Page 50 of Grip Me Tight
God, I know what he’s doing, the way he’s taking our conversation down by the lake and forcing it into our pretend world. I lick my lips. “It’s not a photo. It’s my tablet.” I take a deep breath, distracted by the way he feathers kisses across my stomach. “I miss you so much when you’re away and I take my tablet to bed, because it’s hard to fall asleep when you’re not next to me.” I weave my fingers through the dark silk of his hair, creating the image in my mind. “I find a video of you on stage, one where it’s towards the end of the show and you’re dripping in sweat, your shirt sticking to your chest.”
He props his chin on my hipbone, grinning up at me. “You love my chest.”
I roll my eyes and tug on his hair. “Anyway, the video captures all the energy you put into your show, and your muscles are tight, and your eyes are wild and all I can think about is your pouring that energy into me.” I lift up onto my elbows, meeting his gaze. “I want to feel your heat against my skin, so I rub my breasts, pretending you’re lying next to me and it’s your big hands. Soon, I can’t take it anymore and I slide my hand beneath the covers,” I move my hand down between my legs, but he traps it under his hand.
“As much as I want to see that, when I’m around, this pussy is mine. No one touches it unless I say so.” He lifts my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “That includes you.” My heart skips a beat, and I should be shocked by his words but instead I nod, wanting to obey his every command. This game of pretend is dark, delicious, and sexy.
He presses a kiss to each of the tips of my fingers. “Did you imagine my head between your legs?”
I nod again, not trusting my voice. I should be embarrassed by the way my body is responding to his touch, his words, the fantasy he’s conjuring, but my nerve endings are screaming as the ache builds again. “Not just your head or your fingers,” I whisper, licking my lips.
His easy grin fades, his eyes holding mine. “I’ve missed that too, Silver.” His raspy voice makes me shiver, but maybe that’s from the stubble as he rubs his cheek against my belly. A beam of sunlight falls across us, highlighting his dark hair and I twist my fingers in the warm silk, my head falling back against the soft cushions at his low, husky laugh. He positions his broad shoulders between my legs, and I feel so exposed and so cherished at the same time. He spreads me, circling his thumb over my clit, and I moan.
“I’m such a lucky man.” He leans in, swiping his tongue over me and my eyes drift closed. His tongue replaces his thumb, licks of fire that shoot through my belly as he sucks and kisses me there, harder, lapping at me like he can’t get enough. It’s pleasure like I’ve never felt before, this slow warmth spreading through my body, desire twisting up tighter. His finger slips inside me, then another, moving in and out and he turns his head, sinking his teeth into the flesh of my thigh, the warm burn adding another layer of impossible sensation. “You feel so good, Silver, gripping my fingers. I want to feel you rippling around my cock, so tight and wet.” He pushes his fingers deeper, harder as his mouth resumes its intimate kiss, sucking hard and it feels like sunshine filling me up, my thighs trembling as the orgasm rolls over me in unending waves. I cry out, and Tanner lifts me closer, his tongue gently, slowing, drawing another orgasm out of me. Languor steals over me, the sunshine bathing me in warmth. Tanner crawls up next to me, turning me onto my side, planting tickling kisses up my spine. I feel the hardness of him against my back and even though I’m not certain I have the energy to move, I protest.
“But you…”
“Shhh. Don’t worry about me.” He smooths my hair back, kissing the sensitive spot under my ear and despite my drowsiness, I shift, trying to roll over.
“I want all of you,” I say, a lump forming in my throat. Is he not interested in having sex with me? He just gave me another amazing experience and I haven’t even touched him. A tear rolls off my lashes and I sniff.
“Hey.” He pushes himself up, leaning over me. “Are those tears of happiness?”
I snuffle. “No. Yes. I don’t know.” I’m naked and vulnerable and not really sure what to ask him. I look up at him. “Is there something wrong?”
“Why?” He frowns down at me in concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I pause, heat creeping into my cheeks. “Don’t you want me to…” I trail off, feeling awkward. “Don’t you want, um… more?”
19
Tanner
Sterling is going to be the death of me. I drop my forehead to hers, laughing because if I don’t, I might actually cry. “No condoms.”
The disappointment in her eyes echoes the way I feel. I absolutely intended to keep my distance from Sterling after the scene at the hotel with Noah. But Sterling’s body, the way she responds, the way she looks at me. I want her, completely. She’s right, she’s not a little girl any longer, and if she accepts that this time together is all we’ll have, I intend to make the most of it.
I roll her onto her back, pushing the silk of her hair to one side, and slide against her body. My cock is aching and I’m desperate to drive myself deep inside her softness, but I can’t. “I won’t take any risks with you.”
Her mouth opens and I dip down, biting her plump lower lip. Her nipples bead against my chest and I try not to focus on how hard I am. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything as bad as I want her. Her presses her hand against my chest and I capture it with mine, pulling it down between us, where I am hard and ready for her. “Don’t ever think I don’t want you.”
She wraps her hand around my dick and as she does, her back arches, bringing those perfect tits up to my face. I cup her breast in my hand, flicking her hard bud with my tongue and she gasps, her legs falling open. I shift, letting myself feel the heat there, and it’s like heaven. I lift my hips to avoid her temptation, but she squeezes me, her small fingers not quite meeting around my thick cock. She adjusts her hand, gliding it up, slowly, with exquisite pressure and I growl. “That’s good, baby.”
Her eyes meet mine and she lifts her hips up, bringing the tip of my cock to her wetness, circling her clit with it and I nearly come then and there. Jesus, this woman.
My breath stutters out and I reach down to grab her hand, but she does it again, moaning. “This feels so good, Tanner.” Her voice is breathless, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I’m impossibly hard, all the blood in my body pounding into my groin.
Goddamn it. I want to shove myself into that wetness and pump her until we’re lost in each other. Moisture coats my hand as I shift, letting her rub herself against my cock. I’m so close to exploding. I lift her hand away from me and she whimpers as I fall to the side, one hand over my eyes as I jerk my cock in my hand, feeling the wetness at the tip. So close.
I feel her small hand cover mine, following the motion, learning the pressure I like and then her soft, warm breath on my chest. Little kisses scatter across my ribs and my stomach contracts.
“Show-off,” she murmurs, tracing the outline of my muscles with her tongue.
I hold my breath, not daring to move as the cool silk of her hair tickles my thighs. Her tongue darts out, licking the wetness and I grit my teeth, not wanting to thrust into her mouth. She pushes my hand out of the way, enclosing me in both of hers and strokes me from root to tip. Instead of moving her hand back down as I expect, she opens those beautiful lips and sucks me into her wet heat, slowly pushing down around my thickness, her throat contracting at the pressure. My head drops back as she pulls her lips back up, swirling her tongue over the crown. It’s too intense, the pleasure almost painful, honed to a razor’s edge and I try to push her away, but she digs her nails into my hips, holding me with her other hand as she slides me further into her mouth.
I can’t hold back, and I come in hard pulses, my muscles tight, white light sparking behind my eyelids. Sterling lifts her head, biting me softly on the thigh, like I did to her and my cock jerks. This is the most intense experience of my life and I’m not even inside her. I open my eyes to see her smiling up at me, the sunlight on her hair making her look like an angel, and I have to swallow hard against the rush of emotion spiking in my chest.
I am undone. I thought I was obsessed with her before, but now?
