Double Dare(174)

“I’m not giving up my lease,” I said slowly, taking a deep breath. I wanted to be transparent and open in this relationship, not hide things from the get-go. “I know my stuff’s here now, but I’m keeping my old place just in case,” I said slowly.

The big man lifted an eyebrow at me.

“Why?” he said smoothly.

“Well, you know,” I answered helplessly. “What if we don’t get along? I mean, we practically just met, who knows if we’re really compatible?”

There was truth to those words but the big man wasn’t hearing it.

“You think we’re incompatible?” he growled, nodding downwards. Because we’d just had a hot session and his dick was still in my ass, still deep up my rectal canal, tickling me, making me stretch with ecstasy.

I clenched my anal muscles, hoping to punish him but that only made him groan with pleasure.

“No seriously,” I said, mock threatening. “We only just met and I can’t take the chance. I mean, I’m a divorcee, I’m sensitive okay? If you’d walked the gauntlet like I did, you’d also want some insurance.”

And that made Tucker stop for a moment, looking deep in my eyes as he paused.

“You think I’m like your ex?” he rumbled casually, too casual.

“No of course not!” I sighed. Geez, he could be so clueless sometimes. “I wouldn’t be with you, would never have moved my stuff in if you were like Gary,” I said softly. “But once burned, twice shy, I always buy insurance now.”

And Tucker just shook his head, looking at me contemplatively, taking in my face, my breasts, my narrow waist.

“Little girl,” he said harshly. “I would never do that to you, I’d never treat you the way Gary did,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “In fact, I’ll fuck up anyone who hurts you, you know that.”

And I reflected on his words for a moment.

“I know Tucker, but if you were the one who hurt me, would you pay the price, go through hell to get me back, show you’re sorry?”

And the big man nodded.

“That’s a good question,” he said seriously. “And I understand why you’re asking, you’ve been through hell and back,” he paused for a moment. “But the answer is yes, absolutely yes, I’d walk through coals if I hurt you, I’d never forgive myself. The problem is internal, honey,” he said gently. “You’re amazing but your self-confidence is wrecked because of what happened with Gary,” he spat the name.

I pondered for a moment.

“You think so?” I asked slowly. “You think that I’ve lost perspective on life because of what I’ve been through? That I’m settling for less?”

And the big man growled then.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re settling, you’re with me after all,” he said with a sly grin, always confident and assured. “I mean, would you say that you’re settling now?” he asked roughly, grinding his hips against my butt cheeks. And I sighed again, feeling his big shaft move even deeper up my ass, the tip reaching up my GI tract, making me feel good, unable to reply.

And Tucker just chuckled, sensing my paralysis.

“See honey? You have to understand, you’re vulnerable,” he continued as I panted. “You’re amazing baby, and don’t let that fuckwad ex of yours make you think otherwise. If I hurt you, I’d be the first one to kick my own ass.”

And he was so genuine, the emotion so strong in his eyes that I forced myself back to reality, taking his face between my palms, cupping that strong jaw.

“I know, Tucker, I know,” I murmured against his lips. “And that’s why I want to do something special for you.”

I kissed him deeply, once, twice, feeling his dick twitch in my ass, come back to life and moaned breathily into his mouth before shifting my hips back, pulling back my pelvis so that his cock slid out. Oh fuck, it looked good, the hot pink man meat slightly chafed from my dryness, slicks of white cum on the side.

And reaching over to my nightstand, I picked up the bottle of wine we’d been sharing. We’d had a luxurious dinner and brought the wine upstairs to savor in bed before getting naked, the ultimate in decadence, lying between the satin sheets while swilling a full-bodied, rich Cabernet.

“This was an expensive bottle honey, thank you for getting it for us,” I purred, looking up at him between my lashes.

He kissed me then, our lips locking, his tongue flickering deep into my mouth, the remnants of the cab still there, tangy notes of red grape mixed with hints of citrus.

“You like?” he growled. “I picked it up at that new place down the street, you know the one that has about a million selections, it’s a fucking cellar.”