Chapter 33 Playing Hooky
WREN
Tanner’s alarm sounds, and I let out a grumble. We stayed up far too late last night, and I’m exhausted.
“Five more minutes,” Tanner groans, turning the alarm off and pulling me into him. His body is warm and completely envelopes mine. His bed is so damn cozy that I would stay curled up like this forever if I could.
I scoot further into the crook of his body, and his erection presses into my ass. “You’re really making it hard to sleep,” he says, burying his face into my neck.
“I wish we could skip work today and stay in bed,” I joke, wiggling my ass into him.
“Then let’s call out,” he says.
“We can’t do that,” I whine.
“Why not?” he asks, his lips finding my neck, and he places soft kisses across the top of my shoulders.
“I’ve never called out before,” I say.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” he teases. “I’ve called out dozens of times. Perks of working for your dad.”
“Well, not everyone has that luxury.”
“It’s only one day,” he says. “Do you have a lot on your schedule?”
I think through my usual Friday. “Um, not really…there is a book club meeting, BINGO, and a sittercize class, but most of those can be run by other people.”
“Sounds like you won’t be missed,” he says, laying more kisses down my neck. “Stay home with me, please.”
“And what will we do if I stay here?”
“Well, after we repeat last night, then I’ll cook you waffles, and then we can repeat last night again.”
“That does sound much better than BINGO.” I laugh. “Ugh. What if they find out I’m not sick and fire me.”
“You’re allowed to take a day off.” He kisses me again, and my whole body erupts with goosebumps. “Your body is practically begging for you to stay with me.” He runs his hand up my leg, and his fingers dip below my underwear. “You’re soaked.”
“Tanner,” I warn.
“Call your boss and tell him you're taking a mental health day. I promise to make it worth your while.”
“You’re a terrible influence,” I say as his finger circles my clit and my breath catches.
“Please stay with me,” he says.
“Fine, but you’re going to have to stop playing with me long enough for me to let him know I’m not coming in.” I roll away from him and begin to look for my phone on the bedside table, but it’s not there. “I’ll be right back,” I say, walking toward the door.
“Hurry back,” he says.
I find my phone still in my purse. I swipe it open to discover an endless stream of missed calls and texts from my friends.
The Tortured Therapists Department
Lacey
Are you okay? You looked so upset when you left.
Poppy:
Text us back. We're worried about you.
Gray:
I just tried calling and no answer. Wren, are you okay?
Lacey:
Tanner isn’t messaging Jace back either. Do y’all think they’re together?
Poppy:
Logan said the same thing. Maybe
Chloe:
Her location says she’s at their apartment, so I’m sure she’s okay. Maybe sleeping.
Lacey:
Wren, we really wish you’d just let us know what happened.
Poppy:
Yeah, we’re here if you need us.
I swipe out of the message chain to click on Daryl’s name.
Hey, Daryl. I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to call out today. Robin knows the schedule and has helped me when I was out sick before. If you need anything, feel free to text.
Clicking back into the group text, I take a deep breath before responding.
The Tortured Therapists Department
I’m alive! Thanks for all the concern.
Poppy: What the hell happened last night?
So much happened last night.
“Did you call out?” Tanner asks, peeking his head into my room.
“I did, but he hasn’t responded yet. Just give me another minute. I missed like one hundred texts and calls from the girls last night, so I’m responding.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, the guys blew up my phone too.”
“Did you tell them?” I ask, looking toward him.
“I haven’t responded yet. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to tell everyone together, or if it was cool for me to say something.”
“I was about to tell the girls.”
“I have an idea.” He grabs my phone and pulls me next to him. “Smile,” he says, kissing my cheek. He snaps a selfie of us then begins tapping on my screen.
“Tanner, I’m topless,” I shriek.
“You can’t see anything,” he assures me, handing my phone back. “I zoomed in on the photo, so it’s just our faces.”
> Consider this our hard launch!
“You texted the entire group a selfie of us in one huge group chat!” I giggle. Texts start to pour in, and my phone vibrates uncontrollably.
“I figured this way no one could complain that they weren’t the first to know.”
He leans forward with both hands on the top of the door frame, and a grin spreads across his face as he looks at me.
For the first time since I moved in, I don’t try to divert my gaze.
Instead, I rake my eyes down his bare chest, following his perfectly manicured abs straight down to where his cock protrudes behind his boxer briefs.
My phone continues to vibrate, stealing my attention. He plucks it from my hand and tosses it onto the deflated air mattress, then goes back to leaning on the top of the door frame.
“We’ll text them later,” he says. “Right now I have other plans.”
He lets go from above, gently turning me so my back is flush with the molding. Propping himself over me with one arm, he leans down, grabs the back of my head with the other hand, and then takes my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.
I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him to me. His back muscles flex under my grip, and I allow myself to melt into him.
“That was really hot,” I say as he pulls away.
He leans forward again, but this time instead of kissing me, he kisses the top of my shoulder.
“Did you know that I think your freckles are one of the sexiest things about you?”
“I’ve always been a little self-conscious about them,” I admit.
“No,” he says. “I’ve been dying to kiss every single one of them, and last night it was dark, and they were hard to see. But right here, there’s the perfect amount of light.” He moves to the other side of my neck.
“You aren’t going to take me back to bed?” I ask.
“Patience, pretty girl,” he says. “We’ll get there. We have all day, and I want to take care of you right here first.”
He continues to plant kisses across my neck and shoulders. His hand moves from the back of my head, trailing down my body until it finds the lace of my underwear.
I shudder under his touch, and my breaths quicken. Kissing him in the dark was hot, but watching him with every light on is a whole other experience. Every kiss is placed with purpose, and he smiles every time I react to his touch.
He dips a finger under the lace of my underwear and swipes it up my center, only stopping to draw circles on my small bundle of nerves. My knees threaten to buckle, but I manage to stay upright, and a grin spreads across his face.
“What do you like?” he asks.
“This,” I say, breathless. “I like this. And I like when you curl your fingers inside of me.”
He pushes one finger inside, and I buck my hips forward.
“Like this?” he asks.
I nod. “Mmhmm, but I can take more,” I say, almost on a whimper.
His lips find mine as he pushes in another finger, and I rock my hips again. Pressure begins to build low in my belly as his fingers pump in and out of me, and his thumb continues to circle my clit in perfect rhythm.
“What else do you like?” he asks.
“I like when the other person takes control.”
His lips find my neck again, and he sucks gently on the sensitive skin. He removes his fingers and brings them to my mouth.
“Open,” he commands. “I want you to taste how sweet you are.”
My lips part, and he pushes his fingers into my mouth. My tongue swirls around them, cleaning me off of him.
“So fucking pretty when you taste yourself,” he says, removing his fingers. His mouth meets mine in a filthy kiss, one that causes my legs to wobble.
He drops to his knees and begins tugging down my underwear. “It’s my turn to taste you,” he says. He works the lace down my legs, and when it gets to my ankle, I fling it across the room and hook my leg across his back.
“Fuck,” I let out as his tongue finds my center in a long, slow lick. My head lolls back against the wood of the frame, and my hands tangle into his hair.
Pushing my hips forward, I grind against his face, and he groans against me. His hands dig into my hips as I continue to rock against him. Stroke after stroke, I watch him devour me like his last fucking meal, and my core tightens with every flick of his tongue.
“Oh…my…fucking…Tanner!” I scream out his name as he pushes two fingers deep inside me and curls them against my most sensitive spot.
His fingers apply the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue still circling my clit, and I bury my heel into his back as my hips rock back and forth taking everything he’ll give me.
“Let go, pretty girl,” he says against me, and I snap, falling so hard the room spins.
He sees me through the aftershocks of my orgasm. Standing, he kisses me hard, then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Tanner,” I yell, as he carries me across the apartment. “Put me down.”
He chuckles and sets me down at the foot of his bed. “Is it my turn?” I ask, sinking to my knees.
“You want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks.
I nod my head slowly and begin pulling down his underwear. His dick springs free. I bite my lip remembering how big he actually is.
Peering up at him, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin to pump up and down. “Do you like that?” I ask.
“Yes,” he grits out, his head falling back.
“And do you like this?” I tease, running my tongue up the length of him.
“Fuckkkk yes,” he says.
The tip of his cock is already glistening with precum, and need starts building low in my belly again. Continuing to stroke the base of his cock, I bend forward, taking him into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he says. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
My mouth moves down his shaft until the tip hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Mmhmm.”
I’ve never been with a guy as big as him, but I do my best to breathe through my nose so I can take him as deep into my throat as I possibly can. Over and over, I work him with my mouth and hand. His hands find my hair, holding me steady, and he pumps his hips forward.
Saltiness swims across my tongue as his cock begins to leak, and I pull away, sucking on the tip.
Making eye contact with him, I flick my tongue against the head, drinking up the little bit he’s given me, desperate for more.
“Fuck,” he says. “You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”
I smile at his praise and then wrap my lips around his shaft. One hand still stroking his cock, my other finds his balls, and I begin to gently play with him.
“Shit…fuck…yes…” he says, his hand tightening in my hair. He continues to pump into my mouth, and lust courses through my body. I like pleasuring him. I like turning him on like this. Fuck, it’s hot.
“I’m close,” he warns, and I hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can. His movements become frantic, and I let him take what he needs from me.
A moan escapes as he finds his release, and he spills into my mouth. I continue to suck his cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and when I’m sure he has nothing else to give me, I sit back and look up at him. My lips wet, my face flushed, and my breaths heavy.
Pulling me to stand, he wraps me in his arms. “You are incredible,” he says, and a mischievous grin flashes across my face at his compliment.