This Love's Not for Sale (30 page)

“Wider, pet,” Tucker whispered, pushing her feet apart.

Lilliana buried her face in the down blanket and stifled a whimper. She was afraid, though she knew Tucker would never hurt her irreparably. Tucker’s rough skin was felt on the small of back, his caress hot and savage as he ghosted his fingers up and down her spine.

“Prepare
yourself; this is going to smart. It’s essential that you understand you need to control your mouth. I value your opinion, Lilly, I really do, but I demand respect.”

Tucker’s voice was otherworldly and
resolute. Lilliana should’ve run, but it was too late. She was in too deep and she knew it.  She had accepted Tucker knowing full well his proclivities and perversions. Still, she trusted him. More than that, she
needed
him, and he deserved the same respect that he gave to her.

Tucker brought the oak
down onto her left cheek in one solid whack, and Lilliana kept her face buried in the bedding to muffle her shriek. She didn’t want to embarrass herself or Tucker any further by allowing his parents to hear their private moment. Tucker swatted her backside a total of six times, alternating between cheeks and the crease her thigh. Lilliana suspected Tucker was being lenient on her, but she was grateful.

When all was said and done, Tucker hauled Lilliana into his arms and kissed her face.

“You’re so beautiful, Lilly. I’m so lucky to have found you.”

Lilliana fe
lt whole in his arms, and except for the hot tingling on her ass, the punishment was already forgotten. Lilliana stretched out on the bed, her bottom blazing and sending embers of arousal throughout her body. Tucker had marked her body and now she wanted to feel his hands and mouth on her. Tucker intuited her desires and crawled on top of her, crushing her with the weight of his body.

“Just so you know, I didn’t bring any condoms on this trip,” he quirked an eyebrow at her.

Lilliana’s heated libido was aching with a sense of urgency to be filled by Tucker.

“Then w
e’d better go the store and get some.”

Tucker’s toffee-spoked eyes narrowed with mischievousness, then roamed over her body. He reached his hand underneath her nightshirt and plucked at the tight bud of her nipple, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout Lilliana’s belly. “This town closes down at 10:00 p.m.”

Lilliana sighed miserably, trying to hide her overwhelming arousal. “I guess tonight’s going to be a long night without sex.”

Tucker didn’t miss a beat. His eyes cooled and he jumped off the bed. “Yes, I guess it will be. I have some work accounts to go over so I’ll just utilize my time that way,” he replied nonchalantly, reaching for his laptop.

Lilliana wanted cock. More to the point, she wanted Tucker’s cock.  “Tucker McGrath, get your ass over here!” she snapped.

Tucker tilted his head and
showed no reaction. “Not until you grovel.”

Lilliana’s mouth dropped open. “Grovel? For what?”

With his brows set in a straight line, Tucker placed his hands on his hips. “For making me jerk off in a cup to prove I’m STD free and then still demand I use a condom.”

Lilliana leaned forward and batted her eyelashes at him animatedly. “Awww! You spunked in a cup for me? How romantic!”

A flash of humor crossed Tucker’s face and his eyes burned when she got down on all fours and crawled to him.

“Let loose the juice
? Impregnated the air? Bopped your bologna?”

Tucker
was having a difficult time refraining from smiling as he dropped his hands to his side. Lilliana walked her fingers up his legs to his thighs, her face only inches from his crotch. Tucker ran his hands through his hair and gave Lilliana a conspiratorial smile.

“Your
knowledge of terms for jacking off frightens me. I’m seeing you in a whole new light,” Tucker kidded.

Lilliana pressed her palm over Tucker’s hardening dick and rubbed against it.

“Did you jizsturbate in a Dixie cup or a Red Solo cup?”

“Neither,” Tucker breathed out deeply, obviously turned on.

Lilliana continued to bat her eyelashes at Tucker playfully. “Did you think of me when you did it?”

Tucker closed his eyes and slicked his tongue over his top lip. “I looked a
t a porno mag.”

Lilliana’s movements ceased. “Hmphh.”

Opening his eyes, Tucker tried to suppress a laugh. “Is this your version of groveling?”

Lilliana stood rebelliously and walked back toward the bed. “I don’t grovel.”

“You’ll accept my punishment, but you won’t grovel? That makes perfect sense.”

“That’s completely different.
I’d rather be submitted to having my face dry-humped than to grovel,” Lilliana spoke boldly.

Tucker
stifled and choked on a laugh. “If that’s how you want it.”

Without warning, Tucker pushed Lilliana onto the bed
, straddled her, and gripped her head as if ready to dry-hump her face.

Lilliana shrieked with laughter and slapped his hands away.

“Okay! Stop!”

Pinned beneath Tucker, he tore away her pant
ies and shed his boxers. Lilliana suddenly became aware that they were in Tucker’s parent’s home and she felt a bit guilty that they were about to engage in unprotected sex under their roof.

“Tuck,” she whispered. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this in
your parent’s house. What if they hear us?”

“Ooh, how wicked would that be?” Tucker chuckled as he rested the head of his cock on Lilliana’s pussy. “I guess we’ll just have to be extra quiet, won’t we? Like we’re having
secret, naughty, unprotected, delicious, covert sex.”

Tucker slipped a finger into her wet folds and Lilliana let out a quiet whimper.

“That’s it, pet. Stay real quiet like that while I pound this pussy for all it’s worth. Think you can do that?” Tucker smiled with a devious look in his eyes.

Lilliana nodded but she wasn’t sure she could follow through with Tucker’s wishes. Sliding his finger in and out of her as he primed her, Tucker stroked his shaft with his other hand. Lilliana spread her legs wider as Tucker shifted his body weight
.

Lilliana couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about their not using protection. Yes, he was STD free, but still, having this kind of intercourse was so incredibly intimate. Lilliana ran her
palms over her belly and held onto the tops of her thighs in anticipation of Tucker’s penetration. Tucker’s hand skimmed her hip, took her hand and guided it to his cock, allowing her to be the one to direct it to her pussy. Tucker’s dick throbbed and pulsed his need to be in her, and her fingers prickled with sensation to the warmth Tucker was putting off.  His eyes dilated widely as she slowly brought the head of his rigidness to her entrance. Tucker readjusted his body once more and slowly breached Lilliana’s opening. The pleasure was pure and explosive.  No, she couldn’t feel the difference without the condom, but she knew there was, and her mind allowed an even deeper ecstasy because of it.

***

A bright flare of desire filled Lilliana’s eyes as her body curved and thrust against Tucker’s body. God damn, she was stunning. Tucker watched hypnotized as Lilliana bit her fisted hand to stay as silent as possible and Tucker bit his bottom lip. He grinded into her passionately and his hardness seemed to electrify all of her senses. The heat of Lilliana’s supple flesh as his hands roved her breasts and thighs was intoxicating. The soft sounds of their heavy breathing filled Tucker’s ears as did the wet sounds, and their skin on skin slapping against each other.

Wanting to see Lilliana squirm, Tucker pressed his thumb firmly against her bright red clit and zealously rubbed it. Lilliana thrashed her head back and forth
, and Tucker couldn’t help but smile at her frenzied movements to back away from the intense fiery sensations he was sending throughout her body. Lilliana tilted her pelvis and a spark of heat hit the head of his dick, making Tucker grunt loudly. Lilliana’s eyes popped open and she grinned, delighting in his attempt at keeping quiet.

Lilliana tipped her pelvis upward again and Tucker about came undone.

He growled and swallowed his outcry of pleasure.

“I love to hear how much you want me…” Lilliana
mutter quietly.

That voice, her body, those eyes and
mouth… Tucker’s eyes flicked and scanned every inch of the body which was now his to do with what he pleased. Tucker pulled out, stood at the end of the bed and yanked Lilly into the standing doggy-style position. He lifted one of her legs onto the edge of the bed and plunged into her. He licked a finger and gently pressed it against the tight puckered hole of her anus and gently rubbed it. Lilliana seemed to enjoy it. He wanted every part of her and his plan was to prime her tight ass before penetration. Gently poking his finger into her opening, Lilliana’s entire body clamped down and she let out a smothered shriek. He could sense her discomfort so he withdrew it and squeezed her hips.

“We’ll get there eventually, pet.”

Lilliana peeked over her shoulder and smiled her appreciation for his waiting. She dropped her head and pushed back against Tucker’s hips, and a whimper escaped her throat. He wanted to explore her depths and he drove into her, wanting to hear her cries of desire.

Placing his palm on the small of her back, Tucker could feel the heat of Lilliana’s body course down the entire length of his torso and down to his toes. He drifted momentarily to some other place when, without warning, Lilliana pushed her ass upwards and hit that magical spot,
making him cum deep inside of her. He stilled while his cock pulsed and twitched violently as her pussy clutched him tightly.

Still in a hardened s
tate, Tucker continued to drive into her until Lilliana’s breaths came out in long, surrendering moans. Lilliana collapsed onto the bed, face down and Tucker fell onto the bed next to her.  His body shivered with chill and fatigue, and his abdominal muscles ached from the strain. Tucker reached over to the nightstand where his mother had placed fresh towels for the both of them and he lightly cleaned Lilliana. He spooned up behind her as her breathing deepened and her soft curves molded to the contours of Tucker’s lean body.

Just as Tucker’s eyes closed, Lilliana whispered, “I like secret sex. And I still stand by
my assertion that you’re brash and ridiculously arrogant at times.”

Tucker shook his head and sighed he
avily, then chuckled. There were no amount of spankings that would ever stop Lilliana’s audacious mouth, and he was okay with that.

Tucker woke with Lilliana’s arm splayed over his chest and her face buried in his ribs. The sun was shining brightly into the window and
lit Lilliana’s body magnificently. A layer of sweat was covering her body and Tucker glided his index finger down her spine and licked it. She tasted divine, salty and sweet. With raging morning wood and a rumbling stomach, Tucker leaned into Lilliana’s ear.

“I’ll scissor-fuck you if you get me something to eat.”

Lilliana’s mouth curled into a broad grin and her eyes flickered open.

“Sexual favors for trips
to the fridge?” she yawned.

Tucker nodded.
“How about it?”

Lilliana sat up on one elbow and looked confused. “I thought only two girls could scissor-fuck.”

“Oh, my little one, how wrong you are. I’ll just have to show you how it’s done. But first, Tucker need food,” he grunted and pounded his chest like a caveman.

“Anything you want,” Lilliana jumped out of bed.

Tucker gasped out in fake astonishment. “You feeling alright?”

“Don’t push your luck. I’m feeling very submissive this morning so enjoy it while it lasts,” she smiled as she pulled her panties and a t-shirt and jeans on. “I’ll be right back so be ready to scissor-fuck me until I the sun goes down!”

Lilliana disappeared out the door in the blink of an eye, leaving Tucker to deal with his rampant boner. Tucker moved to the window and peered out. The day was bright and he could hear the sounds of the wind blowing past the trees. He opened the window and the smell of fresh cut grass tickled his nose. As much as he loved the city life and the thrill of the hunt of a new land project, he also missed this – the serenity and peace that country life provided.

The stillness and quietness of the room unexpectedly
brought on a sense of bleakness because it was a harsh reminder of how alone he really was. Sure he had women at his disposal twenty-four hours a day, but they provided him with nothing that he needed emotionally and his family had their own lives to lead. He had always wanted a wife and children of his own, but after years of trying to find the
one
, he had given up. But being here with Lilliana… maybe… just maybe… Tucker knew he had a tendency to jump the gun when it came to beautiful women and he didn’t want that to be the case with Lilliana so he suppressed the ache in his chest for her.

He was just going to take things slowly with her
. Tucker was reminded of her comment about the taxes on her land, and he began formulating ways of getting around that. If she would only agree to sell a portion of it, or maybe land lease some of it…

Tucker’s brain was abuzz with ideas of how to solve Lilliana’s problem when she came into the room with a warm
cinnamon bagel smothered in peanut-butter and a glass of milk. His mother must have told Lilliana it was one of his favorite childhood foods.  Lilliana smiled and set it down on the nightstand.

“I need to stop off at
the Dollar Market. My snatch box will be decorated in red roses in the next few days so I need to get some fem products. After you eat, we can go and then get right back here for a quick scissor-fuck,” she beamed.

Tucker froze in the door of his closet. “I don’t shop at the Dollar Market.”

“Why not?” Lilliana asked as she sat on the bed to put her shoes and socks on.

“Because I don’t need to
,” he answered curtly.

Lilliana lifted her
face and glared at Tucker with disdain in her eyes. “You unbelievable snob.”

***

A shadow of irritation crossed Tucker’s face. “I’m not a snob, I’m just not shopping there
.
You can pick any other store you want, but I am not shopping
there.
”

Lilliana walked into Tucker’s closet and started digging through his shoes. Surely he had a pair of old boots from his farm-boy days. She couldn’t believe that someone who came from the same background as she did could be so uppity. 

“What are you looking for?” Tucker asked with both hands on his hips.

“Ha! I knew it!” she blurted out
when she found what she was looking for. She thrust the boots at Tucker. “Look at these old boots hidden in the back of this closet in a dark corner like you’re ashamed of who you are and where you came from. This is who you are, Tucker. Now put these on, find a pair of jeans that didn’t cost you $200 and an old t-shirt, and let’s go.”

Tucker’s
eyes widened and then narrowed just as quickly, and his body stiffened as if she had struck him. “I’m not ashamed of where I came from.”

“You could’ve fooled me.”

Tucker grabbed the boots from her and tossed them aside. “You can think what you want, but I didn’t bust my ass to get a scholarship at a top-notch college, bust my balls to get through six grueling years earning my Master’s degree with a 4.0 average, and bust my first marriage building up my business so I could shop at the fucking Dollar Market.”

Tucker’s defensive stare
was riveted on Lilliana. She hadn’t thought of it that way, but still, he was being snobbish and it was grating as hell.

“I bet your parents still shop
there.
”

Lilliana walked
out of the bedroom and into his parent’s living room. If Tucker didn’t want to accompany her then she was content to go alone. She had necessities that had to be purchased and one store was as good a place as the next to get them. With car keys in hand and about ready to leave, Tucker came into the room.

“Are you happy?” he asked.

Lilliana couldn’t believe her eyes. She had rarely seen Tucker in anything less than a business suit and tie. Even when he was casual he sported expensive duds, but at that moment, Tucker was a whole lot of wet panties in old Roper’s, worn, ripped jeans and a faded college t-shirt on his back.

“I’ll wear the damned boots but I’m
not
going to the Dollar Market and that’s the end of this discussion. Also, I sure as hell am not shopping for feminine hygiene products. Buying tampons is a hard limit for me.”

Lilliana hardly heard a word he had said. “Your ass is so amazing in those jeans,” Lilliana drooled.

“Of course it is.” Tucker did a slow 360 degree turn showing off his glorious physique proudly. “The last time I wore this get up I was in college and it all still fits. Boo-yah! Look at this ass, baby!” Tucker shimmied his bottom.

Lilliana truly cherished Tucker’s wit – even if he was occasionally a snob.

“I said look at it, woman!” Tucker jiggled his butt, slapped it and grunted. “Uh-huh, yeah,” he gyrated around.

Lilliana rolled her eyes and snorted out a loud laugh. “It’s
one of the best
I’ve seen,” she joked, enjoying their verbal sparring.

Tucker suddenly lunged at her and backed her up to the couch where he pushed her down. He promptly seated himself in her lap, smothering her.

“Say my ass is the best you’ve ever seen!”

“Ah! You’re hurting me, Tucker! I can’t breathe!” she
screeched as Tucker bounced up and down.

Tucker threw his head back and roared w
ith laughter. “Don’t be such a girl!” he mocked. “Say it!”

Realizing this was Tucker’s version of the cruel game ‘uncle,’ Lilliana gave in, just wanting him off her lap. “It’s the best!” she yelled, trying to push him off.

Tucker stood and glared down at her with teasing enjoyment in his eyes. “And don’t you forget it.”

Lilliana rubbed her breasts and thighs, trying to get the circulation back into them.

“Is that how you treated all your former booty calls?” Lilliana asked, incredulous of Tucker’s immature behavior.

Tucker grumbled
, “I’m starting to realize you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth and I doubt there’s any hope for curing your sassy lip service.”

“The sooner you realize that,
the better,” Lilliana puckered her lips in a fake kiss.

“Those women
were sophisticated and proper; they’d never allow such fooling around.”

What the hell
did Tucker mean by that? Lilliana’s amusement swiftly died down and she sat reeling. Didn’t Tucker think she was a real lady? Lilliana stood and pushed past Tucker, annoyed with his unwelcome frankness. She was just a small-town girl to him who shopped at the Dollar Market; uncultured and simple. She knew it to be true, but hearing it left her inexplicably irritated.

“Whoa. What’s wrong?” Tucker asked, gripping her upper arm and spinning her around.

“I’m sorry I’m not as chic and classy as your usual main entrees, and I’m just an unstylish, unrefined side dish,” she answered in a rush of words.

“Oh, hell, Lil
ly, I didn’t mean it like that,” Tucker simpered, holding her arm firmly.

Lilliana struggled to free herself.
“I’ll go by myself. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you with my lack of sophistication and pussy plugs.”

In an uncompromising yet strangely gentle tone, Tucker responded.
“What I meant was those women were a bore. Shit, I’ve never kidded with any other woman the way I do you, and it’s not because you’re simple and unrefined. It’s because you’re real. Authentic beats phony every day of the week and you, sugar lumps, blow those women out of the water. Now, seriously, stop pouting.”

Tucker reached around and swiftly smacked Lilliana’s ass
, and not lightly. Lilliana felt the sting immediately.

A soft gasp escaped her mouth.
“What was that for?” she asked, rubbing her ass cheek.

“For accusing
me of such a shitty thing. Keep up that pouting and there’s another one where that came from.”

Tucker’s eyes were narrowed, his tone was severe and Lilliana knew Tucker wasn’t fucking around
anymore. She smiled timidly at him and batted her eyelashes in an attempt to smooth things over, and his right brow went up infinitesimally.

“Do you want to be bent over my knee?”
he asked with a deceptive hint of calmness.

Lilliana swallowed hard. No, she didn’t.
Her ass was still sore from the paddle. Lilliana bowed her head shamefully and remained in a position of frozen stillness.

“That’s better. Contrite is
more appealing than insincerity.”

She hated when Tucker lectured
her as if she was the student and he was the mentor, and she had to withhold the urge to roll her eyes at him. He was only five years older than she was, but still he had the countenance of an old professor. Correction: An old cranky professor who needed a chillax enema and a corncob extraction from his ass.

“Whate
ver it is on your mind, speak up.”

Lilliana
looked around the room guiltily, avoiding Tucker’s stare. She also needed to get her facial expressions in check because they gave her away every time.

“No,” she timidly whispered.

Tucker’s eyes darkened and the tone of his voice was a low, deep whisper. “I don’t like that word, Lilly, especially coming out of
your
mouth. Find another way to use a negative tense with me.”

Lilliana
thought for a brief moment and came up with, “I’d rather not. Is that better?”

She couldn’t help hide the
cynicism in her voice, and Tucker opened his mouth to chastise her more, no doubt, when his mother came in from outdoors.

“What’s going on?” she asked, looking Lilliana and Tucker over.

Lilliana quickly ratted out Tucker’s temperamental behavior. “Tucker doesn’t like the word no.”

Tucker
puckered his mouth and narrowed his eyes at Lilliana, and she smirked in response.

Charlene slapped Tucker on the back and laughed full heartedly. “He never did, even as a young child. Dad McGrath doesn’t like it either, but life is funny in that we can’t always control the things people around us do and say.”

Tucker half rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh of aggravation.

“My boy has always had control issues and he likes to be in charge. But that’s part of what makes him so charming
, and I’d imagine what draws all those pretty ladies to him. Like yourself, Lilly.”

Lilliana’s insolent smile
suddenly felt smug at being called out by Tucker’s mom. Tucker, however, puffed his chest out, happy that his mother had just pointed out what he already knew.

“Yeah, what she said,” Tucker grinned.

Charlene sneered at Tucker and tugged his long hair. “Lilly, was right: Brash and arrogant, indeed.”

Tucker threw his hands up in defeat and sank onto the couch next to Lilliana. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck.

“You’re a pain in my ass, woman, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

***

Lilliana was basking in the glow of the nightly McGrath post dinner discussions.  Returning from a visit to the restroom, Lilliana stepped into the doorway of the kitchen to hear Tucker’s and Charlene’s whispered voices.