Chapter 10
Lindsey
It felt like I was wrestling a tiger. Tanner’s hands were roaming my body as he pushed against me. His mouth was on mine, kissing, sucking, biting, and then licking. My senses were overloaded by his passion-filled kisses.
“You’re mine, Lindsey. You’re all fucking mine,” he was saying near my ear as he pushed me back and against a wall.
I wanted to answer him. Agree with him. Anything. I couldn’t. I was unable to form coherent words. I tried to mimic his actions. My hands ran up his sides, over those beautiful pecs and around his back. I ended up holding on to his back for dear life.
Before I knew what was happening, my little tank top was being yanked up my torso. My arms automatically went up as he ripped the shirt up and over my head.
“Tanner,” I mumbled, not exactly sure what I was asking for.
“I got you,” he forced out through kisses along my collar bone that trailed outward to my shoulder.
His hands were deftly working at unfastening my bra. I felt useless against his ministrations. I wanted to give myself completely, but felt like I was along for the ride instead of an active participant. I felt my breasts spring free. He yanked one strap down my left arm before pulling it off the other.
“Fuck, I love your tits. Perfect. Perfect,” he mumbled before his mouth opened and closed over one nipple while his hand massaged the other.
My fingers were digging into his back. I tried not to scratch, but the onslaught was more than my brain could process. All I could do was react. I reached for the bottom of his shirt and started tugging upward. I wanted to feel his naked chest.
“Bedroom. Now,” he demanded.
“Your shirt,” I managed to get out. I was topless, and he was still fully clothed.
He reached down and expertly yanked off his shirt with one smooth motion. His hands were on my skirt, yanking it down, nearly tripping me as I walked down the short hall to the bedroom. I stopped moving and braced one hand against the wall to steady myself as he yanked the skirt down. He was out of control, and I had never been more excited.
“Go,” he grunted.
I stepped out of the skirt and pushed open my bedroom door. I turned to see him unbuttoning his jeans as he moved toward me. I debated whether to take off my lace panties, but I didn’t have time to wonder. He kicked his pants off to the side before stripping off his boxer briefs. I watched as his cock sprang free. I stood there, wearing nothing but my black lace panties, waiting for him.
He looked into my eyes as he stalked toward me. He placed one hand on my sternum, pushing me backward. My legs hit the bed, and his hand still applied pressure, making me flop back onto the bed.
“Tanner,” I said his name, feeling a little unsure of what he expected from me.
He was over me, kissing me on the lips. It was too brief. He pulled back, kissing my breast before running his tongue over my nipple. His tongue led a trail down the center of my stomach, creating a pool of heat deep in my belly.
His hand grabbed my black panties and yanked them down my thighs before pulling them over my feet.
“I want to taste you, Lindsey.”
I nodded but didn’t say a word. I lay completely exposed on my bed, Tanner kneeling over me. His hand touched the inside of my knee pushing it away. He repeated the action with my other leg. I lay there, open and exposed, waiting for his touch. I had never experienced anything so erotic.
His hand ran up my thigh, his fingers went to my pussy, gently spreading the folds with expertise.
“Mine,” he said a moment before his mouth closed over me, his tongue pushing into me.
“Holy fuck,” I half-yelled, half moaned as the sensation washed over me.
He ran his tongue over my clit, causing me to buck off the bed. “Tanner!” I yelled, not knowing what else to do or say. I could do nothing else but lay back and revel in the magic his tongue was working on my body.
His finger plunged into me as his tongue quickly lapped at my clit. The orgasm came out of nowhere, hot, fast, and furious. I jerked upward, driving my pussy against his very attentive mouth.
“Give it to me, Lindsey,” he said as my body jerked and bucked with the force of the orgasm. He lapped at me before leaving a line of kisses up my stomach and back to my mouth. His mouth closed over mine, and I could taste my orgasm.
He used his knee to spread my legs wider a second before his dick was touching my pussy, plunging in. He pushed in, dragging out my climax longer than I thought was possible. My legs wrapped around his waist, my feet pushing into his ass, bringing him in deeper. Within minutes, I could feel the familiar sensations starting to wind up.
He was going to make me climax again! I couldn’t possibly. My body felt limp and spent, but deep inside, I could feel that little seed of desire blossoming.
“Tanner, I—”
“I want you to come again, Lindsey. Come on me. I want to feel your juices soak me.”
His words were a catalyst, and before I knew it was happening, I was coming again. My back arched up, drawing him in deeper with each thrust. I moaned with the sheer pleasure of having him buried in me as my body spasmed around him.
As I began the downward spiral, he rolled over, holding me against his chest as moved. I was on top of him. It gave me the power, which was a heady feeling when dealing with a guy like Tanner, who was dominant and always in control.
“Ride me,” he commanded, running his hands up my sides to cup my breasts.
I straightened my spine, put my hands on his chest for support and slowly rocked my hips back and forth. Every push forward rubbed his dick against my clit, sending out spurts of fire through my already raw nerve endings. I was moving slow and purposeful, relishing in the feel of the movement. I could hear him softly grunting with the motion.
His hands moved to my hips, where he squeezed and pulled me forward and then back, setting up a faster rhythm that was making me heady. My head dropped back, my loose, flowing hair rubbed across his thighs, and I pushed harder, taking in every last bit of him.
“There you go. Like that. Ride me, Lindsey. Faster. Harder.”
One of his hands stayed on my hip, and his other went to the place we were joined. He pressed against the little nub that was swollen from orgasm. My thighs squeezed together as the intense pleasure slammed into me. My back arched, and I could feel my body clenching and squeezing his dick deep inside me. My mind couldn’t process the volley of sensation shooting through me. I kept moving, driving into that fingertip, demanding something I wasn’t sure it could provide.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing harder with that one finger as my body climbed higher. I had lost all semblance of my corporeal self. All I could feel was him in me. It was intense pleasure mingled with wanting more. I couldn’t reach that third climax. My body was wrung out. I cried out in frustration as the climax stayed just out of reach.
“Come, Lindsey. I want it again,” he was saying from somewhere far away.
Everything blurred, and there was a buzzing in my ears. That magical finger pushed inside me a fraction to touch that swollen bud. I moaned, my head thrashing back and forth, my hair brushing across my bare back as I instinctively moved my hips, pushing and squeezing and demanding more.
“Now!” he shouted, and I gave over. My body felt as if a firecracker exploded inside. I was shuddering with every spasm.
“Tanner,” I groaned. “Oh my God, I—”
I didn’t know what I wanted to say. My body was not mine to control—it was his. I couldn’t stay upright any longer and collapsed against his chest, riding the wave pressed against him. His own orgasm was still rocking through his body. The guttural sound of pure ecstasy ripped from his mouth. I held on, relishing in the feel of his body pumping into mine.
I felt the moment he finished, and his arms relaxed around me, holding me to his chest. Little spasms of fading ecstasy ripped through as we laid there, our naked bodies covered in sweat.
“Holy fuck, Lindsey. I’ve never had such mind-blowing sex in my life. You’re fucking amazing,” he said softly.
I smiled but didn’t say anything. I was absolutely spent. I had no idea my body could do that. I wasn’t sure I could move. I didn’t want to move. I could feel his heartbeat slowing, returning to a normal rhythm. The sound was putting me into a trance. His slow breathing combined with the thump-thump of his heart lulled me into sleep before I could manage to roll off him.