This Love's Not for Sale (15 page)

“
Here it comes…” Tucker warned Lilliana, resting both his hands on her head.

A
sudden splash of hot, salty cum filled her mouth and Lilliana swallowed quickly. With Tucker still in her mouth, she continued to glide her hand along his dick, milking out every last bit of his precious gift. A small drop of cum dribbled from her mouth and she swiftly wiped her chin and grinned up at Tucker proudly.

Lilliana stood, pulling Tucker’s pants and boxers
up and buttoning them for him. She then put her panties back on and turned to see Tucker resting against her bedroom door watching her quietly.

“I told you I would see you on your knees.”

Lilliana was more attractive on her knees than Tucker could’ve imagined. The best part of all was that he hadn’t even asked or expected her oral reciprocation. Lilliana gave Tucker a bashful smile. She truly was a beauty to behold when she was in submissive mode, or at least her version of acquiescent.

He led her to the ca
r and helped her in, his excitement bubbling to the surface again. He couldn’t decide whether or not to go through with his plans of taking her for a dance lesson or to just take her back to his place and fuck her senseless. He wanted inside her so badly he could scarcely breathe or concentrate the entire drive. Lilliana sat silently looking out the passenger window and Tucker wondered what was going on inside that overactive brain of hers. He reached over and slid his hand up her dress, skimming his fingertips along the inside of her thigh and crease of her pussy. He wanted another taste. Pushing his fingers past her panties and into her, Lilliana leaned her head back and turned to face him. Her eyes were languid and needy as they watched his mouth.  Tucker withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices off them.

“You’re insatiable,” Lilliana smirked.

Tucker chuckled. “You have no idea.”

And she really didn’t. He could go for hours and he planned on it, too. He had yet to find
a woman who had the kind of stamina he did and he just hoped Lilliana could keep up with him. She definitely could keep up with him when it came to warring with words, so he had high hopes for his feisty mistress.

“So where are we going?”

“Dance lessons.”

Lilliana sat up straight
and her eyes lit up. “Like ballroom dancing?”

“Swing dancing. The music you were listening to the other night really put me in the mood and I’d love to feel that sweet little body of yours moving in time with mine.”

“I’ve never taken dance lessons. Have you?”

“No, but I’ve always wanted to. I’ve just never found anyone I wanted to try it with.”

“Ahh, shucks. Thanks, McG. I knew you had it bad for me,” Lilliana kidded.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s just a dance lesson,” he mocked.

“First a BJ, then dance lessons, next starry eyes, and BAM, you’re at my beck and call, boning me day and night,” Lilliana giggled.

Tucker liked
mischievous Lilliana and hell, maybe she was right. “You can only hope,” he grinned back at her.

Parking the car, Tucker and Lilliana made their way to a small brick building in downtown Bridgeport. A few people were milling around out front, several of whom he knew from past business ventures. To his horror, a former girlfriend spotted hi
m and Lilliana; if that’s what you wanted to call her. She was more like a short-term playmate than a girlfriend. Nonetheless, it was awkward, but he only had himself to blame for having had such a bevy of females and it was inevitable that he would run into them frequently and at the most inopportune times.

Tucker tried t
o guide Lilliana away but Bethany approached. Lilliana was friendly as usual and introduced herself. The two engaged in a brief conversation and Tucker avoided Bethany’s gaze. He just wanted her to go the fuck away before Lilliana became aware of who she was.

“T
ucker and I go way back,” Bethany hinted.

Tucker immediately shot her a nasty look.

Lilliana was quick and it was obvious she sensed Tucker’s discomfort and irritation. “That’s twice in one day I’ve heard that.”

What the hell did Lilliana mean by twice?
Tucker gripped onto Lilliana’s upper arm and addressed Bethany brusquely.

“
Good night, Beth,” he stated clipped, giving her a cold, hard stare.

Just as Tucker expected
, Bethany backed down. She was one of the few who had allowed Tucker to punish her and she knew well what he was capable of.  When Tucker faced Lilliana she had a bewildered look on her face.

At the dance class, several couples were already gliding around the dance floor and an instructor approached them and instructed them to wait with the others. Tucker felt odd and out of place, but Lilliana held onto his hand, putting him at ease. The teacher informed them both that the nice thing about swing dancing was that if they were good at it, they would look fabulous and if they were terrible, they would still look like they were having fun. Tucker always considered himself to be a good dancer
, and he felt he had a fairly good sense of rhythm. It was good because once the lesson started, Lilliana proved to be quite a challenging partner. Her movements were awkward and out of sync with his, but still – they laughed and he was having a fantastic time.

When she harshly stepped on his foot, Tucker took the lead. He desperate
ly hoped she would allow it because he wasn’t sure his feet could withstand anymore abuse.

“I’m so bad at this,” she apologized sweetly.

“Just relax, let go of your inhibitions and let me guide you,” he instructed.

Lilliana’s body softened in his arms but she held on firmly. It was at that point that their bodies became one. Slowly, their movements matched each other and Tucker held her close, dipping and spinning her. It sounded corny, but it was magical. He chuckled at the cheesy thought and Lilliana looked up at him puzzled by
his expression.

“What’s so amusing?”

“This whole situation. Here you are in my arms like there’s not a care in the world, and a week ago I wanted to shove my foot up your ass for being so damned exasperating and frustrating.”

“Me? Again, pot calling the kettle black,” Lilliana snorted.

“How’s your ass feeling?” Tucker reminded her.

Lilliana’s face flushed. “A little sore but fine.”

“How about your ego?” Tucker grinned broadly.

“I don’t have an ego. You hold all the cards in that department.”

Just then, a song from one of their chosen CD’s came over the loud speakers, Urban Cone,
Searching for Silence.

Tucker pulled Lilliana closer. “You have great taste in music, Lilly.”

“I have great taste in many things.”

“I have no doubt about that. You are, after all, with me.”

“You really are a piece of work,” Lilliana rolled her eyes.

The remainder of their lesson went far too quickly for Tucker’s taste. He
hadn’t laughed with a woman the way he did with Lilliana since… he couldn’t recall. The fact was, he hadn’t had this much fun in years. He was enjoying himself so much, he almost forgot about his long term goal - Lilliana’s land.
Almost.
He reminded himself that achieving his goal was neither here nor there and he simply wanted to enjoy his time with Lilly, however long or short that duration might be.

“I’m having a
wonderful time, Tucker.”

Lilliana cut into Tucke
r’s thoughts and the look on her face stirred something inside of him. He felt it deep down and not just in his dick. It was more than lust and it was disquieting.  Stopped at a red light, Tucker faced Lilliana and her eyes burned fiercely. He could feel her attraction for him, he could even smell it on her, like an animal putting off fierce pheromones.

“Dinner at my place?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

Lilliana was a
n ever-changing mystery. He hoped she was submissive but he doubted it by her stubborn actions, but every now and then, a small flicker of that trait he craved for, shone through.

Pulling up to his large home, Lilliana’s eyes widened and she laughed out loud. “Are you trying to compensate for something?”

Tucker’s eyebrows rose is deep surprise. “You’ve seen my dick, I don’t need to compensate for anything.”

Lilliana shook her head and scanned the expansive yard and immaculate landscaping.

“It’s beautiful but… why so big? It’s just you.”

He quickly felt irritated at being reminded that he was alone.
He had bought the house with his second wife in hopes of having a large family and kids to fill the home with. When that didn’t work out, he just didn’t have the heart to sell it.

“I bought it
when I had bigger plans for my future.”

Tucker hadn’t meant for his answer to be clipped
, but he didn’t particularly enjoy being put on the spot and having to explain his decisions. He had never planned for his life to be spent going from one failed relationship to another, it just turned out that way. Having given up on love a long time ago, he was content experiencing different women and experimenting with them. Lilliana watched him carefully. Reaching over, she laid her hand on his thigh as he parked the car, and she let the subject go.

Inside, Tucker led Lilliana to the kitchen and she seated herself at the large island.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked.

“A little something-something,” Tucker waggled his eyebrows. He was in the mood to show off his culinary skills.

“Are you sure you know how to use all that fancy equipment?” Lilliana asked, when Tucker pulled out several skillets and utensils.

“Woman, please. I’m not only a God in the
bedroom, but a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen and business world. I’m what people refer to as
the whole package
,” he winked and chuckled at himself.

“If by force you mean vexing and
wearisome, then you most definitely are a force.”

Tucker’s grin flashed briefly
but he cleared his throat and gave Lilliana his best fearsome expression. “That mouth of yours is going to buy you a time-out.”

“Time-out? What am I,
a three-year-old?”

Tucker
just smirked; he would let her in on the little joke later.

***

Watching Tucker glide around the enormous kitchen effortlessly was mesmerizing. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, folded his sleeves up and untucked it from his pants, then laid his jacket across a chair. Reaching into his suit pocket, he pulled out her Greg Laswell CD and placed it into his stereo.
Come Back Down
fired up and while the music played, Tucker poured them each a glass of red wine.

Tucker raised his glass, “Here’s to fine women, fantastic fucking, and fabulous food.”

Lilliana lifted her glass in response, “And to arrogant yet orally gifted, goo-gasm giving alpha-males!”

Tucker bowed his head in appreciation then gulped down a big swig of wine.

Without saying anything more, he set his wine down and began his preparation of dinner. First, he sliced the vegetables and sautéed them, taking care not to overcook them. He reached over to a massive spice and herb rack and pulled down several things. Next, he was in the refrigerator getting meat, a large assortment of other vegetables, and a bottle of cooking sherry.

Lilliana wanted to engage
Tucker in conversation, but he was so totally focused she didn’t want to break his concentration. Mentally, she caressed his qualities and found herself studying his profile. The way his body moved was the sexiest damned thing Lilliana had seen in ages. The ambiance of his large chef’s dream kitchen, the music playing in the background, and the smell of the food was intoxicating. Lilliana basked in the moment and time slowed down. On occasion he would glance up at her with lusty eyes, don his crooked grin, and poke a finger into his mouth to taste it. It was hard to believe the man standing before her was the same man who was an arrogant ass just days ago. When a new song would start that he seemed to enjoy, he would hum along with it and sway his hips.

Tucker
cooked for nearly 30 minutes as Lilliana sat silently, hypnotized by him. He lowered the volume of the music and reached into a drawer. Pulling out a kitchen towel, he stalked toward her. The devilish grin on his face made Lilliana wonder what he had planned.

Tucker moved behind her and slipped the cloth over her eyes, tying it tig
htly and shielding all light from her vision. Lilliana’s hands moved to the fabric and touched it, but said nothing.

“Let’s play a little game,” he whis
pered into her ear from behind.

Lilliana felt the stool spin around and she could hear Tucker’s movements as he moved around the kitchen. It was maddening not knowing what he had up his sleeve. She opened her mouth to speak.

“Shhh… no speaking. Place your hands in your lap and don’t move,” Tucker instructed from across the kitchen.

Lilliana closed her m
outh and laid her hands across her thighs and kicked her shoes off. She had never played a game like this before. She had never been blind-folded before, either. All of her previous lovers were strictly vanilla and being blind-folded was sure as hell too kinky for Adam. She smiled. Being without her vision didn’t seem that kinky at all, just a bit naughty and new.

W
ithout her sight, all of Lilliana’s other senses came to life. The music seemed to become louder, the soothing notes of
Landline
filling her ears. She could smell Tucker as he moved close, and almost feel his warmth and eyes on her even, though she couldn’t see him. A savory aroma filled her nostrils, but she couldn’t place what it was.