Chapter 17
Tanner
I couldn’t stop. I had waited long enough. Lindsey was mine, and I was going to make her realize it. Somewhere, deep down, there was a primal need driving me to ravish her. My hands were pinning hers over her head, preventing her from touching me and me from touching her, but it gave me unfettered access to her mouth.
“You’re mine, Lindsey. I have to have you. Now. Here,” I breathed into her ear. I knew she was hesitant. We were in her school’s locker room. I didn’t care. I would fuck her with an audience. I moved to her neck, sucking, but being careful not to leave a mark. Her breasts were moving up and down with her breathing.
I pulled her strap off one arm and then the other, peeling her out of it was becoming a favorite habit of mine. Her breasts sprang free, and I dove between them, lavishing with my tongue, unable to get enough. I felt like I was starving with no way to satisfy my need.
“Tanner, we can’t,” she moaned, her head dropping to one side as my mouth moved up, leaving a wet trail to her ear.
“We can. We will. We are.”
I pulled her swimsuit down lower, pushing it over her hips. I dropped to my knees to tug it down over her knees. She shivered. I knew it was from pleasure and not the cool breeze in the room.
“Step out of it,” I demanded. She complied. My gaze was drawn to her bare sex, not a stitch of hair. I wanted to taste her, but not now, not yet. I need to be inside her, pushing into her, claiming her and telling her the only way I knew how that I would possess her.
She stood there naked and waiting. I rose and moved closer to her, cupping her breasts in my hands. I kissed her again while her hands slid under my shirt, running up my sides and over my chest. I loved how soft her hands were.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. Her mouth dropped to one nipple and then the other, licking and biting.
“I have to have you now, Lindsey.” I pulled my shorts down enough to free my cock. She reached down and wrapped one of her soft little hands around me, squeezing and pulling. I nearly came in her hand. I put my hands under her butt and pulled her up, and she guided me into her sweet, wet pussy, sliding down my length.
We both groaned at the same time. I had never been with a woman who got that wet. It was unnatural. Her tight sheath was an aphrodisiac that made me harder than I could remember being. It was almost painful to be that engorged. The second her body enveloped mine, I felt as if I would explode.
I pushed up harder. I needed traction and pushed her against the lockers once again, raising up and thrusting into her with hard, violent thrusts. Her body slid up the lockers, dropping back down only for me to repeat the action.
I could feel her getting wetter, and I didn’t know how it was possible.
“Tanner,” she moaned.
“Say it again,” I demanded, wanting to hear my name on her lips when that first orgasm hit. I knew there were going to be several. I could feel the tension in her body, needing release. After our last round of sex, I knew she was a woman who could climax several times before being fully satisfied.
“Tanner,” she drew my name out.
“Come,” I said quietly at first, but when I didn’t feel her juices squirting, I said it again with more force. “Come, Lindsey.”
And there it was. Her head was rolling back and forth against the wall of lockers, her nails were digging into my shoulders as she rode the climax wave. I carried her, still buried deep inside and sat down on the bench facing the lockers. I pushed her off me, she moaned as I pulled out of her body.
“Turn around and sit,” I demanded. She turned and her ass was right in my face. I leaned forward and squeezed one of the cheeks, my mouth gently biting the other a moment before she lowered herself on me.
She spread her legs wide, pushing me deeper and deeper inside. I leaned back, making room for her fine ass to sit on me.
“Bounce,” I grunted, barely able to hold back my own release. I wasn’t done with her. Not yet. I knew she needed more, and I wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied.
She rose up, nearly pulling me out of her before sliding back down. It was all very slow and methodical, making me crazy with my need to explode inside her.
“Faster. Fuck me faster!” I demanded.
She obliged, slamming down in hard, quick bursts to the point she nearly knocked me off the bench. I wrapped an arm around her waist to still her before sitting up a little straighter, changing the angle in which I was penetrating her. It had the desired effect. I could feel her climax starting, her legs were closing as she squeezed me deep inside her. Her head fell forward. I reached one hand up to cup her breast and ran the other down, to massage the clit. Within seconds, she was bucking and arching her back. Her head nearly slamming into mine as she jolted backward.
I pushed her up, pulling out of her, with my dick dripping wet with her juices.
“Shower,” I told her, taking her hand and pulling her as I made my way into one of the stalls with chest-high tile walls. I turned on the water as hot as it would go, my back facing the stream.
She was staring at my dick, and it jumped under her scrutiny. I nearly blew my wad right there.
“Turn around,” I said, barely maintaining control.
There was a slight hesitation, but she did as I asked. I stepped behind her, running my hands over her thighs, her waist, before massaging her breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her response was to bend forward and push her ass into my dick. I grabbed both of her hands and placed them on the tile wall.
“Hold on tight. I’m going to fuck you hard,” I whispered in her ear before nibbling at the lobe.
Her head dropped to the side, and she spread her legs a little wider, aiming her ass up. I pushed a finger into her pussy before guiding my heavily engorged penis inside. I pushed slowly and deliberately. Without me telling her to do it, she backed up a step and pushed her butt against me, burying me balls deep inside her.
“Holy fuck, Lindsey, you are killing me. I can’t get enough of you.”
I pulled out and slowly worked my way in again, relishing in the feel of her pussy squeezing every inch of me, holding me tight. I rotated my hips against her, and she moaned.
Once again, I slowly withdrew before putting my hands on her hips, holding her in place. She arched her back, preparing for my entry, her hands tightened on the wall. I plunged in with such force her feet slid forward on the wet shower floor. I yanked her back, getting in a little deeper.
“Fuck me, Tanner. Do it. Harder, dammit, harder,” she yelled.
I pulled out and rammed into her, over and over. She was moaning and moving her head, her fingers turning white as she gripped the edge of the wall.
“Do you want more, Lindsey?”
“Uhhhh,” she moaned.
I took it as a yes, and like a piston in a well-oiled machine, I drove in harder and faster, just as she demanded.
“Now. Now,” I repeated, losing my mind and my self-control.
Her body jerked forward and up, as she shouted out with her release. I grunted as my own climax hit me, jerking me forward while my body rocked into her. I collapsed against her. My face pressed into her bare back, and I couldn’t catch my breath. One of her hands reached around to grab my ass.
“Oh my God, Tanner. I don’t know what you do to me, but holy shit, I think you’re kind of amazing.”
I grinned. “I know. You are too. Our bodies were made for each other.”
I slowly pulled out and turned to face the stream of hot water. I reached out to pull her in. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest. I could have stood there all day with her naked body against mine.
“We should probably get dressed,” I mumbled against the top of her head.
“Yeah, I hope there are no cameras in here,” she murmured.
My head jerked up, and I looked around. “Wouldn’t that be illegal?” I asked, suddenly very worried.
“Yeah, its fine,” she said, walking out of the shower and grabbing a towel.
We quickly dried off and dressed. Even though I had just had the best orgasm of my life, I wanted her again. Each time, it got better. I was worried I would die fucking her. Then I smiled because I didn’t think there could be a better way to go.