Chapter 18
Tanner
An hour into the movie, I deserved a fucking award. Kenzie thought it’d be a great idea for us to sit next to each other—thigh to thigh—on the smallest couch, so we could type our assignment together during the film.
“You just want to cross it off your goddamn list.”
“Yeah, I like achieving everything I put on there,” she replied, Aaron and Greta completely unaware how her eyes turned darker and how she moistened her lips every time she looked at me. Her double meaning wasn’t lost on me, not one bit. That was why, sixty-five minutes later, I was almost dying.
She shifted her weight every couple of minutes, causing her warm body to touch mine, sending a straight shot of desire from my chest to my cock.
She leaned closer to me and pushed those glasses up on her nose.
I smelled her body wash—which got me hard when I used the shower we shared—and forced myself to not taste her skin just sitting there, inches from me. “What are you writing so far, TJ?”
I tilted my computer at her, the screen entirely out of view from Aaron and Greta, who sat on the couch ten feet away from us. An idea struck. It was either genius or stupid. I clicked out of the word document where I was typing our assignment and started a new one.
I can’t stop thinking about putting my mouth on you.
You smell so fucking good right now and I’m obsessed with that birthmark right under your collarbone.
I’d start there, licking all the way down your sexy body, stopping on your perky nipples so desperate for attention, and moving to your clit, biting and teasing you until you scream my name.
She inhaled sharply, adjusted her computer in her lap so she could type. “Good idea. I think the colors of the scenes really shape the mood for viewers.”
How the fuck could she think about the film right then?
Jesus. All my blood went to my dick when I saw the faint outline of her nipples poking through her way-too-thin shirt.
All I had to do was trace them and she’d go wild for me.
If I brought my tongue to them, she’d buck under me and, god, I wanted it right then. I’m a wreck.
“TJ, you think my response works?” Her voice was so normal, unaffected by the turmoil ravaging through my body. It wasn’t fair. She nudged me and tilted her screen to me.
Ah, fuck. My barely contained control threatened to break open, saying fuck it to keeping it secret. I gripped the edge of my computer harder, reading her sexy words.
I lose control when you use your teeth on me.
It’s a kink I didn’t know I had. I wanted you all over me in the shower, spreading my thighs apart and eating me wild.
It’s a shame you couldn’t make it up there…
I almost had to take care of myself. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Watching me pleasure myself while you fisted your own dick?
All the air left my lungs. I choked, literally, and Aaron slid me a weird look. “You good, dude?”
“Uh, yeah. Water.” I reached for the bottle on the floor and gulped it down.
It was as if the words she typed grew and bolded in my mind, flashing like a billboard across my thoughts.
Pleasure myself. Watching me. Eating me wild.
When I calmed myself down enough to glance at her, she had the smuggest expression on her face.
The only sign she felt anything was her pebbled nipples and that didn’t bode well for me. Nope.
I wanted her to struggle through the next forty minutes, too, because I was a bastard.
It took a lot of effort to join her again on the couch, and I positioned us so the blanket over our legs covered everything from her waist down.
It was a challenge, balancing the laptop on one knee and sneaking my hand under the fleece.
Aaron and Greta were curled into each other, their attention on the film, and Kenzie sat straight as a board when I grazed her knee with my fingers.
I drew small circles on her heated skin, moving up her thigh to the edge of her dangerously short bottoms. Her chest moved faster now, the beaded points about to cut through the material. Score. Now we’re even.
The light fabric moved out of the way with a slight flick of my thumb.
I slipped inside the hem and found her completely bare, wet and ready for me.
Oh my god. My body shook with need, every second I couldn’t have her driving me insane.
I tickled her folds, teasing her clit with my thumb just enough to have her clear her throat.
I paused at her sound, feigning interest in the fucking movie I gave no shits about. The other two still hadn’t glanced our way and I went back to my plan. What is my plan? I can’t get her off with them here. But I could get her primed and ready for the next thirty-seven minutes.
She sighed, leaning her head back on the back of couch and blinking way too much to be natural. I stilled my thumb, teasing two fingers inside her, in and out, slow and steady, the gestures not moving the blanket one bit. It was the hottest thing I had ever done in my entire life.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth when I swirled my thumb on her swollen clit, combining the motion with my thrusting fingers, and she reached out and gripped my shirt in her hands. The laptop shielded the motion from her brother, but my control was disappearing every fucking second.
I had to stop. Everything would be ruined if Aaron knew and I couldn’t keep playing this sick game without blowing it, so I removed my hand from under the blanket and saw a bit of relief in her face.
Am I a bastard? Maybe. But it was worth it.
I brought my fingers that had been inside her to my mouth, closing my lips around them and tasting them.
Her eyelashes fluttered, literally fluttered, and she let out the tiniest helpless moan that I felt deep in my chest.
We settled into our positions, her cheeks a little redder than before, and I counted the seconds until the movie would end. It physically caused me pain, watching her breathing and not being able to touch her. This type of craving was new.
Twenty minutes left… Kenzie chewed on her lip, keeping her gaze straight toward the TV.
Fifteen, nothing had changed. I couldn’t recall a single thing that had happened during the movie and it might be one of those times I bullshitted my way through an assignment, because every few minutes I studied her.
The way her neck curved at a perfect angle, the dusting of freckles on the tip of her nose, and the innate confidence very few girls I met had. What the fuck is this?
I felt eighty years old when Aaron rose from his chair and grinned. “That was some movie. Damn, I don’t know if I liked it or not.”
“I know, I can’t either. It’s worth watching again, I think, but it left me feeling weird. Like, it was a love story but also insanely creepy. My mood is confused,” Greta said.
I know the feeling.
Kenzie cleared her throat and clutched her laptop against her body.
God, I liked looking at her. Her glasses slid down her nose and she pushed them up before addressing her brother.
“I’m going to head upstairs to finish my paper before I forget.
That way, I can ask you questions if I have any. Sound good, Tanner?”
“Uh huh.”
“Cool.” She smiled and wished Aaron luck for the tournament. “Play well and don’t get hurt.”
“Text me every day.”
She blew out of the side of her mouth and made a dumb face at him. “Fine. I’ll see you later, Greta.”
That left me trying to figure out the perfect excuse to head upstairs.
What would not be suspicious? A shower? Homework?
No. Hilly knew me too well and I racked my brain, hoping for an answer that would work.
Sweat formed down my back and I was a second away from telling him the truth when Greta asked him, “Want to go for a late dinner?”
“Hell, yeah. Want anything, TJ?”
“I’m good. Thanks though.”
They took their sweet fucking time picking up their stuff, walking to the door and locking it. The fucking millisecond the lock clicked, I barged upstairs and into Kenzie’s room. Only, she wasn’t there. What the hell?
“Kenzie?” I searched the bed, her closet then the bathroom. She was nowhere. But then, I heard her whisper from my room. She lay there, under my covers on my bed with just her bare shoulders showing. “You’re waiting for me in my bed.”
“Yup.”
“Naked?”
“Oh yeah.”
Pounce. It was a goddamn miracle how I ripped off my clothes and joined her under my blue sheets.
She was ready and needy for me, the perfect combination.
I kissed her neck and removed her glasses to set them on the nightstand.
Kissing wasn’t enough—licking wasn’t either—and I dug my fingers into her ass. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”
“Don’t talk. Put your mouth on me.”
My type of woman.
I obeyed and took those perky nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing until they hardened.
She moaned, pulling my hair and squirming the longer I did it.
Her sounds fueled me and our passion almost became aggressive.
She scratched her nails down my back when I moved to kiss her stomach, dragging my tongue across her sweat-covered skin until I got to her clit. “Tanner, yes.”
I gave her what she wanted in record time.
She screamed my name—my new favorite sound—and I ate up every ounce of her pleasure.
My dick hurt at how much I wanted to be inside her, but I waited until she came down from her high and looked at me with her sexy, heated eyes. “I’m not going to last long.”
“I don’t need you to. Get on your back, Tanner.”
Holy shit.
I did, and she found the condom I’d left on the table and opened it with her teeth. She made sure to not break eye contact when she slipped it on my dick, rolling it down with a patience I never had, and straddled me. “Jesus, you going to ride me, baby?”
“Absolutely.”