“Hmm,” leaves me, reliving the moment his tongue laved at each lip of my pussy, sucking one into his mouth, then repeating the process to the other, not giving me exactly what I need. Finally, Tanner’s hands cup the cheeks of my ass, his thumb delves inside my center, his tongue licking every freaking inch of me except for my clit.
“Damn it.” My fingers slide out, gathering the wetness to the tip. My thumb stays right where I need it while my pointer and middle fingers slide back inside, giving me that sweet relief, causing my body to shake. Heck, it’s practically trembling. I can feel the goose bumps rising on my skin just as Tanner uses his tongue in my dream again. This time, he sucks on my clit in rapid succession. The next thing I know, Tanner is leaving me once again, but it’s better than before even though I didn’t think that was possible. His big body moves back on top of me, his hands braced next to my head, his cock at the entrance to my pussy.
“Fuck.” He slams inside of me right when my orgasm hits. My whole body thrums with excitement, needing this like a drug addict needs their line of cocaine. That’s how intoxicating Tanner has become to me, and I should be scared, literally. I’m practically on a cliff ready to dive, consequences be damned if the water is deep enough or not.
My hand reaches the nightstand, slamming my palm down until I find the annoying thing that woke me up in the first place. I’m annoyed that it’s messing with my post orgasmic bliss. “Hello,” I answer breathlessly, not looking at the name on the screen.
“Marlie.” The low groan on the other end of the line lets me know it’s Tanner’s, and my waning libido, well, that bitch has come back with a vengeance.
“Hey.” I regain some composure. “Was that you who called a bit ago?” I told him I’d call when I wake up, but judging by the sun coming in through my window, it’s clearly later in the day than I expected.
“Yeah, but I figure now I know why you didn’t answer the phone, and that shit is not fair, sweetheart.”
“Well, in all fairness, it was you who put us on this freeze, so, um... Sorry, not sorry.” I move in the bed, pulling my nightgown down while getting out. My room is now a disaster once again.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I might have to rethink that. If you still want to go to the shelter, we might need to start making tracks, sweetheart. Though, I’ve got a mind to get in my truck, drive to your house, and get in bed with you instead.” His voice is smooth, deep, and rich.
“Oh God, don’t tease me like that, Tanner.”
“Christ, no, none of that. Not yet. Fuck.” He’s annoyed with himself. A smile takes over, and I giggle. “I hear you, Marlie.” He’s not upset, at least not with me.
“I’m glad, and yes, since you’re off the table. I’d love to go to the shelter with you.” It won’t take me long to hop in the shower and get ready.
“Good, I’ll see you in a bit. Don’t you dare come to the door half naked trying to entice me, woman.”
“I didn’t even think about doing that, but now that you say that…” I let the thought wander for a second. “I’m just kidding, but I do need to get off the phone if you want me to be clothed by the time you get here.”
“Later, sweetheart,” Tanner responds.
“Bye.” I click the end button, throw my phone on my crazy-ass bed, and get ready for a day with Tanner. Maybe this time, he won’t hold back as much. A girl can hope, at least.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
tanner
The entire way to Marlie’s house my thoughts have been a jumbled mess—the breathless way she answered her phone, the teasing tone, the rustling of bedsheets, and the sigh she let out while attempting not to really say just what was happening while missing my phone call and then answering it less than ten minutes later. It took all my fucking willpower not to climb into my truck and head over right away, seeing that I just finished working out and was in desperate need of a shower. I stopped and reluctantly took my time using my damn hand again for what seems like the thirtieth time in less than a week.
I adjust my hard cock. Having to even put jeans on was a pain in the ass, even after getting myself off. The damn thing wouldn’t calm down—one memory of the way Marlie sounded or a remembrance of the way she looked, and I was right back to having my cock ready to go again. I could kick my own ass for putting the brakes on last night, how greedy she was for more.