Chapter 29 #2
Sylvie covered her face, laughing. Faith figured that was a good time to slip away. She grabbed Tanner’s hand before he could add to this oversharing session.
The sun was down, and headlights streamed past them as they drove.
“Have you spoken to Noah?” Faith asked. She knew Tanner had wanted to check in with his friend in person, given all that had happened over the weekend.
“Not yet. He’s still on assignment, and every minute I’ve been at work this week, I’ve been busy. Hardly any time to slow down and think, which is probably for the best. Every time I do, I end up worrying about things.”
“About Noah?”
“No, not him. I’m sure Noah’s fine with us being together. I worry about you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He chewed his lip. “I should be there when the drop-off happens. I can stay out of sight if you want. Just as long as I’m nearby.”
“I agree. I want you there.”
“So you’ll tell me as soon as you hear from Jon about the drop-off date and time?”
“Yes. I promise I will. But for the rest of tonight, let’s pretend none of that’s happening. I want it to be just us.”
He stopped at a red light and leaned over to kiss her.
The minute they stepped inside his house and locked the door, they were pulling off clothes.
Tanner got rid of his shirt and shoved his shorts and briefs down, his thick erection bobbing as he stepped out of them.
She couldn’t get enough of his body. The contrasting pieces of him, soft and hard, rough and smooth.
Faith pushed him toward the couch. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”
“You’re not even naked yet.”
“I will be.”
He sat down and lay back against the cushions, lazily gripping his shaft as he watched her.
Faith had already discarded her T-shirt.
She slid her knit pants off her hips, kicking away the loose fabric.
She crawled onto his lap, knees straddling him, and rubbed the crotch of her panties against his cock. The contact made her shiver.
These moments were almost better than the climax itself. The anticipation of having him, imagining how he would feel and taste, the noises he’d make. How she’d drive him wild, and he’d do the same to her.
Faith had never expected sex with anyone could be this good. But with Tanner, each time kept getting better. Somehow, knowing just what would set him off made the act that much more satisfying.
Tanner flicked her bra straps past her shoulders, then tugged down the cups to expose her breasts. He palmed her ass, lifting her higher, mouth landing on her nipple. His tongue swirled over the bud just before he nipped it with his teeth.
Her panties were soaking. Mouth still on her breast, Tanner slid the fabric over her crotch to one side and penetrated her with his middle finger. She dug into his hair, holding his head in place.
“You have a condom down here?” she asked.
He pulled off of her to speak. “My wallet. In my shorts.”
“Do you always have one in there?”
“Around you, I do.”
Faith got up and grabbed his pants. She tossed him the condom, shucked off her underwear, and unhooked her bra.
Once his cock was sheathed, she knelt over him. Fucking him the past few days had made this part easier. The first few times he’d left her sore, but now she slid herself easily onto his length. The stretch still made her gasp.
Tanner’s moan was primal. “You on my cock is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His big hands squeezed her ass, forcing her to move slower.
“I think my view’s better.” Faith had never thought of herself as such a visual person. But she could’ve stared at Tanner naked all day.
Waking up with him in the morning light in his bed, she’d noticed scars all over his body.
Different shapes and sizes. Some circular ones on his arms, partly hidden by tattoos, which looked like gunshot wounds.
Faith had asked, but Tanner had mumbled something vague about training maneuvers.
She didn’t need explanations if it was too hard to talk about.
She’d just kissed every spot. All of him was beautiful.
Tanner’s grip on her ass lessened, allowing her to move. Faith rolled her hips, whimpering at how indulgent this felt. The friction against her clit combined with the pressure of him inside her.
He sat forward to kiss her, beard scratching deliciously against her skin.
She let go of every worry, lost her sense of time. Everything else faded away as she rode him. Their eyes were locked, both of their gazes soft, breathing one another’s air. Her hands pressed into his chest, enjoying the rumbling vibrations as he panted and groaned.
Faith was so wrapped up in him that her orgasm caught her by surprise. She held onto his shoulders and thrust herself against his dick, crying out so loud she bet the neighbors could hear.
Her hips stilled. Faith struggled to catch her breath.
Tanner held her by the waist, lifting them both up so he was on his knees on the couch.
He tipped her back onto the cushions. His weight landed on her, driving his cock forward and shocking another gasp out of her.
They were only half on the cushions, but Tanner didn’t seem to care.
He braced one foot on the floor, his hand on the frame of the couch.
Her orgasm had left her even wetter. His cock pistoned in and out of her, the heat between them building to a frenzied pace. She loved when he was like this. Rough and uninhibited. He wasn’t usually the typical alpha-male type, but when he fucked her like that? She loved how dominant he was.
“Wait.” She could barely get the word out. “I want you to come on me.”
His head bent down to kiss the dip between her collar bones. “That naughty mind never ceases to amaze me.”
Tanner pulled out of her. He knelt to either side of her, stripped off the condom, and beat his cock. The tip was red and leaking inside his fist. The sight was downright indecent.
Tanner’s free hand cupped his balls. The grunts he was making went straight to her clit, reigniting her arousal even though she still pulsed with the aftershocks of her release.
A guttural roar erupted from him. Ropes of cum shot from his tip onto her breasts and stomach. His fist kept milking his shaft until he was spent.