Chapter 35 – Kat
THIRTY-FIVE
KAT
Oh. My. God.
My entire body tingles and trembles as I slowly come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life. Tanner’s touch is like nothing I have ever felt before, his hands and tongue on my body working magic that I’m still not sure is humanly possible. My thoughts are muddled and my legs feel weak as I struggle to catch my breath. The only other person to ever bring me to climax is Elijah, but Tanner has somehow unlocked a new level of pleasure for me, one I didn’t even know existed.
I can feel my legs trembling and my breathing becoming more labored as I collapse onto the bed, completely spent but bathing in the intoxicating anticipation of what comes next. Tanner appears to be waiting for my cue as he continues to softly brush kisses against my inner thigh, devoting an attention to my needs I never realized I was missing.
“Hey.” My voice, raspy and quiet, rings through the air.
“Hey,” Tanner responds, matching my inflection .
“Can you come here?” My voice cracks, but not with sorrow. To be honest, I think it’s because my vocal cords are so fried from how loud I was.
Oh my God, could someone have heard us?!
Tanner appears at my side, resting his head in his hand as he gazes at me, his brows pulled together in concern as he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I watch as tension physically leaves his form before he flashes me the very smile that I know so many women have gone feral for. “Thank you, by the way.”
He laughs. “You know, it isn’t exactly customary to thank someone after they give you an orgasm, but you are very welcome. How would you rate my services? We all hope for a ten out of ten, but I am also humble enough to know that we can all improve at everything.”
“Asshole.” I giggle and smack his shoulder. “I mean thank you for being willing to do this.”
His brows pinch together in confusion. “It’s hardly a hard sell, Kat. Have you seen you?”
My nose wrinkles at his compliment, feeling a mix of both pleasure and embarrassment. I quickly brush it off, leaning in to press my lips against his. As our mouths move together, I can taste the remnants of my arousal on his tongue, igniting a fire within me. The heat spreads through my body like wildfire, making me crave him even more.
Whimpering against his lips, I whisper, “I want you inside me.”
Tanner’s hands dart to the bedside drawer without a shred of hesitation, pulling out a gleaming gold packet and tossing it on the bed. As he moves to remove his sweatpants and slowly slides them down his hips, I can’t help but will him to go faster. My heart races with anticipation as I watch.
The moment he springs free, a knot tightens in my throat. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I take in the sheer size of his cock, wondering how it could possibly fit inside me without causing discomfort. It’s almost unreal, like a prop from a pornographic film brought to life. But here it is, mere inches away from me, stirring up a mix of excitement and nervousness that I never expected.
As I stare at him stroking himself from root to tip, my mouth falls open and my brows furrow in disbelief. “You’re…” I stammer, feeling a bit intimidated by his size. “I don’t think that will even fit inside of me.”
“It’ll fit,” he says before he pushes my hair away from my face. “I would never push you to do something you don’t want to do, but for what it’s worth, I know you can take it.”
He lowers his free hand and lightly grazes my clit, tracing small circles with his fingertips, his other hand stroking himself in perfect sync. The pleasure builds with each stroke, sending sparks of desire through my body.
“So, what’s it going to be? Do you want me to stop?”
No, fuck no. That is about the last thing I want. As intimidating as his size might be, the mere thought of him stretching me, filling me so thoroughly, has me ready to come on the spot.
“No, I want you to fuck me.”
Tanner grins, grabs the condom off the bed, rips it open, and sheaths himself with ease. I hear him whisper, “That’s my girl,” but it’s so quiet I don’t think he intends for me to hear. I instantly melt at the words.
As Tanner lines himself up with my entrance, we both suck in a deep breath. As our gazes lock, I’m mesmerized by the intricate patterns of gold in his bright green irises. A warm wave of calm washes over me, melting away any lingering doubts or fears. Our fingers interlock, fitting together like puzzle pieces, and I feel a sense of safety with him that I’ve never experienced before.
As he slowly enters me for the first time, an electric current sparks between us, igniting a blazing inferno throughout my entire body. Despite my initial hesitations, I feel completely at ease in his embrace. Tanner presses deeper into me, his eyes never leaving my own, the strange level of intimacy completely distracting me from the slight twinge of pain as he stretches me so thoroughly. He’s gentle and accommodating as we work in tandem to acclimate me to his size, and by the time he’s fully seated inside me, it’s taking everything in me not to explode.
The sensation of being so full is indescribable, especially after not having had sex in months. Even if it hadn’t been so long, I feel like my body would be reacting just the same.
Tanner’s movements are slow and deliberate at first, his body pressing against mine. The warmth of him sends shivers down my spine, igniting every nerve and setting my skin ablaze. As his pace quickens, the slight burning sensation fully gives way to intense pleasure, causing my entire body to tremble with desire. I can’t help but let out a moan, trying to stifle it as best I can by covering my mouth with my hand. But Tanner doesn’t seem to mind the sounds I’m making as his hand reaches between us to tease my sensitive clit with his thumb.
With each thrust, the pleasure grows more intense until I’m practically screaming from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. My legs tremble as Tanner continues to move, each thrust more powerful than the last. He is relentless in his pursuit of our mutual pleasure, slamming into me with abandon while never faltering in his skilled touches that drive me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
He never breaks eye contact, which somehow makes it even more intimate. I should find it daunting; I should find being this physically and emotionally exposed terrifying, but I don’t.
It’s Tanner. The friend who has stood by my side through the last year without asking for a single thing in return. The friend who invited me to his family’s house for the holidays last year because I didn’t have anywhere to go. The friend who offered to help me get over someone else by being what I need in the moment.
I truly don’t deserve a friend like him.
Typically, friends don’t do this. However, if anyone can navigate the complexities of being friends with benefits, it would be Tanner. He’s the kind of guy women melt for, and he’s probably indulged far more than I know about.
Why does that bother me to think about? And why in the fuck am I thinking about him with other women when he’s inside of me?
“Hey,” he whispers, slowing his movements, a concerned look etched in his brow.
“ Hey ,” I say, but no audible sound comes out except for a faint moan that creeps past my lips.
“Are you okay?” Tanner asks almost timidly, like he’s afraid that he’s hurt me or done something he can’t undo. He doesn’t stop moving, but I can tell he’s worried.
“Yeah, why? ”
“Because you went from covering your mouth to keep quiet to staring at the ceiling.”
Oh.
Well, I sure as hell can’t tell him what I was thinking about. Jealousy isn’t allowed—that isn’t our arrangement. It’s not like he sits there and makes a stink over me having a past. Hell, that’s what got us here in the first place.
Feeling tongue-tied and unsure of what to say, I lean upward and firmly press my lips against his. His mouth opens eagerly, inviting me in. In this moment, all I want is to lose myself in the taste and feel of him.
His jaw clenches, the muscles in his arm bulging as he increases the intensity of his thrusts, slamming into me with unbridled force, causing my body to arch and quiver. I can feel him losing control and I want nothing more than to be his undoing. He buries himself inside me, each push coasting me closer and closer to release.
Fuck —I don’t think it’s ever felt this good. I didn’t know sex like this could actually exist outside of porn. Didn’t know a partner could be so hyperaware of your body’s needs that they can play it like a fiddle.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Tanner returns his thumb to my clit, this time circling it with far more urgency.
“I want to feel you come on my cock, Kat. I need to feel you squeeze me.”
Ho-ly shit.
Where the hell did this man come from? Because this sure as hell isn’t the friend with whom I watch Community and share a pint of rocky road. This man…this man is…sexy.
As if he commands it into existence, my orgasm sneaks up on me like a freight train ready to go off the tracks. Every muscle in my body tenses and waves of pleasure radiate from my core as I reach the peak of my climax. My hips buck uncontrollably, and I let out a primal moan as my orgasm crashes over me in a powerful wave. I clench around him as I ride out my pleasure, and he lets out quite possibly the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
Forget living a long and healthy life; forget goals, forget graduating. I have lived a full life knowing that sound on his lips—knowing that I’m the one who put it there. Knowing the moan of pleasure that escapes him as he succumbs to his own pleasure is only amplified by the sound of my name on his lips.
I’m good. Universe, take me now.
As we come down from oblivion, his body goes limp and he collapses. We both gasp for air, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat, sticking together as we struggle to catch our breath.
“Holy shit,” I gasp.
Tanner’s lips crack into a smile as he pulls out of me and tosses the condom in the trash can. He rolls onto his side to face me. “Good, then?”
“Just cataloging some information for later.”
He laughs. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“Apparently, sex with friends leads to mind-blowing orgasms.”