22. Victoria
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VICTORIA
O h. My. God.
I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed like that. I don’t remember ever having an orgasm in this position, grinding on a man's hand, having him call me his good girl. Those words alone make me almost combust again. My body is quivering as I watch him. I can barely get my thoughts together as Tanner moves his hand from my underwear, brings his fingers to his lips, and sucks.
“Shit,” I whisper, wide-eyed, still panting on his lap, my body on fire. I have never had a man do that before. Lick me from his hand, and wow, it is hot. Leaning in quickly, I put my lips to his, kissing him feverishly and tasting myself. He is right. Yesterday at the springs is all I have been thinking about. It is almost like my body yearns for him. It is a feeling I haven’t had for a long time. Even with Josh, I never felt like I needed him. But with Tanner, I ache for his touch.
He growls in my mouth as his tongue fights with mine. Cupping my face, he pulls me closer, like he can’t get enough. I grip on to his shirt against his strong chest, ensuring he is real and that this is really happening. As his hips jut up a little, I feel him underneath me. All of him . I let my hands fall from his chest down his torso, taking my time, feeling his hard body underneath until my palms hit his belt. With my heart thumping, I sit back slowly, my lips throbbing from our kiss as I catch my breath and grab the leather at his waist.
“What are you doing?” His voice is gravel, his eyes on me so intense I feel it to my core as I undo his belt. The leather is firm yet soft, not unlike the man himself.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I tease, licking my lips. I pop open the button on his jeans and lower his zipper, all the while he watches me closely.
“It looks like you are a woman who knows exactly what she wants,” he says, and I smile. Because for the first time in my life, I resonate with what he is saying. Not just here and now with him. But this house, this town. This life.
“I am. And I plan on taking it.” With his pants now open, I slide down from his lap and gently kneel on the floor at his feet. My breathing quickens in anticipation.
“Shit,” he murmurs as he shifts a little, helping me push his jeans lower. Gliding my hands up his legs, I pull down his underwear, noticing a trail of salt-and-pepper hair leading beneath his boxer shorts, the tight ones. Full designer brand. As his length pops out, I almost cough in surprise. My eyes are glued to him. His cock is as big as every other part of him and has me swallowing roughly. You’re not in Kansas anymore, Victoria . My eyes flick to his and see him watching me.
“Wrap those lips around me, baby girl, and let me feel that throat of yours.” He nostrils flare and my pussy clenches. No one has ever talked to me the way Tanner has and it turns me on. A lot. In front of others, he is such a good neighbor, the man about town, friendly to everyone. But here, right now, his dirty talk is my undoing, and I feel my feminism wane because all I want to do is please him just so he can call me his good girl.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I say sweetly, and his eyes alight with mine locked on his. Lowering, I take the tip of him in my mouth and moan. He hisses a little at the initial contact, which only makes me want to hear more of the sound. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I taste, lick, and tease him.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it…” I hear his chest rumble, so I suck on him fully, hollowing my cheeks as I start bobbing up and down. His cock strengthens even more, feeling thicker and longer, and he fists his hand into my hair.
“God, I knew that mouth was going to be good. It's fucking perfect, like every other inch of you…” He groans as I take him deeper. Pulling my hair up high, he holds it tight on my head, the sting in my scalp welcome as he watches me take him deeper.
I bob quicker, as his other hand grips the back of my head. My mouth is wide, and as I feel him hit the back of my throat, I moan.
“Fuck, you are so good, baby girl, so fucking good.”
My pussy throbs at his words. I think I could come from his voice alone. Squirming, I try to get some friction, my lace underwear doing little to help the situation.
“Jesus, like that. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he grits out, and I watch his torso muscles flex and tighten. “I’m close, baby, and I don’t want the first time I come to be in your mouth. Get up here. I want you to ride my cock.” Yes, please .
I pop off him and stand up, removing my sweats and underwear.
“Just as bossy in the bedroom,” I murmur as I stand in nothing but my bra and watch as he grabs a condom from his wallet and sheathes himself. My heart trips over in palpitations.
“Come here,” he says, grabbing my hands, and I step toward him and saddle his lap again. “This alright for you?” His eyes search mine.
“This is perfect,” I say as I sit up a little and guide him to my entrance. My breath catches as he starts to slide inside, already feeling the stretch.
“Mmmm, fuck.” His voice vibrates from his chest and feels like it travels throughout my entire body as I he slides deeper to fill me completely. “Look at how you take me.”
“So good,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip.
“Move those hips, baby girl. Ride me.”
And I do. I grip on to his shoulders, taking him over and over, bouncing and grinding like my life depends on it.
“Tanner, oh…” I moan his name, barely thinking straight. He is so thick, I feel him somewhere different inside me with every motion .
“That’s it, baby… You’re squeezing me so fucking hard… Your pussy is begging for me.” His head pushes back into the sofa, watching me with a groan as I work him over.
“You feel so good,” I whimper, just as one of his hands moves from my hip to my breast, pinching my nipple through the lace.
“Give me your mouth.” Sitting forward, him now on the edge of his seat, he pulls me close, his arms wrapping around my back, his mouth fighting with mine. Our lips now sealed, he grabs my ass in his hands and starts pulling me up and down, tightly gripping on to my flesh.
“So good… So good, Tanner. I need this. I need you…” I begin to pant against his lips as my hips thrust on top of his, my clit brushing his pelvis over and over again.
“Fuck me, baby girl. Take what you need. Your pretty pussy feels so fucking good on my cock,” he says gruffly, before his thumb is on my clit and rubbing in circles.
“Oh God, Tanner…” I whimper at his touch. I am highly sensitive from my last orgasm, his words and the way he touches me making me even more heightened.
“Look at your beautiful breasts in this lace…” His lips move from mine and kiss lower, burying his head in my chest, his thumb still rubbing me, his movements faster.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him, body trembling as my core tingles.
“Together.” He sits back on the sofa again, watching me. One hand on my waist, he guides me over his lap faster, his thumb still treasuring my clit, chasing the high.
“You like to watch me,” I pant out, smiling .
“You are a fucking vision.” Gritting his teeth, I know he is close as well.
“I like your eyes on me,” I tell him honestly. I like the way he looks at me like I am his and he can’t get enough. Just that thought has me clenching around him.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me watch you unravel on my cock.” His words ignite me, and I combust with a high-pitched scream I don’t even recognize.
“Oh shit,” I pant as flames continue licking my skin. “Shit, I’m still coming… Right there. Oh my God!” I grind into him at a feverish pace, my release pulsing through me until I can’t see straight. His smile is wicked as I bite my bottom lip, then he pinches my clit, and I just about convulse with another scream. This time, it’s his name. And that seems to set him off.
“Fuck. Me,” he roars, thrusting up into me with abandon, coming straight after me with his arms holding me close. I’m still feeling tremors of pleasure as we both pant, our bodies hot, him still inside me. My cheeks are probably bright red, but I don’t care because I feel all tension leave my body in his embrace.
“I think I died,” I murmur, my forehead now resting against his shoulder, moving in time with his breaths as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“…and went to heaven,” he finishes the sentence as his hands move, coming to my waist before running up my bare back and down again.
“That was so good,” I say, almost in disbelief.
“That was better than good.”
I feel heavy in his arms as he wraps me up and hugs me, pressing soft kisses on my head .
“Did you know coming here today that your visit would result in an orgasm?” I ask him, and he chuckles.
“You’re full of surprises, that’s for sure.” His lips brush down my jaw, his hands now caressing up and down my sides, making me moan. The two of us are slowly coming back to earth, but I don’t want this to stop. Everything about him feels so good.
“So are you,” I say honestly.
“This isn't how I usually spend my weekdays,” he says with a smirk.
“Who knew all it took was a little lace,” I tease, smiling at him.
“There’s more to you than lace, baby girl, a whole lot more.”
And just like that, I see myself falling for Tanner Whiteman a little more.
It is then I hear a ringtone, and I sit up, frowning. “What’s that?”
“My phone. Ignore it,” he says, looking lust-drunk, and I smile before I lull back against him and resume my previous position. Before I can say anything, I hear it again.
“You sure you don’t want to get that?” I ask him, turning my head to look at him.
“I’m pretty comfortable,” he murmurs, before leaning down and taking my lips. He kisses me softly and slowly. In complete contrast to how he kissed me earlier.
We are lost in the moment, but the distinct ring breaks through again.
“You should get it,” I tell him, sitting up, our moment broken .
With a sigh, he runs a hand through his hair. I lift off him and put my clothes back on and he zips up his jeans, grabbing his cell.
“This better be good,” he growls into the phone, and I laugh, him softening immediately as he looks at me.
I don’t hear the other end of the conversation, but I can tell by the way his face contorts that something isn’t good.
“Jesus. I’ll be right there.” He ends the call and stands immediately.
“I need to go. There has been an incident at the distillery,” he says, and my smile instantly morphs into concern.
“Everything alright?” I ask as he grabs his things.
“They were a hell of a lot better about ten minutes ago,” he drawls in his deep tone before cupping my jaw and pulling my lips back to his. Our height difference is noticeable, and I lean up to reach him, his warm lips now so used to mine.
“I’ll call you,” he murmurs, going back in for another quick kiss.
“I’ll be here,” I tell him, and I see his eyes light up in what looks like appreciation before he steps away and runs out the door, back to his truck, and speeds away.