when you're blushing.”

“I'm not blushing.”

“You're so blushing.”

“I'm...I'm...I'm....” She sips her coffee to mask the rest of the fluster.

“Plans today?”

“Um...” June pulls her thick, wavy hair to one side of her face. The subtle action results in the framing of her bare face.

So that's the look Dad was talking about....Damn. He wasn't wrong about it being the best.

“I don't....I don't think so. Calendar is somewhere, I should check or could check, but...” She rambles off to herself. “I would remember if there was. Don't remember anything on today's checklist aside from the gym...which is probably not necessary now.”

The last comment causes me to grin again. “Wanna spend the day with me?”

“Doing what?” When I wiggle my eyebrows she places her coffee cup down. “Oh...” Playfully, she retorts, “I'm pretty sure I won't mind that filling my schedule.”

I abandon my cup of coffee and make my way around to her. Just steps away, the sound of a phone ringing begins.

Immediately she flies into a panic. “Shit!”

Unsure of why the sudden change in disposition, I calmly question, “Is
that
important?”

“That's your aunt's ring tone!” She replies as she frantically searches for where it's coming from. June stumbles away from me and does her best to follow the noise while avoiding a concussion from tripping over basically everything.

You know what's weird? She's graceful as fuck in bed. We're talking Prima Ballerina. Part of me wonders if that's because she escapes her own head while lost in the covers.

“Found it!” June shrieks seconds before answering, “This is June.”

I lean against the edge of the bar and watch as she nods while starting the process of collecting her things.

That's not good.

“Sure! Yeah! Of course I can totally pick that up for you.”

Displeased with being cock blocked by my aunt of all people, I fold my arms across my chest.

“I can pick that up too. I'll bring 'em by the office. Okay is that red quinoa or white? Sure. Mmmhm. See you in a bit.” June ends the call and rushes for her shoe in the living room. “I have to go. Your aunt needs-”

“
Wants
.”

“-me to pick up a couple of things for her trip tomorrow and brunch apparently.”

“What trip?”

“They're taking a family vacation with your cousins to some island.”

I am a bit jealous that even as successful adults they still manage to do shit like that. Sometimes I wonder if Dad were still alive if we would. Try not to think like that too often. The slope of what if’s and what could've beens is much too dangerous and much too ugly for anyone to enjoy.

I slowly move towards her. “Does that mean you'll be free that entire time?”

“Should be, but I'll double check my lists and the calendar,” she comments quickly as my body bumps against hers. June looks at me over her shoulder from where she was beginning to get dressed beside the couch. My hands snake around to the front of my shirt resulting in a tremor in her voice. “Wh-wha-what do you think you're doing?”

I whisper in her ear and undue a button. “Helping...”

The moment the shirt is opened, I slip it off her shoulders, and toss it to the side. I slide my fingers down and graze her wet clit. She moans softly but objects, “I....I have to get to work, Tucker.”

My teeth gently clamp down on her earlobe grabbing a squeak from her. In a hot whisper I state, “Then I'll make this one quick.”

Keeping true to my word, I pull the condom out of the paint stained gym shorts I was wearing, yank it open with my teeth, roll it on and bend June over the edge of the leather couch. After nudging her legs apart, I tear through the slick, heat with a sharp thrust. Her body immediately arches back into the motion. With one hand nestled between her thighs, stroking her clit for extra support in expediting an orgasm, and the other gripping her shoulder, I bounce her back against my eager cock. The edacious motion combined with the shameless begging for more only seems to make my dick greedier than it was last night. Her head falls backwards adding visual perfection to the carnal carving my cock is delivering. June's orgasm begins to milk one from me and I yank her body upward to swallow the symphony of moans.

I can definitely do this a couple more weeks. Hell, I could probably do this for a life time...Too bad our lives won't mesh as freely as our bodies do.