Chapter Twenty-One
Tucker
Olivia had gone with her friend, D’Ante, to the pool, and if the kids had their way, Libby and I would be alone for the night, possibly the last night we had for a long time. But every time I looked at the bruising on her face, or watched her stiff, painful movements as she tried to eat the pho I brought her for dinner, my hope for a last taste of her dissipated. When the inevitable phone call came from Shaunte, Libby gratefully accepted the offer to keep Olivia, I also offered to leave her alone.
“It’s because I’m ugly now, isn’t it?” She asked, watching me out of the corner of her eye. I resisted the urge to tickle her feet, even though they were close enough to be tempting while her legs were draped across my lap. Instead, I gently rubbed her calves, until the only sounds coming from her mouth were little moans of pleasure. My hands moved farther up her legs, until I was massaging her thighs and she parted them just enough for me to dig into her upper thighs a little and work out the knots she got from her fall.
“So. I’ll stay, if you tell me exactly how you got these bruises,” I countered. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“Can’t talk, feels too good.” I stopped rubbing her leg, and she made a disapproving growl. “C’mon, spill.” By the end of her story, I was working not to laugh, and instead, put more effort into rubbing her sore muscles. “Okay, really. What was the first thing you thought when you looked up at Mrs. Dunham?” I asked, as I shifted my attention from her right leg to her left.
“I thought she was weighing the risk of her falling versus the pleasure it would give her to stomp my face.” I snorted and covered it with a cough.
“But you think it’s okay now?”
“I have no idea. But I’ve been thinking, and you’ll probably laugh, but hear me out,” she started, then paused and took a deep breath.
“I am all ears.”
“Did you enjoy my parties?” The question took me by surprise, and I didn’t answer right away. “Oh, God. That’s a no. Never mind then.”
I gripped her knee hard, and she yelped in surprise.
“Actually, you throw amazing parties. I was just taken aback. I mean, why didn’t I think of it before now, with all the talk about you starting a business.”
She smiled. “I love my art. But I don’t feel like an artist. I did love those little faces glowing when they saw how I displayed their art, though. And their parents. Tucker, you should go to the next Parents Day. Olivia would love to have you there, and we invite other adult family members all the time.”
Her face had blossomed a bloom of blue and purple along her jaw, but her eyes held a soft glow that made my heart feel tight in my chest. I slid my hand further up her thigh, stopping just shy of the warmth that radiated between her legs. She was bruised and sore, but I selfishly wanted to feel her around me while she held that glow of happiness in her eyes.
“How about I help you upstairs, and run you a bath in that huge claw tub of yours,” I offered. She raised an eyebrow and looked at me through almost-closed eyes.
“What’s in it for you?” she asked, still looking at me from under her lashes.
“No, seriously. You, bath, wine, and when you’re done, I’ll rub the rest of the kinks out.” She smiled and nodded.
“It does sound good.” She headed upstairs to start her bath and I ran to the kitchen for the wine and glasses. By the time I caught up with her, she had begun shucking off her clothing, and I could see that the bruise on her face was the only mar on her perfect body. She glanced over her shoulder at me and motioned me over to her, as I stood like an idiot in the middle of the room, my brains scrambled by the view of her amazing curves bent over the bath. I mentally shook myself and made my feet continue toward her, and she slid into the bubbles that were already just under her firm breasts, the white complementing the pink flesh that gathered and jutted out from the cool air on her skin.
I poured wine in the two glasses and handed her one, then unbuttoned my shirt while she watched, the sensation of her eyes on me only making me even harder. Her eyes never left mine as I slid my arms out of the shirt and dropped it on the floor. She licked her lips and I moved my hand down the front of my pants, pressing it against the erection that made the pants pull tight across the front.
I undid the zipper slowly and pushed the slacks off my hips, letting them fall so I could breathe in relief as the pressure against me lessened. Her hungry gaze was so arousing, that I stood firm and tall against my stomach once I slid my boxers down my thighs and stepped out of the puddle of fabric pooled around my ankles.
“Come closer and let me touch you,” she whispered. I stepped up to get into the bath with her, and she slid her hands up my thighs, stopping me from bending my knees to sit. Her mouth was around me in an instant, and I felt her slick, wet hands on cupping my ass as she drove herself onto me, until her lips touched my pelvis. She pulled back and looked up the length of my body into my face, and I slid my fingers into her hair, moving it away from her face, so I could better see the lust in her eyes.
She tried to take me in her mouth again, but I held her hair just tight enough that she couldn’t move, and I slid down into the bath so I was facing her. I pulled her into my lap so she straddled me, and pressed me between us, so my shaft was trapped, the tip dipping into my navel. I massaged her lower back and she rocked her hips, rubbing my length between the folds of soft flesh I knew were pink and delicate to the touch, slipped over me and up, until she drove me inside her with a moan, shuddering against my chest.
I held her and forced her to take it slow, to wring every last drop of pleasure for herself as I kissed and sucked on her hard nipples, my hands still working the tight spots in her back. I felt her shudder around me and squeeze me tight, and her breathing went shallow and ragged as she clenched her strong muscles around me and let the first orgasm take her.
“Libby, I don’t want to leave,” I confessed into her hair as I reached past her to the faucet to add hot water to the bath.
“Then don’t. Maybe it’s time we tried to be, I don’t know, at least semi-official?” I flipped the drain to open and let the hot water replace the tepid.
“I have to stay away from you while the Ethics Committee checks into my—well, my firm’s claims. They have to look at me, too, and make sure I’m not just making trouble for an opponent by smearing his name.” I turned the water off and tilted my hips to better accommodate her and intensify her thrusts, reaching that smooth spot deep inside that would make her scream her next crash of pleasure instead of whispering it in my ear.
“How…How long will you be gone?” She gasped as I found my mark and pulled her down on me, faster, harder than before.
“I don’t know, a couple of weeks, maybe?” I dug my fingers into her slender hips and moved her so the hot water rushed up my chest with each thrust, and the cold air between made her nipples hard and cool when I drew them into the heat of my mouth. I released her breast and looked up into her face while she stared down, her lip tucked between her teeth in a way that was so sexy and innocent it amazed me.
She leaned down and covered my mouth with hers, coaxing me open to her and delving into me with the sweet strong muscle she had slid over other parts of me minutes before. Just thinking about her mouth on me while I was inside her was enough to make me lose control, and I pushed her down on me and roared my orgasm at the ceiling as I felt her clench around my throbbing dick and ride the wave of pleasure with me, until it crashed over us both and I sank deeper into the water with her.
“A couple of weeks is a long time,” she whispered into my chest as she trembled against me. I held her close and tried to slow time, hold off the ticking clock on the wall. It was just a few days, and she’d be fine without me. I just wished I didn’t feel like tonight was my last night with her, forever.