pluckedstrings (pluckedstrings) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-02-03 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, brianna, brianna x tucker, tucker |
Who: Brianna and Tucker
When: evening, Saturday, July 28th
Where: the high school, Tuck's boat
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete, Part 2
They had discussed potentially going to Hawaii as a family but she had a feeling they all thought the suggestion was a loose and hypothetical one. The kids would all want to bring their significant others if it happened and James would hate it. So she was assuming a family trip was not in the cards for the near or far future. And right now, she didn't want to think about her family. She wanted to spend time with Tuck again before he sailed out of Point Pleasant, and her life. "It's really nice," she told him, taking his arm to walk beside him onto the deck. And it was a lovely yacht. Certainly one of the nicer ones docked at the moment. The night was warm and breezy and she pushed some wayward strands of hair behind her ear. "Where do you think you're off to when you leave?"
Once again he got that thrill in his stomach from her touch, and this time it came with a rush of extra warmth in his groin this time, because they were strolling into total privacy. He was fairly certain he’d read her tone correctly back in the band room, but Tuck was still going to approach it delicately, just in case. “I’m not sure yet,” he admitted a bit sheepishly. He knew he shouldn’t stay in town for very long, but Tuck had no idea when he would actually leave. Stupid or not, it felt like a lot depended on how this night went. “I didn't really have a plan laid out when I came here.” Tuck led Brianna to the door to the cabin, then moved to open it for her. “Would you care for another drink, Brianna?”
There was a small part of Brianna that hoped he woke up in the morning and decided to set sail and leave Point Pleasant in the wind. It would be better for him not to get stuck in this place. It had a way of sinking its claws into people and never letting go. Brianna didn't know exactly how she felt about being the reason he had showed up tonight, but she knew the thrill of it outweighed everything else, so maybe she did hope he stuck around for a while. How could she deny wanting to find out what kind of man he had turned out to be? As Tuck began to open the cabin door, she realized what it meant if she walked inside. Shut away from the rest of the world with so much history between them? But Brianna didn't hesitate and she entered, immediately setting her purse down on the nearest surface. The way he said her name sent a shock of heat between her legs. His voice was so much older... huskier. Brianna tried to ignore the way her skin flushed with arousal. "A drink would be nice. Whatever you're having is fine," she said, already wandering away to get a better look around the room. She was acutely aware of the rather comfortable looking bed. "You said you came here tonight for me," Brianna said, turning back to look at Tuck. "Was that just to see how life was treating me? Or were you thinking about that phone call from five years ago?"
The cabin wasn’t huge, but there was a kitchenette, a living area with built-in couch and a TV mounted to the wall, and the bedroom only separated from the rest of it by sliding panels that Tuck had left open. He hadn’t planned to bring Brianna back with him, but he’d made things neat just in case it happened, like it was doing now. His heart was beating harder and fast as he moved to the kitchenette to pour them each a scotch. Brianna’s questions sent a hot throb through his groin, and he wondered if he ought to just stride over and kiss her. God knew he wanted to, but he was keenly aware that he might still be reading the situation wrong, and she was a married woman. Maybe she’d turned into one of those women who teased men, led them on to a certain point only to react badly when a move was actually made. Tuck didn’t think that was the case, but in the modern world it was best to have restraint. He didn’t answer until he had their drinks in each hand and he crossed the space to her. Tuck offered Brianna her drink, his dark eyes on hers. “I could’ve called you again if I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to assume anything, but ... I’ve thought about that phone call a lot.”
Brianna wondered what Tuck would think if he knew that she hadn't been faithful to James in years. Since that one phone call, actually. He might see her differently, though she wasn't entirely sure how he saw her now. She took the glass he offered but didn't take a drink quite yet, too focused on the way he was looking at her. Brianna seemed to be transported back to the easier days when she could lay across from Tuck and stare into those eyes for hours. He was older now, but his eyes were exactly as she remembered them. Her own heart was racing and she wondered if he could see how flushed she felt. "I have too. Five years meant a lot of replays in my head, usually when I was in bed and alone." And he would know exactly what that meant.
Tuck had definitely noticed the extra pink in Brianna’s cheeks and neck, and he wanted to brush his fingers over her skin, dip in to lick those heated spots. He realized he was standing closer to her than was necessary, but it didn’t look like she minded it. He felt just as hypnotized by her eyes as the other way around, and those jeweled green eyes hadn’t changed a bit either. She was still as stunningly beautiful as she’d been as a teenager, and the sensual lilt to her voice made his crotch feel hot. Knowing she had been thinking about him too, touching herself from memories of the two of them having phone sex ... did Tuck need a clearer signal than that? “Me too,” he told her softly. “Twenty five years and you can still drive me wild.” He lifted his free hand to brush his fingertips up Brianna’s forearm, just a ghost of a touch to see how she responded.
She was still taken in by how much he had grown. The muscle he had put on, the facial hair and broad chest and shoulders. Of course he wouldn't return to his twenty five year reunion looking like a nineteen year old teenage boy, but it was still startling in a sense. Brianna had never found Tuck on social media, though curiosity had her searching over the years, so she'd had no idea what he had matured into. But he was a man now and it was just so surreal to look into his eyes now and still remember how he had been back then. Twenty five years was so long ago. It felt like ages sometimes. "Why do you think that is?" Brianna asked, arousal shivering down her spine at his touch. Her free hand reached out to loosely grip his shirt, a slight tug encouraging him even closer. "Simple history?"
That light pull felt akin to Brianna tearing his clothes off, it aroused him so much. There was a bulge starting in Tuck’s pants, but there was nothing he could do about that. He wondered if Brianna was tingling and wet yet, and the thought made his heart skip a beat. He wanted to be touching her, feeling how her body responded to him, wanted to be buried deep inside of her again. Would she feel different to him? She’d had three kids and twenty-five years had gone by, so of course her body had changed, as had his. Tuck was just dying to explore all of those changes, to get to know her all over again. He half-stepped in closer to her, lifting his scotch for a sip before he answered, but not taking his eyes off of hers. “More than that ... you never really left my heart, you know,” he murmured.
Brianna was definitely tingling all over the damn place and her hand tightened around his shirt in anticipation as he stepped closer. What Tuck said added another layer to the already complex emotions coursing through her. Lingering attraction was one thing, but lingering feelings after twenty five years? It would have been a lie if Brianna claimed the opposite. Tuck hadn't been her first lover, but he had been the first boy she had fallen in love with and for a long time, she had been sure that he had been The One. But colleges and families had made their future all but impossible. Breaking up with him hadn't been easy on her but she constantly told herself she had done the right thing for both of them. With Tuck here now, standing in front of her, she couldn't remember the last time she felt these kinds of butterflies in her stomach. Had it been when they first met? "You never left mine either," she admitted quietly. "I spent a lot of years trying not to think about you. It wasn't easy."
She could’ve just been saying that, of course, but it didn’t feel like a lie. What could she gain from it anyway? He was already obviously hooked in, if she just wanted to sleep with him. Tuck could feel the gravity of it between them, even if nothing came of it. Just hearing that Brianna felt the same put more pressure in his chest, made the air feel thinner but hotter at the same time. Their bodies were almost touching, and his nerves felt tingly and overly aware of her, the anticipation like electricity. In the twenty-five years since they’d been together, he’d done his best to move on, and he’d even managed it well enough to get married, but that spark for Brianna had never been completely snuffed out. “No, it wasn’t,” he agreed, low and soft. Tuck trailed his fingers further up Brianna’s bare arm, feeling the goosebumps rise under his touch. “What are you thinking now?”
Brianna lied now and then but she didn't feel the need to lie to Tuck. What would that get her? He clearly didn't need soft words and placating in order to take her to bed. She was certain she could have had him in the band room if she had only wanted sex. Now if he asked her what she did want, Brianna wouldn't have been able to answer because she had no idea. She had no idea who she was right now, or where her life was headed. She did know she wanted to be here with him, staring into his eyes and feeling his fingers on her skin. It felt so different from when James touched her. Or hell, even Kane when they slept together. Brianna wouldn't have been able to explain it, but thankfully she didn't need to. "I'm thinking that it would be really lovely to undress you," she murmured. "To do the things I was only ever able to fantasize about since that phone call."
Tuck’s cock gave a sweet throb, and there was a tiny hitch in his next inhale. He couldn’t explain why, but he loved the thought of Brianna fantasizing about him in her marriage bed, her fingers between her legs and her skin flushed like it was now. Tuck’s fingertips drifted across the top of her shoulder to the side of her neck, his touch still feather-light. It felt almost like a sacred thing, to touch her again. He wanted to savor this moment and the tension humming between them. “That sounds fantastic to me.” A faint smile flickered across Tuck’s lips as he slipped his hand to the back of Brianna’s neck, under her hair. Her skin was so fucking warm, he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it. Tuck didn’t give a second thought to the fact that Brianna was married -- she was clearly here of her own free will and wanted this as much as he did, and that was all that mattered to him. His eyes studied hers for another couple of seconds before Tuck leaned in to kiss her, leaving plenty of time for her to pull away.
His fingers left a trail of heat on her skin and Brianna was desperately trying not to become unglued. She was a woman who was so used to projecting a certain image, and for the most part, keeping her emotions under control. But the softest touch from Tuck nearly had her melting and it was both thrilling and unnerving. There was no chance that she would pull away from him, though there was the briefest fear that their lips would meet and she would feel nothing - or worse, he would feel nothing. What if this chemistry was nothing more than nostalgia and there was really nothing left but memories? Those worries dissipated as soon as she parted her lips for his. The anticipatory tingles she had been experiencing intensified and her pussy throbbed with an ache she hadn't felt in a very, very long time. Brianna found the strength to release his shirt and her hand drifted up to cup his face, a soft sound of pleasure forming in her throat. He tasted so damn good, like liquor and Eddie, and Brianna remembered all of those times back in high school where they would lay there and kiss one another until her lips were so wonderfully swollen. She would be happy enough to do that tonight, but gods, she was craving so much more.
It was the kind of kiss that made the twenty five years disappear in a wisp of smoke, at least for a moment. Tuck was instantly transported back to high school, making those first tentative moves on the girl he was crazy about. He breathed her in as their mouths touched -- she smelled different, like a grown woman now, makeup and perfume, but underneath it was something deliciously familiar. The sound she made sent a thrill through Tucker’s body, and his cock swelled in his boxer briefs, straining against the soft material. The chemistry was still there, that was for damn sure. Tuck slipped his hand to Brianna’s lower back and pulled her in firmly against him, tilting his head and parting his lips to taste her deeper. He regretted making them drinks now, every flat surface seemed miles away and he wanted both of his hands free to touch her. In one way it felt so immediate and visceral and real, and in another he could scarcely believe it was happening. Tuck had known there was a chance of this happening if he showed up tonight, but he had talked himself into thinking that was just a fantasy. But here she was, and she tasted so good and he wanted her so bad.
With her body pressed to his, Brianna could feel just as much Tuck wanted her. For a moment she was afraid she would drop the glass in her hand, the desire to touch him was so strong, but she managed to grip it more tightly as she tasted him again, lost in a whirlwind of memories, arousal and maybe something deeper making her chest ache with yearning. All he'd had to do was walk into that gymnasium and now there she was, on his boat, ready to fall into bed with him. Brianna didn't want to pull away. She wanted his hand to stay on her back and his lips to keep kissing hers, but she was desperate to get both hands on his body so she pulled back with a soft inhale of breath and reached to take his glass from him so she could put them somewhere quickly. They could always finish their drinks after. With her hands free now, Brianna pulled Tuck back to her, both arms quickly coming up to wind around his shoulders and neck, catching his lips in another, heated kiss.
He was hotly amused and not surprised that it was Brianna who took initiative to free up their hands, and Tuck’s lips were curled into a smirk when she came back to them. His palms landed on her sides and slid down to her hips, not hesitating to taste her again. She’d always been an amazing kisser, and that didn’t seem to have changed. Maturing into a man had turned Tuck into a better lover over the years, in his opinion, and he couldn’t wait to show her. Not that he’d been terribly selfish as a teenager, just inexperienced and awkward sometimes. But he’d always been damn sincere, and he already felt that same intense drive in his body to please her. Tuck drew in a deep breath through his nose and curled his fingers in the fabric of Brianna’s jumpsuit. He kind of wanted to rip it off of her, but it felt expensive, so he just tugged her tighter against him. “How does this come off?” Tuck murmured against her lips.
Brianna knew that they had both grown and changed over the years and those passionate teenage encounters were in the past, but she was also damn eager to find out just how sexually compatible they were now. It would have been a lot easier on her heart, and her life, if this encounter ended up being disappointing, but just given the way Tuck kissed her now, Brianna knew there was no way that was going to happen. Brianna smiled against his lips, her hands slipping through his hair again. It was dark and thick and she could imagine herself gripping it in the throes of passion. "Zipper on the side," she said before kissing him again, still eager to taste as much of his mouth as she could.
It took Tuck’s thick fingers another moment or two to find that small delicate zipper, but his mouth didn’t falter one bit. Kissing Brianna again felt surreal in the best sort of way, like this was all the most pleasant dream he’d ever had, but at the same time Tuck hadn’t felt so in tune with his physical body in a very long time. It was like every nerve ending and cell was awake and tingling, his skin already anticipating her touch and her lips and curves. He caressed her tongue with his own as he pulled the zipper down, unable to resist slipping his hand inside of it to touch more of her, his palm gliding down her back. They were still standing up in the ‘living’ area, and he really needed to change that, but it took real willpower for Tuck to pull away from her mouth for a moment. “Come to bed with me,” he whispered, reaching up to take one of her hands. “I want to do this right.”
Surreal was an understatement for how this felt. Sure, she had fantasized about this happening on and off for years, ever since that passionate phone call, but that was all it had ever been - a fantasy. Brianna hadn't believed she would ever talk to Tuck again, let alone find herself in his arms this many years later. Unlike all of her other affairs, this one felt dangerous, but not in a way that caused Brianna to hesitate. Even if he sailed out of her life tomorrow, at least she would have this evening to remember with all of the other memories he had given her. Tuck's fingers left a trail of heat along her skin and Brianna inhaled softly when he pulled back from her mouth. But then his hand was in hers and she was following him to his bed. Sparks of heat sparred with the butterflies lingering in her stomach. Was she actually nervous? Brianna always prided herself on being a confident woman, but what if this ended horribly? What if he got her naked and didn't find her desirable? What if he was disappointed and regretted coming back to town? Brianna wasn't comfortable with insecurities and she was determined not to let her mind overwhelm everything else. She wanted him and he clearly wanted her. They could deal with the after part when it happened.
With the zipper already lowered, Brianna paused by Tuck's bed to start pushing the material down her body, her gaze still on his face. He was a pleasure to look at even now - his eyes were still gorgeous, and those lips... the facial hair was certainly a bonus and before she could help herself, Brianna huffed a small laugh from between her lips. "I don't know why but for some reason it feels like our first time. My hands are shaking."
Watching her start to undress made Tuck feel like someone had turned the heat up on the boat as far as it would go and then some. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it toward one of the nearby benches that served as a couch. Brianna’s comment made him smile and he reached to cover her hands with his to stop them. “It’s been a long time,” he murmured. “Allow me.” He didn’t quite feel like it was their first time, because he’d been a complete nervous wreck, and he thankfully wasn’t that tonight. Tuck was feeling some butterflies though, excitement mixed with some similar worries -- what if he couldn’t read her anymore to follow her cues, what if he couldn’t perform up to her adult standards, what if he came in one minute flat like he had their actual first time? Tuck tried not to worry about it yet, tried to focus just on guiding the jumpsuit down Brianna’s curves so she could step out of it. It left her in a bra and panties, and Tuck couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on her body. She looked fucking fantastic to him, and the appreciation showed in his expression. “Still so unbelievably beautiful,” he murmured, dipping in to kiss her again as his hands moved to find the back of her bra to unhook it.
There was really no mistaking the look in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her nearly bare body and Brianna could feel some of the worry fade to the back of her mind. She had always taken care of herself, even after having kids, but she was still aware of her age. For some reason, she had always imagined the women that James slept with had younger, firmer bodies. She liked to stay fit too, but she knew she couldn't exactly compete with a twenty-five year old. Brianna smiled before Tuck's lips were upon hers again, and she moaned softly in her throat while helping him get rid of her bra. Before she knew it, her fingers were deftly working open the buttons of his shirt. It seemed only fair that she get to undress him too, and she felt desperate to get her hands on his bare skin. She wouldn't think about James or her girlish insecurities for the rest of the night. Brianna wanted to be focused on Tuck and only Tuck. The way he touched and kissed her was intoxicating, and it was difficult to form a coherent thought anymore anyway. She just wanted Tuck as naked as she was so she could appreciate him just as much as he seemed to be appreciating her. And so she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and dipped her head just enough to press kisses along his jaw and down to his throat.
Tuck had been with his fair share of twenty five year olds, long after he probably should’ve been, and while a tight young body was nice, there was so much more to attraction. As his hands caressed the shape of Brianna, he loved how she felt, the lush femininity of her. She’d always had a gorgeous figure, and that hadn’t changed, in Tuck’s opinion. His body was different too, thicker and hairier and a bit more padding around his waist than he liked, but that came with his indulgent lifestyle. Tuck was more excited to get his clothes off than worried about her opinion of what was underneath, his heart thudding quick and hard in his chest now. He caught a breath when Brianna pulled her mouth away from his, head tilting a bit as she kissed over his beard. Tuck caressed her breasts until he had to take his hands away to get his shirt all the way off, then helped Brianna peel his undershirt off. His cock was straining against the front of his pants, eager to be uncovered next, but he was dying to feel their bare chests together, so Tuck pulled her in tight for a moment, dipping his head in to kiss and nibble at the side of her neck.
Tuck felt so different beneath her hands. The boy she had fallen in love with so long ago was a man now and Brianna was eager to get to know him all over again. Her body shivered against his, though it had nothing to do with being cold. His chest was broad and firm and Brianna was sure he could feel her heart pounding against him. For a moment, Brianna didn't want to move. His lips were heavenly on her skin, his arms strong. They hadn't seen one another in so long, yet standing there in Tuck's arms was such a familiar sensation that it probably would have unnerved her if she wasn't so caught up in how he was making her feel. Brianna's hands ran down his sides, her fingertips teasing along the waistline of his pants before she turned her face to catch his mouth in another kiss. There was an underlying desperation, a need for him, and for this, but Brianna didn't want to rush it, not when she had no idea just how long Tuck planned to be in town. But she could feel how much he wanted her and Brianna moaned soft in her throat as one hand slipped down to touch him through his pants.
He didn't really have a plan for any of this, no end date when he had to leave. Tuck already knew that he didn’t want to go, not now that he knew this was possible. He didn’t presume to know what would happen after tonight, but he didn’t care to think that far ahead. All that mattered was this moment, Brianna’s skin on his, the way she tasted as his tongue delved past her lips again. Tuck’s inhale was sharp and quick as she found his bulge, and he let his hands lightly caress the shape of her back. That moan of hers made him tingle. Part of Tuck wanted to throw Brianna on the bed, to just unzip and plunge into her with abandon. She deserved better than that, though, more care and attention she didn’t seem to be getting at home. Her comment about her and her husband both cheating on each other echoed in the back of his mind, and he wondered already if he was better than any of her other lovers. Tuck wasn’t going to ask, he was just going to be sure to blow all of them out of the water. His hands slid down to her hips and he turned them so Brianna’s back was toward the bed, kissing her deeper for a beat before he pulled back enough to look at her. “You should lie down,” he murmured.
If there was one thing Brianna was used to, it was comparing her lovers to James. But her husband was the farthest thing from her mind now. All she could think about and focus on was Tuck and the way his lips had her craving him in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time. There was so much more going on here than pure physical attraction, even though she knew that was ridiculous, given they hadn't been together in over two decades. But Brianna couldn't exactly stop what was going on inside of her mind and body, nor did she want to at the moment. She just wanted Tuck. She wanted his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth, and she wanted to touch every inch of his bare body to familiarize herself with him all over again. It occurred to her rather belatedly that he had moved her toward the bed and Brianna opened her eyes to look at him, her lips twitching into a small smile before she released him and sat down on the edge of the bed before scooting back to lie down as he'd suggested. It allowed her to see him better and appreciate just how gorgeous he was.
Tuck had just as lovely a view from his end, watching the way Brianna’s body moved as she made room on the bed. Looking at her made his heart feel like it was skipping beats. He could barely remember the last time he’d had this same nervous excitement in his stomach over a woman -- more often these days it was tied to a hot winning streak at the tables, but he felt it keenly now. Tuck scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as his hands fell to the front of his pants. He undid the fly and pushed them down, but left his boxer briefs on for the moment. Brianna was still in her panties, and there was something hot about peeling clothes off one piece at a time. Tuck crawled onto the bed and over Brianna, eager to get his mouth on her again, but still trying not to rush. He knew she might decide later that this was a bad idea, this might be the only reunion they got to have, and he wanted them both to thoroughly enjoy it. He settled on his side next to Brianna, one thigh sliding on top of hers as he moved to kiss her again.
Brianna had regretted plenty of things in her life, but she couldn't imagine regretting this. Being there with Tuck was helping Brianna forget about everything else going on in her life and she was more than happy to pretend that she and Tuck were the only two people left in the world tonight. Licking her bottom lip as Tuck got rid of his pants, Brianna's heart tripped in her chest the more skin he exposed to her. The last time she had seen Tuck naked was over two decades ago and yet it was still as exciting as the first time, despite how different both of their bodies were now. Brianna was dying to get her hands on him and thankfully he didn't make her wait terribly long. Her hand came up to slide into Tuck's hair as he kissed her and Brianna parted her lips for his, eager to sink right back into the heavenly bliss that was his mouth. His thigh was firm and warm against hers and Brianna's free arm slipped around him to pull him even closer. Every nerve ending in her body was raw and on fire and she was desperate for more of his weight and warmth.
He leaned into her more, his whole scalp tingling from her fingers in his hair. Tuck leaned on one elbow, the other hand sliding up Brianna’s body to cup and caress her bare breast. Fuck, she felt and looked and smelled and tasted so damn good already, he wanted to just inhale all of her, wallow in her beauty and the way she made him feel. Tuck was aware in a rational sense that they barely knew each other. Nobody stayed the same after twenty years had passed, nor should they ... but it didn’t feel that way to him now. It felt like more of a homecoming than walking into the high school had, that was for damn sure. Tuck had never quite gotten over the heartbreak of losing Brianna, he’d always had so many ‘what if’ questions in his mind with no answers, but now at least he knew the answer to one of them, and it seemed to be an enthusiastic yes. He kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing hers while he enjoyed touching her, his fingers teasing her nipple. Tuck slid his leg up higher, nudging the top of his knee against the warmth between her legs, a soft groan catching in his throat. How many years had it been since he’d just made out like this without rushing to the sex? Probably too many.
Brianna knew that Tuck didn't know her very well anymore, nor she him, but none of that really seemed to matter. Their lives took very different paths but laying with him now seemed as natural to Brianna as it had when they were both seventeen. Tuck still knew how to kiss and Brianna felt that familiar slow burn of passion building in her core. Back when they used to make out until their bodies were aching with a need they'd never experienced before. His hand on her skin felt different, stronger and more confident. His touch was as stimulating as his mouth and Brianna could feel herself throbbing with an ache that was both intoxicating and frustrating. She let her own hand wander, drifting through his hair and then down to slide over his bare shoulder, to his chest. Her fingers brushed through his chest hair. A soft moan formed in her throat at the feel of his knee pressing between her thighs and Brianna slid her own leg higher, eager for more friction. As happy as she was to lay there and just kiss Tuck until she felt like she might implode, Brianna couldn't help lower her hand to his underwear, where she let her fingertips slip just beneath the waistband to tease him a bit.
Gods, he already wanted Brianna’s hands all over him. In their past, she’d been more confident than him when it came to sex, less hesitant to go after what she wanted, and he’d always gotten a sexy sense of ownership from her ... Tuck had loved being hers. So many things had changed, but a bit of that sense was creeping back in on the edges of his arousal. It probably wasn’t anything he should encourage in himself, but at the moment Tuck was helpless to do anything but ride the waves of feelings rolling through him. He could pick it apart later, he just wanted to stay in the current warm moment. He gently nipped at Brianna’s bottom lip as they kissed, a soft sound of approval humming in his throat as her fingers explored a bit further. His own hand squeezed her breast again before sliding further down to give the elastic on her hip a little snap. A second later Tuck’s hand was inside the silky material to caress the curve of her ass. He pulled her in slightly closer, increasing the pressure against his thigh. He could feel how damp and hot she was getting, and it made his cock ache fiercely.
A sharper moan emitted in her throat as pleasure throbbed between her legs, intensified by the pressure of Tuck's knee. Gods, it was like she was laying in her bed with him twenty-something years ago, caught up in exciting teenage hormones. But the arousal she felt now was just as intense, but in a completely different way. Years of living were attached to it now. Regrets and yearnings and all of those "what if" fantasies that plagued her from time to time. Being in Tuck's bed now was a fantasy come to life and she still couldn't believe that it was happening. Brianna slipped her hand even further into his boxer briefs, finding his cock already hard and aching for her. A soft breath escaped her and she smiled against his mouth before letting her fingers dance over his length to get a proper feel. "You still feel as good as I remember," she murmured against his mouth.
Tuck had dreamed and fantasized about this moment -- or countless other moments like it -- so many times over the years. It probably hadn’t been healthy for him to nurse that fixation for as long as he had, but there had always been a certain romantic haze around it all that had never made it feel wrong. Just sad sometimes. But here he was now, back in Brianna’s arms and Tuck’s breath caught when she touched him more intimately. Brianna had been the first girl to ever touch him like that, and few others had known how to make his spine tingle like that. Tuck let out a soft groan, a smile flickering across his lips. “Me too ... I mean, you too ... fuck,” he mumbled, then let out a little huff. It was hard to think straight with her light teasing touch on his dick. To make up for his verbal failure, he kissed her again and slid his hand around her hip to touch her in kind, gently brushing against her with the pads of his fingers. She was slick and hot and the sensation made his stomach clench and flutter.
Brianna knew exactly what he was trying to say and she couldn't help but feel an extra thrill that she was still able to do this to him, after all these years. It was like the last two decades had never happened and they were still so naturally entwined in one another. Brianna's breath hitched as soon as she felt his fingers between her thighs and she pressed encouragingly into his touch. The first few times they had messed around like this as teenagers, he had been so hesitant and unsure, but now his touch was gentle, but firm, and Brianna moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tightening slightly around his cock as she began to stroke him. She wanted to get rid of the rest of their clothes and take him until they were both mindless with pleasure... and yet she also wanted to lay here and tease and revel in this entire encounter.
He could still distinctly remember how he’d felt that first time, how damn exciting and nerve-wracking it had been. Tuck had been eager but scared to do it wrong or hurt her as he learned just how delicate everything about the female body felt. He’d learned a lot since then, but he’d always cherished the memories of those first nervous explorations. Tuck was feeling the same excitement now, it was just wrapped up in maturity and experience now. He slowly flexed his hips as she stroked him, hungry for more of that delicious friction. Tuck curled his wrist a bit to reach further and teased Brianna’s opening with one finger. A second later he slipped his middle digit into her, groaning soft against her lips. “Fuck, I want to be inside you,” he breathed, then nipped softly at her bottom lip.
It was crazy how much pleasure one finger could give her and Brianna groaned low in her throat, her hand tightening briefly around Tuck's cock before she remembered herself. The desire to lick and kiss and bite every inch of his body was strong, but wanting to feel his body against and inside of hers was even stronger. Maybe they would have time for all of the other stuff later. "Take these off," Brianna breathed, slipping her hand from his boxer briefs to start pushing them down his hips. She got rid of her panties just as quickly before pressing her hand to Tuck's chest to get him onto his back so she could straddle him. Brianna brushed her hair behind her shoulder before leaning down to kiss him again, rubbing herself against his cock to tease for a moment. "Is this okay?" Brianna asked against his mouth, smiling a touch.
Finally they were fully bare to one another, and as much as Tucker wanted to explore every inch of Brianna, he was happy to be on his back for her. It was the perfect position for his hands to run all over her though, and he didn’t hesitate, palms and fingers sliding up the length of her thighs and hips as she settled in. She was so deliciously soft and curvy, and the way she ground down against him sent pleasure sparking up his spine. “God, yes,” Tuck breathed, smiling back briefly. ‘Okay’ didn’t even begin to describe it. He let out a soft groan as he sealed his mouth against hers again, tasting her deep while he rolled his hips up to put more pressure on her pussy. Everything was getting slick between them, and it made his balls ache with anticipation. He reached down to grip Brianna’s ass.
A shiver raced down her spine as Tuck arched his hips against her and Brianna knew it was time to alleviate the ache inside of her. She flicked her tongue against his and reached between them to guide the tip of his cock inside of her. That was all the help she really needed, because with one roll of her hips, he was seated deep, her pussy throbbing pleasantly around him. Gods, after all these years, it still felt amazing to have Tuck inside of her. It was a familiar feeling, and yet, brand new in a way too. Brianna remained still, but continued to kiss Tuck, wanting to simply enjoy the sensation before she began to move again. As hot as that phone call had
been, there was nothing like the real thing and she still couldn't believe that it was happening.
His cock slid so smoothly into Brianna’s body, like it was the most natural thing in the world. In a way he supposed it was, but it felt so right. Having sex with a married woman probably shouldn’t feel so good ... but she wasn’t that to Tuck. She was Brianna, the first woman he’d ever fallen in love with. Also the first woman he’d ever done this with, and that meant more than he really wanted to admit. Tuck dragged in a sharp inhale through his nose, then groaned deeply against her lips, his cock flexing inside of her. She felt incredible already, and he was glad that she was giving them a moment to adjust. He slowly stroked her ass and hips, unable to get enough of touching her. “Fuck, I missed that feeling,” he whispered against her lips, flexing his hips upward just a bit.
She had always found some satisfaction in cheating on James, like he was somehow getting what he deserved for not being the husband she'd wanted him to be, but now he was so far from her mind that he might as well not even exist. Right now, there were no comparisons, no smugness or regrets. It was just her and Tuck and the moment they were sharing. Wasn't that how it had always been when they were together? There had never been another boy on Brianna's mind, so it made sense that he'd completely overwhelmed her senses now, too. The way his hands continued to roam over her body sent shivers of fresh pleasure down Brianna's spine and she pressed down to meet his hips, gasping softly as he pushed even deeper into her. "Me too," she murmured before kissing him deeply again. She started to rock her hips in a steady, but gentle motion. As badly as she wanted to fuck his brains out, Brianna wanted this to last. When he left again, she wanted him to take these memories with him and have them for herself as well.
God, it was hard to hold back already, she felt so exquisite around him. Tuck belatedly thought that maybe he should’ve put a condom on, if only to give his stamina a boost, but he cared more about really feeling her. He rocked slightly underneath Brianna, to her rhythm, pushing himself in deep with every press of her hips into his. Tuck kissed her back inconsistently, swinging between deep hungry swipes of his tongue and his mouth going still as his body got distracted with pleasure. As far as he was concerned, this was just the first time of many, but he still wanted to hold on to make this as enjoyable as he could. The last thing Tuck wanted to do was disappoint her with this experience they’d both been dreaming about. He let out a low groan into the kiss, dragging an unsteady breath in through his nose. Tuck’s hands slid to squeeze Brianna’s hips, following the way her body moved. She’d always been so fucking sensual, graceful and confident even at their young age ... it still made Tuck feel like he was melting inside.
Every little movement of Tuck's hips, every touch of his hands, was like more fuel being thrown onto an already out of control fire. How many times had she fantasized about this over the years? Or dreamed about it? Certainly more so after their late night phone call. She still couldn't quite believe it was happening now, though if she was being honest with herself, Brianna knew as soon as she'd laid eyes upon him earlier that the night would end this way. How could it not? They'd barely been able to talk on the phone for a few minutes before it had slipped into rather erotic territory. Being in the same space as Tuck... well, this had been inevitable. With a soft gasp, Brianna straightened, placing her hands on his chest to use as leverage as she rode him. It was becoming more difficult to ignore the ache in her body, the way she needed more. As badly as she wanted to look at him and watch his gorgeous face, Brianna's eyes fell shut as the pleasure began to overtake her.
She was a divine vision floating over him, her breasts bouncing with every move she made, pleasure etched all over her face. Tuck wanted to memorize it, keep it forever, but that was never as easy as it sounded when one was in the moment. Tuck slid his hands up Brianna’s sides and down her arms to squeeze her wrists, holding onto her for a moment. He loved her weight against his chest, the feel of her body moving over his. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he breathed up at her as he worked his hips with more force, driving up to meet her body with his. Jolts of pleasure shot into his balls with every thrust, drawing low groans out of him. This was everything he’d hoped for and more when he’d impulsively decided to sail in for the reunion -- all of his cravings for Brianna had rushed to the surface at the slim possibility this could happen. And here they were in his bed, tasting their incredible chemistry again.
At the sound of his voice, Brianna opened her eyes to look at him. She knew she was attractive and had been told as much throughout most of her life, but somehow the compliment from Tuck hit differently. It spread warmth throughout her entire being, and she wished she could make him understand how much it meant to her after being married for years to a man who seemed to be only partly there, physically and emotionally. But all of that was Too Much right now. They were reconnecting physically, and Brianna was certainly not going to bombard him with emotional grenades. It helped that she couldn't quite formulate coherent words. Not with the way he was thrusting his hips against her, his cock driving deep and drawing needy moans from Brianna's lips. She matched his intensity as she rode him harder, her fingertips pressing firmly into his chest. Pleasure was beginning to spiral out of her control, which wasn't at all surprising to her, considering how many times she had fantasized about this, and now it was happening.
Tuck couldn’t even imagine being with Brianna and not telling her how beautiful and amazing and sexy she was every single day. He didn’t know much yet about her relationship with her husband, just that it didn’t seem great, and the way Brianna looked at him as she sped her hips up made him think she didn’t hear such things very often. Which was a shame, but something he already wanted to rectify for her. Tuck’s hands slid up her arms again so he could cup both her breasts. Brianna was too far away to kiss, but he lifted his head and shoulders off of the bed, abs flexing under her palms, and caught one nipple in his mouth to suck and nibble for a brief moment. He just couldn’t keep his hands and mouth off of her, every inch of him was hungry for more. Tuck fell back again with a groan, feeling the way Brianna’s body was tightening around him. She felt close to orgasm, and he couldn’t wait to get her there. He concentrated on keeping up with the pace she was controlling, his own body feeling tight and shaky with pleasure.
James complimented her now and then, though lately it seemed perfunctory. It wasn't something Brianna could really be upset about, given she went through the motions as much as he did. That didn't mean she didn't love James. She did. He was the father of her children, and they had a history. But their marriage certainly hadn't turned out the way she had imagined it would on their wedding day. Would things have been different if she'd married Tuck? Of course. Would it have been better? Brianna had no idea, no matter what her fleeting fantasies over the years told her. She built a home with James and found passion and solace in the arms of other men. It was a life that had worked for her for so long. Now, she didn't know anymore. Since coming home from that dreadful place, Brianna's thoughts and desires had been all over the place. Right now she felt grounded, watching pleasure flicker across Tuck's face as her own ecstasy began to unravel deep within her core. Brianna was losing herself in the way he kept touching her, how hot his mouth felt against her skin, and the noises he made deep in his throat. With every movement of their bodies, his cock seemed to hit just the right spot, finally pushing Brianna over that peak where nothing else mattered but pulsing, exquisite pleasure. "Eddie," she moaned, her nails pressing firmly into his chest as her entire body shuddered over him.
He was equally clueless as to how their life would’ve gone if they’d gotten a chance to spend it together. Maybe they would’ve crashed and burned early, maybe they would’ve started out strong but grown apart over the years, maybe his wanderlust would’ve fucked everything up for them somewhere in the middle. Tuck didn’t know -- couldn’t know. Looking back, he was sure Brianna didn’t regret having her kids, even if maybe she wondered about the relationship parts of it all. Tuck had surely wondered ... but now he didn’t have to wonder about this. Brianna was obviously still attracted to him, they still had chemistry in the bedroom, and that meant quite a lot to Tuck. The way she moaned his first name sent a hard shiver down his spine, and Tuck thrust in deep and held there while she throbbed around his cock. His toes curled with effort to hold back on his own climax, not wanting anything to distract him from basking making Brianna come again after so long, but fuck it felt so good. Even the pricks of her fingernails in his skin made his balls ache. He managed to keep his control, groaning faintly as he rode her climax out with her.
It made no sense to feel this way about someone she hadn't seen in two decades, but history was history and Tuck had meant a lot to her. His kiss still stoked the fire inside of her. Her body had responded to him as soon as she'd laid eyes on him again in their old high school gymnasium, so it didn't surprise Brianna that he could still make her come like this. As the trembling faded and Brianna regained some of her breath, she hummed in deep satisfaction before lowering herself again to kiss him. The orgasm had been amazing, but the ache deep within her craved more, because she knew he hadn't gotten there yet and Brianna wanted to feel that as much as anything. "Much better than laying in bed alone and using my fingers," she murmured against his mouth, her lips twitching into a small smile. Of course, his voice was sexy and had gotten her off too, but the real thing was so much more satisfying.
“Much,” Tuck agreed in a low grunt, his lips curling slightly. While he loved knowing that he’d inspired her to get herself off that night with so much distance between them, it seemed just like a tiny appetizer compared to this. He stroked his hands down her sides as he kissed Brianna again, his tongue slipping past her lips to show her how much he still wanted to devour her. Tuck’s heart squeezed in his chest as he slid one arm around her to hold her closer and rocked his hips gently to keep up a bit of that delicious friction. With a little growl in his throat, Tuck moved them, holding Brianna tight to him as he sat up halfway and rolled with her to tuck her body under his. She’d had her turn on top, now he was going to be controlling the pace. Tuck’s mouth covered Brianna’s again as he settled his weight, pushing his cock firmly into her. She felt so goddamn good and welcoming around him, he had to marvel for a moment that this was happening at all, after so many years. It was like a literal wet dream come true. He started to pump his hips, slow and steady to relish the feel of her.
Brianna moaned into the kiss, her arms and legs wrapping instinctively around Tuck's body. She loved feeling his weight against her. It was sexy and dominant, but also, in a completely different way, familiar and comforting. With her hands moving restlessly up and down his back, Brianna tasted his mouth thoroughly. Her body was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, but the pleasure was building again with every thrust of Tuck's hips. Brianna didn't want to romanticize anything, but their history certainly added another layer of feeling to the entire evening. With the other men she'd slept with over the years, Brianna had never had to worry about emotional attachment complicating things. Kane was probably the only man Brianna had found herself caring about, but she couldn't exactly say those feelings had been romantic. Her history with Tuck made it difficult for Brianna to shut down that part of her brain. She didn't exactly want to either.
Tuck wasn’t really trying to rein any emotion in -- that seemed impossible anyway, considering that they were naked and tangled up together like this. His feelings were a flood, and while they might not be ‘safe’ to have outside of this boat, in the moment he had Brianna fully engrossed in what was happening with him. If there was any time to feel what he was feeling, it was now. He loved the way she was touching him, his skin coming alive under her soft hands, he loved how she tasted and her heavy breathing and those little sounds she made. Fuck, she was sexy. Brianna hadn’t belonged to him -- as much as anyone could ‘belong’ to anyone -- in decades, but Tuck felt possessive of her now, starved for her attention and love. In spite of their outside situation, he could feel that love now, and he was dying for more of it. Needing more oxygen, Tuck pulled his mouth away from hers and pushed their temples together, his eyes squeezing shut in concentration as his body began to speed up, driving into her harder.
Drawing in a harsh breath, Brianna clutched the back of Tuck's shoulders, drawing her knees up higher around his waist. With the way he drove his cock into her, it was impossible to hold back her cries of ecstasy, louder now than before. Brianna felt the passion radiating from Tuck, the kind that went beyond the passion that came from great sex. There was something about it that allowed Brianna to drop any lingering walls, to feel something beyond the physical pleasure. She could cling to Tuck and pretend that in that moment, she did belong to him again. Even if it was temporary, it was still exhilarating. No one else in her life, past or present, could trigger this kind of response in Brianna and she decided to just let go and enjoy every second.
He wasn’t sure if it was the change in angle or intensity or something inside of Brianna, but Tuck felt an erotic shift in the air that made his chest feel too full, in a good way. It was close to the feeling currently pulsing in his balls, a tightness that was begging for a release. He knew better than to start spouting off about how much he still felt for her, how often she crossed his mind, how excited he’d been to potentially see her ... so he was just going to have to channel that chest release through their physical connection. For now, anyway. Tuck didn’t have a future plan for any of this, he just knew he was desperate for more of it. He grunted and groaned helplessly as he fucked her, carried along in the moment by the intense pleasure in his body and the vague desire for this to never end. Tuck slowed his hips as he got too close to the edge, rolling his hips to push in deep and slow for a moment while he claimed Brianna’s mouth for more breathless kisses. “I wanna feel you come again,” he whispered against her lips, quirking a faint smile. “Is this good?”
There were so many things that could be said, but Brianna wasn't sure she could think coherently enough to form the words. All she could focus on was the way Tuck felt beneath her hands, the way he sounded in her ear and how their bodies seemed to have picked up exactly where they'd left off two decades ago. The only difference now was that teenage awkwardness had been replaced with more mature sexuality and Brianna couldn't get enough of it. As Tuck slowed the pace, Brianna tried to catch her breath, hindered quite happily by Tuck's mouth claiming hers again. Opening her eyes to look at him, she ran her hands down his back, dragging her nails gently. Fresh, throbbing arousal surged through her and Brianna lifted her hips to his, pressing him in deeper. "This is perfect," she murmured.
While she didn't feel too much different to Tuck, there was more of a maturity to her than there used to be. Not that she'd been lacking it when they'd been together -- Brianna had certainly been a put together teen -- the added experience of twenty years was just easy to see. Hopefully in both of them, even if Tuck often felt like he didn't have his life fully together. He'd definitely learned a lot more about sex, and he hoped that showed on his end too. Tuck just wanted to fill her with as much pleasure as he could while he had the chance. Who knew where their paths would lead once they left this room. He took her cue on the depth, gazing into her eyes as he thrust deep and slow for a moment. I missed you, I love you, you're still my dream woman... He keenly felt all those things that weren't fair to say. Tuck kissed her again instead, his body moving languidly against hers, relishing how tight and hot she was around him.
There was plenty Brianna wanted to say, but she knew this wasn't the right time for it. It was easy to blame all of her emotions on the sex, and she knew people could say stupid things amid passion. It was better to keep certain thoughts to herself and instead lose herself in Tuck and how his body moved over and into her own. The lazier pace allowed Brianna time to run her hands over his body, to explore instead of grope. She moaned softly against his mouth, trailing her fingernails up his back to his shoulders. So many things had changed since high school, and Brianna sensed those changes in Tuck as well. She wanted to know him again, to discover who he was at this age. Would they still be compatible? Would they still have enough in common to bind them together? Was she starting to let her mind wander into extremely dangerous territory? Yes, she was, but it seemed impossible to shut it down completely. Two decades later and Tuck still had a hold on her she hadn't been able to shake completely. One hand lifted to slip into his hair and she held him to her mouth, tasting him with a deep kiss as her legs wrapped more tightly around his waist.
Even coming back to Point Pleasant had been dangerous territory for Tuck and his lingering feelings. It could have all blown up in his face, Brianna could have reacted completely differently to his presence than she did, if her feelings about their illicit phonecall had soured over the years. She had fully moved on with her life, after all, with an ongoing marriage and children and all those things that Tuck could throw a wrench into even without meaning to. It had felt like a risk to come, but it had definitely paid off, and this reward was a fantasy come true. Tuck’s skin rose in goosebumps under Brianna’s nails, and his cock pulsed inside of her. At the moment he couldn’t separate their current connection from their history and the unresolved feelings that had never fully left him. He gradually let more of a rhythm build again, his body pressed to Brianna’s as much as the position would allow. God, he just wanted to live in this moment, between her legs, forever. Tuck kissed her as deeply as he could as his thrusting ramped up again, pleasure rolling through him in delicious waves.
Brianna had soured on a lot of things over the years, but Eddie, and their phone call, hadn't been one of them. It had become more of a wistful memory, especially once she had accepted that he probably wouldn't be calling her again. And he hadn't. Instead he had come back to see her, back to this hellish town and all the hellish memories he probably had of it. Even if this was all he wanted, Brianna couldn't really hate him for it. She wanted it too. Whatever may happen later was irrelevant, because, so far, tonight had been perfect. Gasping against Tuck's mouth, Brianna began to move her hips with his, matching his pace. His cock was pressing against just the right spot and she needed more of it. She gripped his hips and drew her mouth from his to pull in a deep breath, finding herself distracted again by her body's response to his.
Fuck, she made it hard to hold on when she grabbed at him like that. Tuck's balls were tight and aching, but he clenched hard and kept thrusting, his cock pounding deeply into Brianna. He knew his edge was inches away, but he was determined to set her off again. Tuck wanted to make her feel as incredible as he did, wanted her to have only good memories of this night, no matter where it went from there. It felt like he was getting there, judging by the way her soaked pussy clenched around him. Tuck pushed himself up on his hands to get more leverage and fucked her a little faster. "Goddamn you feel so good," he groaned between harsh breaths. He strained to cling to control a tiny bit longer, but he didn't stop in time. With a growled curse, his body shuddered and Tuck's cock bucked and throbbed. He kept thrusting as steadily as he could, groaning deep.
If Tuck's goal had been to make her feel incredible, he succeeded ten fold. If she could somehow will them both into staying like this all night, she would, without question. Brianna responded to Tuck's words with a loud, breathless moan, her hands clutching his body even as she arched beneath it. Distantly, she realized he was coming, but it didn't matter because she was as well. The throb between her legs was intense, almost painful, but she didn't shy away from it. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him as she trembled violently. Gods it felt good. It was entirely possible they would have nothing in common as adults, but the physical chemistry certainly hadn't changed, had it? Brianna licked her lips and opened her eyes to look at him, still struggling to catch her breath.
Brianna’s orgasm only made Tuck’s feel even better, and he enjoyed those brief moments of physical bliss as her body milked his cock for everything he had. It had been a very long time since Tuck had gotten to have sex without a condom involved, and he got a quick imagination flash of getting Brianna pregnant ... something that in reality would have freaked him out, but in the orgasm-haze it felt incredibly hot. God, he’d missed her. Tuck’s body slowed to a stop and he gazed down into Brianna’s eyes for a few heartbeats before he kissed her gently. He didn’t know where they went from here, but he felt happy and sated enough to not think much beyond the next couple of hours. He just hoped Brianna didn’t feel the need to rush off all of the sudden. Tuck knew she probably couldn’t stay all night, but damn if he didn’t want her to. He kissed her a bit more before he rolled off of her and onto his side with a little groan, propping his head up on one hand. “Helluva reunion,” he murmured with a tiny smile.
With James being home, Brianna knew she couldn't stay all night, though she wished she could. Falling asleep and waking up in Tuck's arms sounded like literal heaven. Perhaps it was the post-orgasmic glow making her feel that way, but Brianna was willing to embrace it at the moment. At least she could stay for a while. James wouldn't question it if she came home later than expected. As Tuck moved off of her Brianna released a soft breath, resisting the urge to pull him back on top of her. Instead she rolled onto her side, facing him, a smile playing on her lips. "Much better than I expected it to be," she said, reaching up to brush some of his hair from his forehead. "I still can't believe you came. I honestly didn't think I would ever see you in Point Pleasant again."
Tuck draped an arm around her as she rolled in toward him, his fingers lightly stroking her back. She looked beyond gorgeous, her pale skin flushed in pretty spots and her hair mussed and that contented glow coming off of her. Tuck wanted to take this moment and preserve it somehow, forever. “I wasn’t sure I would ever come back,” he told her softly. “But then I heard about the reunion and all I could think about was you.” It had driven him to so much distraction, he couldn’t focus on much else until he’d made the decision to come. So many crazy offers tingled the tip of his tongue -- he could give her any type of life she desired, she could want for nothing ever again, if she left town with him, left it all behind -- but Tuck knew that was just pleasure and chemistry overriding his good sense. If moves were made to keep them together, they wouldn’t be fast or smooth moves. Brianna had a whole life here. “It’s so good to see you again,” Tuck murmured instead as he gazed at her.
Yes, it still did something to her insides when Tuck spoke like that. They had already admitted that they thought of one another over the years, and he had already told her that he had come back to see her, but for some reason, it felt so surreal, almost like a daydream she was having. They hadn't spoken in so long and hadn't seen one another even longer, and now here they were, tangled up in one another in Tuck's bed. It was like nothing had changed. Except everything had changed. "You'll stay for a while, won't you?" she asked softly, "Here in Point Pleasant. I know it's unfair of me to ask you to do that, but I'd like to spend more time with you before you're gone again. I want to get to know you again."