In tune, Tanner pulled away with a breathy groan. “Bed.” It wasn’t a question.
Smiling, I threw my arms around him and kissed him long and hard. He groaned once more, meeting my kisses with relish. Backing up a step, Tanner cupped my ass and squeezed. His hands felt so good and so right on me.
Eagerly, I pushed against him, not quite sure I had the willpower to make it to my bedroom. Needing more of him to see me through the next torturous thirty seconds before we found a mattress, or likely longer at the rate we were going, I ran a hand beneath his tee. The warmth of his skin was perfect under my touch. I caressed his back, reveling in his moans.
He tore his mouth from mine, making me stumble a moment before he gripped my ass once again and lifted me. “Fuck it,” he murmured as my legs wrapped around him. He angled his head and planted a quick kiss on my lips before he spun us around and took long, confident strides to the staircase and all but charged upstairs.
I hung on for dear life, a complete mix of amused and turned on, and hoping like crazy he wouldn’t drop me. At six foot, I was hardly light. Once in my room, he lowered me to the bed before standing and stripping naked.
With wide eyes, I watched every move, every drop of fabric as I reveled in the perfectness of Tanner. Tanned hard lines and angles greeted me, though I knew despite the firm muscles, his skin would be soft and welcoming.
“Keep looking at me like that, baby, and foreplay will be going right out the fucking window.”
At his gravelly words, I locked eyes with his. Breathily, I answered, “I’m good with that.” And oh my, was I! For weeks I’d dreamed of Tanner. What started as horny dreams of a hot body hadn’t taken long to morph into passionate ones of a beautiful man with a kind soul.
A smile lit his face as he reached down and started the teasing process of removing my clothes.
Chapter Nine
TANNER
Fuck.Carter was fucking perfect.
Somehow I’d held back from tearing off his clothes and slamming into him. Our combined need was heady. From a build-up of weeks’ worth of pent-up desire and attraction to finally shrugging off the ridiculous logic of why we shouldn’t just give in, I was ready to explode and bury myself balls deep in him.
There was no fucking way I was doing that. We’d waited too long. I needed to savor every caress, to enjoy the taste of him. And more than that, I needed to unravel him before I took possession and made him mine.
I was under no illusions. With the friendship we’d built and our instant and growing attraction, there was no way a quick fuck or even one fuck would be enough. I hadn’t even tasted him, yet I knew that soul deep.
Speaking of tasting, I licked his shaft, savoring the velvet-soft skin covering the hardness. Carter groaned as I made my way toward his balls and took the time to suck and lick, pulling each one into my mouth.
“Harder,” he gasped. “Yes, like that,” he grunted as I tugged his sac.
My dick throbbed at his words, his reaction, knowing how good it felt. Releasing a ball with a pop, I looked up at him as I trailed hot kisses along his shaft. His eyes were on me, drifting between my mouth and my eyes. When I then licked over the head, circling and paying attention to his sensitive slit, his eyes squeezed shut, and he threw his head back.
“Please, Tanner.”
I grinned just before I wrapped my mouth around him. With one hand gripping the base, I bobbed my head repeatedly, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. He groaned again, urging me to take him as deep as possible. I moved both hands to his ass. With a palm on each butt cheek for leverage, I tugged him toward me; his cock hit the back of my throat. I concentrated on breathing, on making him fall apart so that he would never want another man but me near him again.
He gasped as I pulled back to twirl my tongue around him and placed soft open-mouthed kisses on his damp skin. Just before I took him in deep, I maneuvered my other hand to his mouth. He opened immediately and sucked the two digits I offered. Satisfied, I removed my fingers and edged them toward his puckered hole and dipped one in. His hand found my face as he stroked my cheek, his eyes once more on me. Carefully pushing past his tight ring of muscle, I swirled my finger around, pumping in and out before pulling out and dipping a second in along with the first.
“Oh my God.” His words were a garbled gasp as I plunged into him and sucked him off, my fingers and mouth working in harmony. I wanted him to explode, wanted to taste every drop of him and suck him dry.
Pressing into him deeper, harder, I stroked his prostate. Carter groaned, and his hips jerked out of control. In response, I hollowed my cheeks harder and continued to press against him. Bobbing my head, I glanced up, desperate to see his expression. His eyes were at half-mast, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He’d never looked fucking sexier.
Driving harder over him, I watched as he groaned, mumbling, “Yes,” over and over. “I’m going to come,” he warned. I would have grinned if my mouth hadn’t been filled with his perfection. With a couple more bobs of my head, my tongue stroking the underside of his shaft, hot, salty shots of cum sprayed into my mouth, most hitting my throat.
Moaning around him, I knew the rumble would be felt deeply. He jerked as if on cue, his eyes widening. All the time I sucked and licked, not wanting to waste a single drop. I’d done this to him. Made him lose control and come hard.
Pulling back, I took him in my hand and proceeded to lick him clean, my hand stroking him. Ripples of shock still shook his body, and when my gaze locked on his, a smile lit his face.
“I need you inside me.” Carter’s thumb traced my bottom lip while he spoke. “So fucking bad it hurts.”
I grinned. It was the first time I’d heard a serious cuss escape his lips. It was hot that he lost control and let his guard down. My heartbeat picked up speed knowing I was moments away from having him wrapped around me and that he was so acutely affected that he’d shared a part of him I’d never seen before. Then I kissed my way up his body. With my lips on his, I pried his mouth open with a slip of my tongue. He took me in, his arms enfolding me while our lips moved against each other. Breaking the kiss gently took all my willpower, but my need was too strong. I nibbled on his bottom lip before adjusting myself on my knees.
“Do you want me to turn over?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, I want to see you when I take you.”
