Woman with a Dildo

WOMAN WITH A DILDO by Cardeno C. “This house is truly spectacular. Is Karen marrying into the Kennedy family or something?” Tucker Jones said, as he slid the heavy curtains open and looked out the floor-to-ceiling picture window into the park-like backyard that was bustling with dozens of people setting up for the evening’s festivities. Finnegan Helford wrapped his arms around Tucker’s muscular chest, pressed a kiss on the back of the man’s neck and rested his head against a broad shoulder. “I don’t know what they do for a living, but they seem nice enough. Bradford’s a decent guy. At least he seems to treat Karen well. That’s more than I can say for the last guy.” Tucker nodded as he turned around and moved his hands up and down Finnegan’s back in a firm caress. “Yeah, James was a real asshole. I’m glad she set him loose. I like Bradford much better, despite his total lack of self-awareness when it comes to dancing. Last time we went out with them, I thought the guy was having a seizure.” Tucker said with a grin. “Oh God!” Finnegan cracked up from the memory of his soon to be brother-inlaw flailing around the club, elbowing anyone within spitting distance. “Me too. I wonder how Karen’s gonna manage things tomorrow. I’m pretty sure that’s a dance floor they’re setting up out there.” He peered over Tucker’s shoulder and confirmed his suspicion. “Mmm Hmm.” Tucker mumbled against Finnegan’s lips, taking one gentle kiss after another before finally licking his way to Finnegan’s ear and sucking on the lobe. “So how much time do we have before we need to meet everyone downstairs to drive to the chapel?”

Finnegan shuddered. Damn but did that man ever do it for him. Tucker could take him from flaccid to about-to-go-off-in-my-pants with nothing more than a heated look. It hadn’t always been that way. Sure, Finnegan had always found Tucker attractive. Who wouldn’t? Six feet tall with chocolate eyes and black hair, a prominent, masculine nose, that beauty mark that begged to be licked, and that firm, delicious ass. So, yeah, Tucker was hot. But during two dozen years of friendship when Finnegan had thought there could never be anything more between them, he’d managed to keep Tucker’s hotness as something theoretical in his mind so he wouldn’t be drooling over his best friend. Well, that ship had sailed the first time he’d kissed Tucker and, to his surprise, the man hadn’t pushed him away. “I’d say we have at least an hour. What do you have in mind?” The hardness pressing against his lower stomach gave Finnegan a really good clue about what his partner had in mind. Partner. Almost two years together and Finnegan still felt like he was living in a dream. How else could he explain a relationship with the man who’d been his best friend since preschool? The man he hadn’t even dared to hope he could ever have. “You and me naked.” Tucker said huskily, then made quick work of unfastening Finnegan’s pants, shoving a big hand down the front of Finnegan's briefs, and wrapping it around his hard cock. “With this big pole so deep inside me I can taste it.” Finnegan couldn’t hold back a whimper. Sweet hell, the way that man talked to him it was no wonder he was in a constant state of arousal. Tucker cupped the back of his hair and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. It was all tongues and teeth, sucking and biting at each other’s mouths while their hips humped and their hands tore at clothes. They had to take a short break so Tucker could peel off his own T-shirt and then help Finnegan with his polo because Finnegan had been a little over eager and

tried to take it off without unbuttoning it, but eventually they got it sorted. And then they were blessedly naked and falling on top of the bed in a tangle of limbs. “Christ, you feel so good, Finn. I swear, whenever I touch your dick, mine gets hard. Well, harder, because even knowing my hand is heading in that direction is enough to get me going.” Tucker stroked him as he murmured against Finnegan’s neck, the words interspersed with gasps. Finnegan rolled them so he was lying on top. He gentled the intensity of their kisses, eventually pulling his tongue out of Tucker’s mouth and pressing a soft chase kiss onto those full, slick lips. He peppered kisses down his friend’s neck, licked his way across that firm sternum, and sucked a dark nipple into his mouth, smiling when Tucker made the familiar hissing sound. “Turn over, TJ.” “I wanna see your face.” Tucker replied. “I wanna eat your ass.” That ended the debate. Tucker wiggled onto his stomach, folded his knees underneath his torso, and spread them as far as he could. Finnegan couldn’t hold back his grin. Tucker in bed was like Tucker in all other aspects of life – eager, open, engaged, and enthusiastic. The same traits that had wowed the partners at one of the most prestigious boutique law firms in town worked their magic on Finnegan too. He kissed the back of his lover’s neck, dragged his tongue across a shoulder blade and down the spinal column, then grasped those muscular cheeks and spread them apart and finished his journey. Tucker writhed and moaned as Finnegan licked up and down his cleft, swiping circles over his rosebud and eventually pointing his tongue and pushing it inside that hot, velvety channel. “Finn! Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

Tucker was thrusting back and forth, lost in the sensation of Finnegan’s mouth and tongue working his ass. When a finger joined the game, Tucker buried his face in the pillow and cried out a litany of curses and prayers. No man had ever reacted that way to Finnegan in bed. Tucker made him feel like he was the most amazing person alive, like nobody else could ever match up, which shouldn’t have been a surprise, because that’s pretty much how Tucker had always made Finnegan feel about everything. A hiking companion: “You always find the most amazing views, Finn. I love coming out here with you.” A basketball partner when they played two-on-two with their buddies: “I want Finn on my team. He’ll run circles around both of you.” A student: “Let’s study for the Con Law final together. You’re the best at figuring out what deranged situation these profs will come up with for an essay question.” Even a roommate: “I know we’re both earning enough that we can afford our own places after graduation, but let’s keep living together, yeah? Why come home to an empty apartment at the end of the day when we have so much fun hanging out with each other?” The taste and feel of Tucker, combined with the man’s constant stream of moans and whimpers, made Finnegan realize that if he didn’t get his cock into that hot body soon, he’d shoot his load onto the sheets. He took a final long, slow swipe of his friend’s cleft and then nudged him to flip onto his back. That put Tucker’s cock right in front of Finnegan’s face so he took a detour and bent down, enjoying a couple of long sucks before reluctantly pulling off so he could give them what they both wanted. Tucker must have realized they were moving on to the main event because he blindly reached his hand to the nightstand, knocking the alarm clock to the ground but managing to grasp the lube, which he shoved at Finnegan with a grunt. Finnegan smirked, slicked his fingers, and then pushed two into that welcoming passage in fast succession. It didn’t take long for Tucker to bend his knees, plant his feet flat on the bed, and start riding Finnegan’s fingers. The man’s eyes were closed, his tongue was licking his top lip, and his hands were grasping Finnegan’s shoulders hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.

“You’re so hot, TJ.” He dropped a kiss on Tucker’s stomach. “I mean it. Like seriously hot.” “Only cuz of you. You make me feel hot, Finn.” Yup, the most amazing person alive. That’s how Tucker made Finn feel. After several minutes, he pulled his fingers out of that tight channel and lined up his cock, nudging it in slowly and then pushing forward until he was all the way in, with his balls pressed against Tucker’s ass. He looked up at Tucker and met an adoring gaze. Tucker was smiling, his face full of bliss and lust. When Finnegan gave a few quick pumps and dragged his cockhead over his friend’s gland, Tucker cried out his name and began rolling his hips, meeting every thrust. “Faster, harder, oh God, right there.” Finnegan increased the depth of his strokes, pushing all the way into Tucker’s passage, dragging his cock out slowly, and then pounding back in again. All the while he gripped Tucker’s thigh with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, knowing that neither of them would last much longer. Tucker was tossing his head from side to side, panting and moaning. “I’m almost there, Finn. Almost there. Oh God, now!” Tucker shouted as pearly white release painted his belly and chest. Two more thrusts and Finnegan held himself deep inside his friend as he shuddered and came. His body was still twitching when he collapsed onto Tucker’s broader chest and snuggled his face into his lover’s neck. Tucker wrapped his arms around him and held him close as their hearts calmed and their breathing evened out. *****

The ceremony was beautiful, Karen looked like a princess, and Bradford’s family politely pretended not to notice the embarrassing comments drunk Aunt Edna couldn’t manage to hold back. Karen had rented limos to drive the bridal party from the chapel back to the mansion where the reception was being held. It should have been fun, but Finnegan had to paste on a fake smile to cover up the scowl that wanted to come out in reaction to the parade of bridesmaids who couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of Tucker. By the time they pulled into the winding, brick-paved driveway, Finnegan was good and pissed. “I need to get a drink.” He mumbled without even looking at Tucker. The last thing he needed was to see where that blond had her hand now. It had already made an appearance on Tucker’s knee, upper arm, and the back of his neck. Finnegan was already several steps away from the limo when Tucker finally managed to squirm out of the car. “Finn! Hold up. I’ll come with you.” Finnegan looked over his shoulder just in time to note that the blond was now draped over Tucker’s back. “That’s okay. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” Thankfully, they were some of the first guests to arrive, so there wasn’t a line at the bar. He’d already downed one shot of Jager and was working on his second when he heard a throat clearing behind him. Finnegan turned around and barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes when he saw the man trying to get his attention. How had the evening managed to get even more annoying? Rick Fremont wasn’t actually a bad guy. He’d gone to law school with Tucker and Finnegan, but his relentless come-ons over the years had become so unbearable that Finnegan had made concerted efforts to avoid him. He should have realized Rick would be at the wedding. The Fremonts were tight with Bradford’s family.

“Hey, Rick. How’s it going?” “It’s going better for me than it is for you, by the look of things.” Now Finnegan actually did roll his eyes. “Things are going fine for me, Rick. My family is thrilled about Karen’s wedding, I just won my first trial as first chair, and Tucker and I bought a great condo downtown.” “So you’re still with Tucker Jones, huh? I’m surprised it’s lasted this long.” "What the hell does that mean?" Finnegan forced himself to take a deep breath and made an internal vow to lay off the alcohol. The last thing he wanted was to get piss-drunk and cause a scene at his sister’s wedding. "It means you're not a woman. He might be willing to let you get him off for a while, but he won't stay with you. Come on, Finnegan, everyone knows the guy's basically straight." "He isn't straight, Rick. Trust me. A straight guy wouldn't have let me do what I did in bed this afternoon." As soon as the words left his mouth, Finnegan winced. Damn it. He shouldn’t be standing around talking about something that was between himself and his lover. Still, the shocked expression on Rick’s face as he processed the implications of that statement was very satisfying. Unfortunately, Rick recovered all too quickly. "Just because he likes having his ass filled, doesn't make him gay. Hell, he could get that from a woman with a dildo. Even if he's slightly bi, that doesn't change anything. Those types of guys always end up married to a woman with twopoint-five kids and a white picket fence. A little sex with you isn't going to change that."

“Alright. Well, it was good catching up with you, Rick. See you later.” Of course it wasn’t good and Finnegan had no desire to see the annoying man later, but it seemed like the right thing to say as he was making a run for it. The conversation with Rick on the heels of that frustrating limo ride made Finnegan feel like he had ants crawling under his skin. He found a bench in a secluded part of the yard and sat down. During more than twenty years of friendship, Tucker Jones had been many things – a class clown, a popular jock, an honor student, a frat boy, a baby lawyer – the list went on and on, but one trait that most definitely wasn’t on the list was gay. Well, at least it hadn’t been before that kiss. ***** Finnegan had plans to meet some friends at a gay bar that night and Tucker, apparently on a lark, decided to come along. They stumbled back to their apartment after midnight, more because they were both laughing than because either of them had had all that much to drink. And that’s what made it all the more surprising when Tucker walked out of the kitchen, handed Finnegan a bottle of water, and said, “Did you see those two guys making out in the corner all night? It was pretty hot.” The water went down the wrong pipe and Finnegan almost choked. Tucker had to bang on his back for a good minute before he finally managed to calm down. “Did you just say that watching two men make out was hot?” Finnegan’s voice was still rough from the near drowning he’d just avoided while standing in his living room. “What? You didn’t think so?” Tucker sounded surprised. “Umm, well, yeah I guess so. But here’s a news flash for you, TJ, straight guys don’t usually think watching other guys making out is arousing.”

Tucker shrugged. “Who said I was straight?” Finnegan’s jaw dropped. Umm, the lineup of girl friends over the years? Figuring that his friend was just screwing around, Finnegan grasped Tucker’s shirt, glared at him, and yanked him forward, landing a closed-mouth kiss on wet, plump lips. "You kissed me." The words were barely audible and the bewildered expression on Tucker’s face was disconcerting. "Yeah, I did." Now that he’d done it, Finnegan was a little nervous that he’d crossed some boundary, even if they had been kidding around. "I didn't say you could kiss me." "True enough. So you gonna claim I committed a battery?" "Huh?" Tucker sounded dazed. "You know, a tort resulting from an unwelcome and offensive touching. I know you practice corporate law, TJ, but how'd you pass the bar without knowing basic claims?" He knew he was babbling, but Finnegan couldn’t help it. It was his body’s instinctive reaction to stressful situations. "Finn?"

"Yeah?" "Stop being a lawyer for a minute and kiss me again." So he did. But this time his hand caressed Tucker’s chest instead of grabbing his shirt, his eyes closed on their own accord, and his mouth opened as he leaned forward. It was a real kiss, tongues and moans, groping hands and humping hips, and irrefutable evidence that even though Tucker Jones had always dated girls, the man most definitely was not straight. ***** "Hey." Finnegan jolted out of memory lane and snapped his eyes up. His heart immediately started slamming against his chest. Just seeing Tucker did that to him. The man was positively stunning in his tailored black suit with a silk polka dot tie. "Hi." “Talk to me, Finn. What’s eating at you?” He let out a shaky breath. "Sometimes I still worry that you'll decide this isn't worth it." Finnegan hadn’t meant to say anything; the words had somehow spilled out all on their own. Oh, well he never could hide anything from his best friend. "This?" Tucker asked. "Yeah, you know. The scowls when we're walking down the street, the tension with your family, that guy in your office who gives you strange looks. This."

One side of Tucker’s mouth slowly went up in a sexy grin. "Ahh. This. Yeah, it sucks, but there's nothing we can do to change them. We just have to live our lives." Finnegan shrugged. "Sure, I know. But this doesn't have to be your life." Tucker stopped smiling. "I see. So it's somehow different for me, is that it? I can just walk away?" Those brown eyes were squinting and the full lips were drawn in tight lines. Okay, so Tucker was angry. Finnegan knew that, but being angry didn’t change the facts. Bisexual wasn’t the same thing as gay. Tucker could choose a different life. But Finnegan couldn’t. "Come on, TJ. You know you could. You could date Daisy or Darcy or whatever the hell her name is. That woman your mother won't stop talking about it. And you could have a couple of kids, get a house ..." "Put up a white picket fence, buy a dildo ..." Finnegan froze. "You heard that?" The question was barely a whisper. "Yeah.” Damn it. Finnegan felt like such an ass. Tucker didn’t deserve to be saddled with his insecurities.

"I'm sorry." Tucker stretched his arm out, reaching his hand to Finnegan. "Don't be sorry, but listen to me. A woman with a dildo is never going to replace you." Finnegan wanted to take that hand. Wanted to let Tucker pull him up and hug him and then everything would feel right again. But he couldn’t. "How can you be so sure?" He hated the break in his own voice when he asked the question. He looked down at his knees, feeling embarrassed, but then he had to look back up again. He had to see Tucker’s face, his eyes, his smile. When he met the adoring gaze aimed his way, his stomach flipped over. "Because a dildo won't grow and fill in my hand when I stroke it. Because a dildo won't taste warm and salty against my tongue when I lick it, or push against my throat with a firm but giving pressure. Because a dildo won't ever move inside me and touch just the right spots the way you do.” Finnegan couldn’t stay sitting after that. He put his hand in Tucker’s and let himself get pulled to his feet and tugged toward Tucker’s chest. Then he reenacted the kiss that started it all – head tilted up, eyes closed, hand reaching for Tucker’s chest, and mouth open. It felt even better this time. The lust was just as strong, the friendship just as deep, but there was even more between them now. There was the knowledge of how much Finnegan liked having his ass caressed while they kissed, how much Tucker liked to have his tongue sucked, and there was love. Deep abiding love. “Do you want to know the biggest problem with a woman with a dildo, Finn?" Tucker asked breathlessly when they finally broke apart for air.

"What?" Those long fingers traced Finnegan’s lips. "She wouldn't have your smile that lights up the whole room and seems to see only me. She wouldn't beat my ass in basketball and talk smack the whole way home. She wouldn't support my pathetic body on a two mile hike out of a canyon after I'm dumb enough to climb an unsteady rock to get a picture and end up with a twisted ankle. She wouldn't know I was actually happy to play the pink bunny in the second grade spring play.” Tucker’s big hands cupped Finnegan’s cheeks and their eyes locked together. “The biggest problem with a woman with a dildo is that she isn't you." THE END Also from Cardeno C.: He Completes Me Home Again Love at First Sight Where He Ends and I Begin Website: www.cardenoc.com E-mail: [email protected]