His words send butterflies swarming through my stomach, and without hesitation, I rock my hips, getting used to the feel of his rock-hard cock moving inside of me. The slight movement sends waves of pleasure washing through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, doing it again only to bite my bottom lip between my teeth and grip onto him tighter. I do it again, this time taking him deeper, and he groans before pulling me back in, his lips slamming down on mine. I move faster, taking exactly what I need from him, never feeling so alive. Is this what it’s like to be high? To be so one with your body while also feeling as though it’s not even your own?
This isn’t the easiest position to move in, but I give it my all, rocking, swaying, bouncing. Anything he needs, I give him, reading his body as easily as though it were my own.
That familiar pull begins to grow, intensifying with every passing second. “Shit, Tanner,” I gasp, panting for breath, my arm tightening around his neck as our bodies grow sweaty. “I’m going to come.”
“Not without me, you’re not,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire as his thumb presses harder against my clit, drawing tight little circles and sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. Tanner, more.”
He’s only so happy to oblige, and give me exactly what I want, and I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, barely holding on. “Tanner,” I warn, knowing there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold on much longer, my body far too wound up.
“I know, baby. I fucking know,” he tells me, his fingers digging into my skin. “I’m right there with you. Give it to me, Killer. I wanna feel your tight little cunt squeezing me.”
His words are my undoing, and I explode around him, my orgasm blasting through me, pulsing through every last nerve in my body and sending me into an intense bliss. My pussy spasms, convulsing around his thick cock as he continues working my clit. I don’t dare stop, my hips rocking and grinding, feeling him so deep inside me as I ride out my high, watching his face as he comes with me.
Coming down from my high, my head drops to his shoulder and he holds me up, his fingers drawing soft circles against my skin as he remains seated inside me. A moment passes when I finally catch my breath and raise my head to meet his stare, his dark eyes already on mine. A million things rush through my mind, but when I open my mouth to say something, not a damn word comes out.
The cocky bastard winks. “Speechless, huh?”
A laugh tears out of me and I shove at his chest. “Is this the part where I tell you I think we should just be friends?”
Tanner smirks back at me, his eyes dancing as though he’s never been so happy. “Wow, your pussy is still clenched around my cock and you’re already trying to shoot me down.”
I lean in and brush my lips over his, clenching a little tighter just to make a point and almost die of desire at the sound of his hungry groans. “Figured an ego like yours could handle being knocked back.”
He captures my lips in his and kisses me with greed before gently pulling back, his eyes sparkling. “If only you meant it,” he tells me, his arm scooping under my leg and lifting me off him. His cock pulls free, and a hollowness shatters me just as my back slams against the rough bark of a tree.
Tanner’s body presses against me and I gasp, desire pooling between my legs, needing him all over again. He adjusts his hold on me and I groan as he pushes back inside me, this new position taking him so much deeper. “You ready, Killer?” he asks, his tongue rolling over his lips and warning me that this is about to get rough in all the best ways. “What we did on my bike was nothing but a warmup.”
Well, shit.
I can’t say that this is what I expected of my night, but now that he’s right here, staring me in the face … Well, he’s more than just staring me in the face, he’s already so deep inside of me that if I’m not careful, I'll be feeling him in my throat soon. Either way, I'm not about to say no. If Tanner Morgan wants to spend his night making me come over and over again, then who the hell am I to deny him?
Chapter 28
BRIELLE
Four times. Four fucking times. I haven’t even come that much when I’m on my own.
My knees shake as Tanner helps me back onto his bike, my arms curling around his waist. I have no idea where we stand, but what I do know is that when it comes to sex, we are more than compatible. It was everything and more.
I’m not going to lie, despite how much he’s pushed me away and how much I’ve tried to hate him, I always knew it would come down to this. I knew we were going to end up having this moment together, I just didn’t expect that it would be out in the middle of some half-abandoned property with the rest of my classmates on the other side of the trees. In my head, I’d imagined it happening in either one of our rooms, and I have to be honest, I may have had one or two sex dreams that involved fucking on the roof outside my bedroom window, but never in a million years did I expect to have fucked Tanner Morgan on his bike and up against a tree. We ended up on the ground at some point, and my brain is too full of post sex-fog to even remember at what point he ate my pussy like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. All I remember is that it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Tanner Morgan—ten out of ten, highly recommended.
The bike rumbles beneath me and my head rests against Tanner’s back, too exhausted to even think about having to spend the next few hours socializing and partying with my new friends, but I don’t doubt the moment the vibe of the track party settles into my soul, I’ll somehow find the energy to party all night. What can I say? Tanner made me come four times, and to me, I can’t find a better excuse to celebrate. Besides, the thought of going home and ending this night hurts something deep in my chest.
My fingers dance across the ink decorating his strong arms as we ride toward the glowing lights surrounding the track. It has to be well past midnight by now, but there’s even more people here than before.
The crowd is rowdy, and I don’t miss the way curious glances linger on the bike as we re-emerge into the world. I was so much happier out there, covered by the darkness of the trees, but I just know the moment I get off his bike and the girls swallow me into their arms, they’re going to demand an explanation, and honestly, how can I explain something I don’t completely understand?
Tanner cuts back through the crowd, and I see the catty stares coming from the group of cheerleaders hovering directly in the center of the crowd. The words slut and whore are thrown at me, and my fingers flinch on Tanner’s arm. “Just say the word and I’ll end them,” he murmurs, having the power to do just that.
I shake my head. The girls of Bradford Private have been mostly welcoming, despite seeing this connection between me and Tanner, and up until now, they haven’t said a damn thing, but I see it in their eyes. They think I’m stealing something that belongs to them, something they’re entitled to, but I doubt Tanner sees it that way. “Nah,” I tell him, more than able to handle myself. “I’m not looking to start a war with a bunch of cheerleaders. They’ll quickly learn that I won’t fall victim to their bullshit and get bored.”