Tucker let out a surprised yelp as I flipped my arms under his legs to hike them up on either side of his body, then reached across him to grab the lube. Flicking the lid open, I managed to pour a generous amount into my hand and coat my fingers before tapping at his legs to encourage him to hold them. He complied without any hesitancy, and I let out a satisfied hum when the sight of his rosy hole.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” I drawled, swirling the pad of my thumb around the puckered flesh of his entrance and reveling in his moan.
I took my time getting him prepped, popping my thumb in and out of his body in slow, rhythmic movements to stretch his rim then moving on to pushing one finger inside his wet heat. Each long stroke over his prostrate had Tucker arching his back and rolling his hips down onto my finger, seeking more. By the time I worked him up to two, he was a whimpering mess with precum dripping all over his stomach.
“Jackson!” he all but sobbed, one of his hands grappling at my thigh and squeezing. “Please!”
“Shh,” I soothed as I slipped a third finger into him. “You’re almost ready.”
“No… Shit…” His head fell back, but he still rocked his hips, trying to fuck himself on my fingers. “I’m ready—ahh.I promise—mmm. I can—ha.Take it—hm. I just—fuck. Need you.” Everything came out of him in stuttered pants as I tagged his prostate repeatedly.
Truthfully, my own cock practically had its own heartbeat with how turned on I was. My tip was an angry red and beaded with precum. But I was at my limit, too, so I didn’t protest and instead pulled my fingers free from him. I coated my length with more lube in long, slow strokes, just as much teasing myself as I was Tucker while he looked at me through hooded, bleary eyes.
Luckily, the bed was tall enough that I only needed to bend my knees some to get in position to line myself up with his hole. Unable to help myself, though, I dragged the fat head of my cock over the puckered skin, loving the sounds that fell from my man.
“I swear to God, Jackson, I’m goin—” His words were cut off abruptly as I pressed just inside him.
“What was that?” I grinned, planting one hand on the mattress by his head as I held my cock steady with the other. Tucker sent me a glare that only had laughter rumbling in my chest, but he bore down as I coaxed the rest of my dick inside him.
We both let out appreciative groans when I passed through the first ring of muscle, and I leaned down, letting out mouths meet in a series of soft, unhurried kisses. They continued like that, only ever pausing when Tucker needed me to still so he could adjust. His legs fell away naturally from their raised position the further I pushed inside and ultimately ended up wrapped around my waist when I bottomed out.
Burrowing my face into his neck, I sucked and kissed at the exposed skin while we both tried to collect ourselves. Pressure had built at the base of my spine simply from sliding into Tucker’s wet heat. It wouldn’t take me long, but my man’s pleasure came first.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, snagging the nearby discarded bottle of lube to coat my hand again before snaking it down to wrap around his cock.
Tucker arched into my touch with a broken moan and nodded his head frantically, making the soft curls of his hair splay wildly around him on the mattress. We were going to have to deep clean this thing once we were done, but I couldn’t much care about the mess we were making as I pulled back slightly to snap my hips.
The slaps of skin on skin and theschlick-schlickof my hand shuttling over Tucker’s length echoed throughout the room, mingling with our combined grunts and groans of pleasure as we quickly worked into a fevered pace.
Calloused hands wound around to my ass, Tucker’s abs clenchingas he sat up slightly to grip me, but those intoxicating whiskey eyes stayed locked on mine. His mouth was parted, cheeks flushed, and sweat glistened along his temples from our exertion. All I could think was how lucky I was that this man loved me. How grateful I was he chose living for his future.
Suddenly, Tucker cried out, his head thrown back and features contorted in the most exquisite pleasure-pain. “Fuuuck, Jackson! Right there. Right there! Don’t stop!”
There was no way in hell I’d stop, even with all the sensations rocketing through my nerve endings inching me toward the cliff of my own release. The pressure from before had never waned, but instead only intensified, and I could tell I was getting close to the point of no return. Desperate to get Tucker there first, I gritted my teeth, railing into him.
“I love you.” It fell from me in strained gasps, but I barreled through. “I love you so fucking much, Tucker Legare. I have never loved anyone the way I love you, and I will never take for granted what it means to have you love me back.”
His eyes snapped to mine from the moment I started speaking, a little blissed out but hanging onto every syllable.
“I can’t promise forever.” I continued, needing to get this all out. “But I can promise you that as long as there is breath in my lungs, I will love you. I’ll use every molecule of oxygen I have to tell you, and every ounce of blood to show you.”
Tears welled at the corner of his bright brown eyes, and I bent my head knowing I couldn’t get rid of the bittersweet feelings I was sure my words were evoking but hoping to soothe them with a quick kiss. My hips had slowed just a little as I spoke, but my shifting must have angled my dick to hit his prostate because he gave a strained cry into my mouth.
A full-body shudder wracked him as his hole clamped down in dizzying waves, and he spilled his release all over my hand and his chest. My groan was deep and guttural, and it tore through me as my own orgasm slammed into me with sudden force as I finally let go.
Tucker’s legs fell away from my body, flopping haphazardly around us as we panted and slowly came down from our respective highs. His arms moved to loop around my neck, and he pulled me back into slow, tender kisses that were almost as drugging as my climax.
When he pulled away, his eyes were still bright with unshed tears. “I love you, too.” They were soft, whispered words, and I smiled against his lips as he said them. I went to kiss him again but he pulled back slightly. “No, I have more I need to say.”
I straightened up, resting my weight onto the flat of my palms after dropping down to my forearms when he pulled me to him. “Okay.”
Tucker’s throat bobbed as he swallowed before he continued. “We both know life is unpredictable, and there is no way to promise each other the world because of it. And I can’t tell you I won’t have days where the fears and anxiety of losing Raleigh won’t win me over, but I’m going to keep moving forward.”
His eyes dropped down to the tattoo on my inner arm, slightly obscured in our position, and lingered there for a moment before rising back up. “I don’t know if I believe in fate or a higher power anymore, but I know you were always meant to be here. You have always been the ray of light that brightened my world, ever since you first showed up on this farm. And I can truthfully say I never would have been able to pull myself from my grief if you hadn’t been here by my side. There will be days that I’m going to struggle, I know that, but that idea doesn’t scare me as much anymore. Do you know why?”
My heartbeat slammed against my ribcage as he spoke, everything inside me swelling with all the love and affection I held for the man under me. “Tell me.”
“Because I know you’ll be there. I know everyone on this farm will be there. You helped me realize that I can’t do anything about my past, but I can mold the future into one I want to live. And I want to live mine with you by my side, Jackson.”
