Chapter 16
brEAKING: POST-GALA PLANS TAKE UNEXPECTED TURN McDonald’s not the main event
Tanner
“This is a bad idea,” I mutter.
Alaia sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. “You promised me McDonald’s.”
It’s not the McDonald’s I’m worried about. It’s us sharing a bed while we eat fast food and watch a movie.
My cock has been half-hard all night, staring at Alaia move around the gala. I wasn’t kidding about her being the sexiest woman at the event. None of the other women came close to how beautiful she is.
Every time another man glanced her way with lust in his eyes, I nearly lost my mind. Jealousy is not an emotion I’m used to. I usually enjoy men envying me for the sexy woman I’m with.
Not with Alaia. I don’t want men leering at her. I want to wrap her in bubble wrap and protect her.
And now she’s patting the bed. “Hurry up. McDonald’s fries are nasty if they’re cold.”
I sigh and climb onto the bed. “Can’t have you eating nasty fries.”
She snatches the remote from the side table. “What do you want to watch? They have all the streaming platforms.”
She beams at me and I forget her question. I want to throw the food off the bed and strip her. I want to taste every inch of her skin. I want to sink deep inside her. I want to claim her as mine.
Whoa. I don’t do relationships. Let alone want a woman as my own. Alaia has my brain short circuiting.
“You want to watch sports instead?”
I grab a bag of food to place over my growing cock. “Movie’s fine.”
“What kind of movies do you enjoy? I’ll watch pretty much anything. Except horror.” She shivers. “I won’t be able to sleep all night if we watch anything scary.”
Sleep? Who said anything about sleep? If I had my way, we wouldn’t be sleeping all night. We’d be tangled up in these sheets.
I clear my throat. “Whatever you want to watch is fine.”
She winks at me. “Smart man.”
If I were a smart man, I’d be sleeping on the sofa in the living room instead of tempting myself with what I can’t have. I never should have agreed to this fake relationship. I never should have agreed to not let real feelings get involved.
I assumed it wouldn’t be a problem. I’ve never developed feelings before.
“How about The Big Lebowski?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer before hitting play on the movie and ripping open her bag of food. She shoves a handful of fries into her mouth and moans. My cock nearly leaps out of my pants in an attempt to reach her.
“You’re not eating.” She frowns. “Is it the fast food? Would you have preferred something fancier?”
“I’m good,” I grumble instead of telling her what I want to eat is her.
“Okay.” She doesn’t sound as if she believes me. Probably because she shouldn’t.
She dips a fry into ketchup and shoves it into her mouth. Except the ketchup lands on her dress.
“Oh no. I’m ruining this dress you bought me. It’s not as if I have anywhere else to wear it, though. It’s going to live in my closet for the rest of my life. But still. I don’t want to stain it.”
She places her bag of food on the nightstand before grasping the hem of her skirt. Alarm fills me.
“What are you doing?” I croak.
“Don’t worry. You won’t see anything you haven’t seen before.”
She shimmies the dress up her legs, past her calves and her thighs. I shackle her wrist before she can go any higher.
“Stop.”
Her brow furrows. “It’s not a big deal. I’m not naked under this thing. In fact, the underwear the stylist made me wear is bigger than my bikini bottoms.”
I groan. “Bikini bottoms?”
She rolls her eyes. “Bikini bottoms. What you wear at the beach in the summer. Have you never heard of a bikini before?”
And now I’m imagining her running around the beach in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Her hair flying behind her. Her breasts bouncing.
She moans and I realize I’ve been rubbing circles into her wrist. Is she as turned on by me as I am by her? There’s one way to find out.
I draw my free hand along her bare leg. She shivers and goosebumps trail in my wake.
Hell yeah. She wants me.
I shove my food onto the floor before dragging her into my lap. She immediately straddles me. Her eyes flare when her core hits my hard cock.
I palm her cheek. “My cock has been hard and heavy since the moment you opened the bathroom door and I saw you in this sexy ass dress.”
Her breath quickens. “Really?”
I trace a finger down her neck, across her shoulder, and along her arm. I fucking love strapless dresses. All this soft, smooth, creamy skin on display.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She rolls her eyes. “Stop, Charmer. I’m not.”
I nip her chin in punishment. “I decide who I think is the most beautiful woman in the world and you’re it, gorgeous.”
I punch my hips to press my cock into her core.
“O-o-okay,” she stutters.
“I want you. I want to touch every inch of your skin. Taste every inch of your skin. Sink deep inside of you.”
Her eyes darken. “W-w-what’s stopping you?”
“Do you want me?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
This isn’t part of our agreement. This relationship is supposed to be fake. Except nothing about this moment feels fake. Having Alaia in my arms and in my bed is the most real I’ve felt in a long time.
I don’t want to discuss our agreement. I don’t want to remind Alaia our relationship is fake. Our relationship stopped being fake a while ago, but she doesn’t realize it and I’m not reminding her.
“Are you sure?”
“As sure as a mermaid knows better than to fall for a pirate.”
I chuckle. “You’re funny, gorgeous.”
“I’m impatient, is what I am.” She grinds her core against my cock. I can feel her warmth through her panties. I damn near come in my pants.
“If you want to stop at any time, say the word.”
“Trust me. I won’t want to stop.”
“I do trust you.”
With a start, I realize I’m not lying. I trust Alaia. I usually struggle to trust anyone. When you grow up with parents who try to get you removed from the high school football team behind your back, trust is hard.
But Alaia’s not just anyone. She’s proven she has my back. She’s stood by me and helped me when she didn’t need to. She could have laughed at me when I proposed our arrangement. But she didn’t.
She wiggles in my lap. “What are you waiting for? A personal invitation to ravish me? Tanner Long, will you please ravish me?”
My cock nearly explodes. I inhale a deep breath to calm myself down.
“Push your dress down,” I growl. “Show me those titties I’ve been fantasizing about for months.”
“I think you need to unzip me.”
I reach around her and feel for the zipper. I draw it down until her bodice falls forward, revealing her naked chest.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” I grumble.
“And you’re staring. You’re supposed to be touching.”
There’s no need to tell me twice. I gather her breasts in my hands. They’re small but perky. And, guessing by the way she’s moaning, sensitive.
I massage her breasts and her head falls back. She begins to rub herself against my cock. It weeps in response.
My mouth waters. I want to taste her. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up until her breasts are even with my mouth. Yes.
I don’t bother teasing her with nips and bites. I swallow her breast whole. She nearly flies out of my arms.
I latch onto her nipple and suck. She moans before threading her hands through my hair to keep me right where I am. Don’t worry, Alaia. I’m not going anywhere.
My cock disagrees. It presses against my underwear in a bid to reach the promised land. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing jeans, or I’d have a zipper embedded in my skin by now.
“Tanner.” Her voice is demanding.
“What do you want, gorgeous?”
“You.”
“You have me. I’m right here.”
She grunts. “You in me.”
“We have all night, gorgeous.”
Her response? She sneaks her hand through our bodies. She unsnaps my trousers and shoves her hand inside. She squeezes my cock and I moan.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Playing fair is for on the field. Not in the bedroom.”
I grit my teeth. I won’t last long if she continues to squeeze my cock. Her grip is strong. Just the way I prefer.
I wanted to spend my time exploring Alaia’s body but I can’t wait. I’ll explore her body later. After she’s come a time or two.
I push up her dress until her panties are exposed. I chuckle at the large black underwear. “You weren’t kidding about these.”
She hops off the bed and pushes the underwear down her legs. “Who the hell invented shapewear? It should be called torture-wear.”
When the underwear is finally down to her knees, she kicks it off. “Never again.”
I’ve lost track of the conversation. I can’t speak when the object of my desires is standing in front of me with her dress rucked around her waist. Her breasts and core exposed. She flips the dress over her head and now she’s completely naked.
“Fuck.”
She climbs back on the bed. “Now, you’re getting the idea.”
“How is it possible you’re more gorgeous than I expected?”
“Enough, charmer. Let’s get to the good part.” She straddles me.
I shimmy my hand between us to find her core. I need to make sure she’s ready for me. She’s tall but thin. I skirt past her clit and circle her opening.
“You’re wet.”
“Duh. It happens when you have sex.”
I plunge a finger inside her and her hands clamp down on my shoulders. I pump in and out of her. Her walls tighten around me. I want to feel those walls tighten around my cock. I want to feel those walls strangle me as she comes.
My cock weeps in response. It’s done waiting. I draw my finger out of her pussy.
“What—"
“Reach behind me. Grab my wallet and pull out the condom in there.”
She rushes to follow my instructions. While she searches for the condom and opens it, I push my pants and underwear down my legs.
“Put it on me,” I order.
She bites down on her bottom lip as she works the condom down my cock.
“Straddle me.”
“You give a lot of orders.”
“And you rush to obey them.”
I palm her neck and draw her near. I meld my mouth to hers as I notch my cock at her entrance. I plunge my tongue into her mouth at the same moment I thrust into her. Her walls immediately contract around me.
This is heaven. Sex has never felt this good before. I want to spend all my nights with Alaia in my bed, exploring her body. I don’t want this relationship to end when the season begins.
Is this what love is? Am I falling for Alaia?
I don’t know. All I know is I don’t want to ever say goodbye to her.