by Aria Ford
He reached down and expertly yanked off his shirt with one smooth motion. His hands were on my skirt, yanking it down, nearly tripping me as I walked down the short hall to the bedroom. I stopped moving and braced one hand against the wall to steady myself as he yanked the skirt down. He was out of control, and I had never been more excited.
“Go,” he grunted.
I stepped out of the skirt and pushed open my bedroom door. I turned to see him unbuttoning his jeans as he moved toward me. I debated whether to take off my lace panties, but I didn’t have time to wonder. He kicked his pants off to the side before stripping off his boxer briefs. I watched as his cock sprang free. I stood there, wearing nothing but my black lace panties, waiting for him.
He looked into my eyes as he stalked toward me. He placed one hand on my sternum, pushing me backward. My legs hit the bed, and his hand still applied pressure, making me flop back onto the bed.
“Tanner,” I said his name, feeling a little unsure of what he expected from me.
He was over me, kissing me on the lips. It was too brief. He pulled back, kissing my breast before running his tongue over my nipple. His tongue led a trail down the center of my stomach, creating a pool of heat deep in my belly.
His hand grabbed my black panties and yanked them down my thighs before pulling them over my feet.
“I want to taste you, Lindsey.”
I nodded but didn’t say a word. I lay completely exposed on my bed, Tanner kneeling over me. His hand touched the inside of my knee pushing it away. He repeated the action with my other leg. I lay there, open and exposed, waiting for his touch. I had never experienced anything so erotic.
His hand ran up my thigh, his fingers went to my pussy, gently spreading the folds with expertise.
“Mine,” he said a moment before his mouth closed over me, his tongue pushing into me.
“Holy fuck,” I half-yelled, half moaned as the sensation washed over me.
He ran his tongue over my clit, causing me to buck off the bed. “Tanner!” I yelled, not knowing what else to do or say. I could do nothing else but lay back and revel in the magic his tongue was working on my body.
His finger plunged into me as his tongue quickly lapped at my clit. The orgasm came out of nowhere, hot, fast, and furious. I jerked upward, driving my pussy against his very attentive mouth.
“Give it to me, Lindsey,” he said as my body jerked and bucked with the force of the orgasm. He lapped at me before leaving a line of kisses up my stomach and back to my mouth. His mouth closed over mine, and I could taste my orgasm.
He used his knee to spread my legs wider a second before his dick was touching my pussy, plunging in. He pushed in, dragging out my climax longer than I thought was possible. My legs wrapped around his waist, my feet pushing into his ass, bringing him in deeper. Within minutes, I could feel the familiar sensations starting to wind up.
He was going to make me climax again! I couldn’t possibly. My body felt limp and spent, but deep inside, I could feel that little seed of desire blossoming.
“Tanner, I—”
“I want you to come again, Lindsey. Come on me. I want to feel your juices soak me.”
His words were a catalyst, and before I knew it was happening, I was coming again. My back arched up, drawing him in deeper with each thrust. I moaned with the sheer pleasure of having him buried in me as my body spasmed around him.
As I began the downward spiral, he rolled over, holding me against his chest as moved. I was on top of him. It gave me the power, which was a heady feeling when dealing with a guy like Tanner, who was dominant and always in control.
“Ride me,” he commanded, running his hands up my sides to cup my breasts.
I straightened my spine, put my hands on his chest for support and slowly rocked my hips back and forth. Every push forward rubbed his dick against my clit, sending out spurts of fire through my already raw nerve endings. I was moving slow and purposeful, relishing in the feel of the movement. I could hear him softly grunting with the motion.
His hands moved to my hips, where he squeezed and pulled me forward and then back, setting up a faster rhythm that was making me heady. My head dropped back, my loose, flowing hair rubbed across his thighs, and I pushed harder, taking in every last bit of him.
“There you go. Like that. Ride me, Lindsey. Faster. Harder.”
One of his hands stayed on my hip, and his other went to the place we were joined. He pressed against the little nub that was swollen from orgasm. My thighs squeezed together as the intense pleasure slammed into me. My back arched, and I could feel my body clenching and squeezing his dick deep inside me. My mind couldn’t process the volley of sensation shooting through me. I kept moving, driving into that fingertip, demanding something I wasn’t sure it could provide.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing harder with that one finger as my body climbed higher. I had lost all semblance of my corporeal self. All I could feel was him in me. It was intense pleasure mingled with wanting more. I couldn’t reach that third climax. My body was wrung out. I cried out in frustration as the climax stayed just out of reach.
“Come, Lindsey. I want it again,” he was saying from somewhere far away.
Everything blurred, and there was a buzzing in my ears. That magical finger pushed inside me a fraction to touch that swollen bud. I moaned, my head thrashing back and forth, my hair brushing across my bare back as I instinctively moved my hips, pushing and squeezing and demanding more.
“Now!” he shouted, and I gave over. My body felt as if a firecracker exploded inside. I was shuddering with every spasm.
“Tanner,” I groaned. “Oh my God, I—”
I didn’t know what I wanted to say. My body was not mine to control—it was his. I couldn’t stay upright any longer and collapsed against his chest, riding the wave pressed against him. His own orgasm was still rocking through his body. The guttural sound of pure ecstasy ripped from his mouth. I held on, relishing in the feel of his body pumping into mine.
I felt the moment he finished, and his arms relaxed around me, holding me to his chest. Little spasms of fading ecstasy ripped through as we laid there, our naked bodies covered in sweat.
“Holy fuck, Lindsey. I’ve never had such mind-blowing sex in my life. You’re fucking amazing,” he said softly.
I smiled but didn’t say anything. I was absolutely spent. I had no idea my body could do that. I wasn’t sure I could move. I didn’t want to move. I could feel his heartbeat slowing, returning to a normal rhythm. The sound was putting me into a trance. His slow breathing combined with the thump-thump of his heart lulled me into sleep before I could manage to roll off him.
Chapter 11
Tanner
“What the fuck?” I mumbled. I wasn’t in my own bed. My mind quickly rewound back to last night and reminded me of where I was. I was in Lindsey’s bed. I’d had no intention of staying over when I dropped her off last night. The woman had worn me out. I had never come so hard in my life. I felt dehydrated and needed water. I flexed my arms and then tried to flex my legs. Every muscle in my body was sore. I had never climaxed so hard to the point my muscles were actually pulled. It had been fucking amazing, and I wanted to do it again.
I tried to move, to roll over, but I couldn’t move. More accurately, I didn’t want to move. Lindsey’s naked body was draped over me. The contact with her skin was making me hard, and memories of the way she felt riding me had me ready to do it all over again.
I managed to move my head enough to see the clock on her bedside table. Shit. I was late.
It took some serious machinations, but I managed to untangle my body from Lindsey’s. I pulled the blanket up to cover her nude body but not before taking a second to admire her. Damn, she was gorgeous. My eyes traveled up her long legs, took in that perfectly shaped ass before glimpsing side boob. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow I had gently placed her on, and her long lashes formed perfect half-moons on her face.
Go, man.
I wanted to stand there and look at her naked body all day, but I had a client. A client who was going to be pissed that I was late. I quickly dressed, grabbed my keys and phone off the table by the front door and started to leave, but something stopped me.
I wasn’t going to up and leave like a thief in the night. She would kill me if I ran away after sex again. Searching around, I found a pile of school books with a notebook tucked in between. I grabbed a pen and jotted down a quick note, leaving it on the kitchen counter for her to find.
I raced through traffic to get across town. I had called and left a message, but my client wasn’t answering. This wasn’t going to be good. I walked into the gym, where I had privileges to train, and headed for the pool. The young lady at the front desk, who I usually flirted with, waved, but I didn’t have time.
“Hey, Carson,” I said, walking into the pool area.
My client was in the middle of the pool and ignoring me. Fuck.
“Man, I’m really sorry. My alarm didn’t go off. I tried calling a few times,” I explained.
Carson, who was typically a really nice guy, was pissed. It was obvious by the way he was ignoring me and not coming to the side of the pool.
I was wearing my jeans and T-shirt from last night. I wasn’t exactly ready to jump in the pool and make him listen to me.
I watched as Carson slowly swam from the center to the edge where I was standing. I squatted down, “I’m sorry. You know I’m never late. This was a onetime thing, and it won’t happen again,” I promised.
He nodded. “Good.”
“I don’t have another client until late this afternoon. If you have the time, I’m willing to stay an extra thirty to forty-five minutes to make up for my tardiness.”
That seemed to appease the man. He nodded. “That’d be great. I’ll call my secretary and push back my meeting,” he said, climbing out of the pool.
The guy had hired me to teach him how to be a competitive swimmer but not because he was actually interested in competing. It was one of those bucket list things, and I was not about to turn down a client who could afford to spend money on my services.
Once his phone call was done, I jumped right into trainer mode and busted his ass like he paid me to do. It took a great deal of effort on my part, because all I wanted to do was drive back to Lindsey’s apartment and crawl in bed with that naked body of hers.
After getting through Carson’s session, I headed home to shower and change. I still had a couple of hours before it was time to head to the school pool for Lindsey’s training. I debated calling or texting her, but since she hadn’t, I figured I better not. I had no idea where this was going or if she wanted it to go anywhere.
I arrived early to the pool, hoping to have a few minutes with Lindsey before we had to jump right into the training. She wasn’t there. What if she wasn’t going to show up at all? Maybe I had crossed a line last night.
I sat down on one of the chairs that sat next to the pool and pulled out my phone. Did I, or didn’t I?
Lindsey came rushing through the door a few minutes later. “Sorry!” she said, quickly walking to where I was sitting. “Practice ran late.”
I stood, not sure how this was all going to play out. She dropped her gym bag and stepped closer to me. My hands went to her waist, and I kissed her. It was a standard hello kiss, nothing sexual.
“Hi,” I said, smiling. “It’s okay. You’re not technically late. Not like I was this morning.”
“Oh no, how late were you?” she said, putting her arms around me and leaning her face against my chest.
“Half hour, but the guy was cool with it since I stayed almost an extra hour.”
“Good. Sorry, about that. I guess I should have set an alarm clock.”
I shrugged. “I had no intention of falling asleep.”
She stepped out of my arms, and I cringed. That had sounded bad. It wasn’t how I intended it at all.
I watched as she jerked off the sweats and pulled her hoodie over her head.
“Lindsey, I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant I hadn’t planned on falling asleep with you draped on me. I didn’t say I minded.” I walked to her, grabbed her elbow, and pulled her back up.
I kissed her nose and then her lips. “I liked it. You wore me out.” I winked.
She blushed. “Thank you for leaving the note. I’ll admit I was a little pissed when I woke up, and you were gone without even a goodbye.”
“I wouldn’t do that, Lindsey. Not to you.”
That seemed to placate her. “Thank you. I appreciate that. I was a little worried.”
“Don’t. You don’t have to worry, Lindsey. I wouldn’t treat you like that.” I said the words, meaning every one of them. I know I fucked up that first time, but I needed her to know she wasn’t simply a piece of ass. She was more than that. What, I didn’t know, but I would figure it out.
My ringing phone interrupted the moment. I looked down at the chair where my phone was sitting face up. Brian’s face filled the screen.
Lindsey looked over and laughed. “Perfect timing. That’s not awkward at all. I swear the guy has a camera on me all the time or something. It’s like he knows, like he senses us together,” she joked.
I laughed but didn’t feel it. This whole thing was getting out of hand. I had to do something. It was either stay away from Lindsey or tell Brian I wanted to date his sister. Neither option was all that appealing, and both would likely end badly. Brian would lose his shit if he knew we had sex.
“We’ll worry about that later,” I told her, hoping to put it off a little longer.
She turned to grab her cap and goggles, bending over to dig in her bag. Her pert ass was too tempting to ignore. I playfully slapped it before squeezing her left cheek. “Fuck, your fine ass is making me hard,” I said, leaning over her back to whisper in her ear.
She stood upright, turned around, reached her hand between my legs and squeezed. “You’re right,” she said. “Too bad I have training to do.”
I watched her spin around and walk away, sashaying her hips as she went to the ladder and slowly climbed down the stairs. The woman was playing with fire. I managed to keep my head in the right place and put her through a rigorous training regimen. She was going to be ready for those Olympic trials. I would make her a champion.
Chapter 12
Lindsey
I usually loved away meets but not today. I wanted to be home with Tanner doing things that only he could do to my body. We had said goodbye last night at the pool. I had hoped he would ask to come over, but he seemed to be pulling back again. I didn’t want to push it. I knew he was stressed out about what Brian would say if he knew.
There had been a quick kiss before I left, but it wasn’t enough. I debated whether I should text him. Would that be too needy? Probably. I felt like I was navigating dangerous new waters. One wrong move, and I would rock the boat and tumble into the abyss. For now I would let him lead the way. I was more than willing to follow.
Tomorrow’s meet was one we had been looking forward to for a long time. I loved heading to USC. It was a fun school to visit and party with. In fact, the Trojans were hosting a little get together for us. I knew I would see my ex, Adam, and was not looking forward to it, but not showing up was bad sportsmanship, even if our coaches would be pissed to know we had these little parties every time we competed against each other.
Seeing Adam used to be my main goal for coming to these. Not anymore. We had parted ways after high school, but like a fool, I had hooked up with him on several occasions, usually at these parties. It was easy. I didn’t have to waste time feeling out a room. Instead, it was quick and easy sex without the weirdness or danger that came with one-night stands.
He was on the USC swim team. It was a friendly competition, and I think the thrill of sleeping with the enemy always ended up driving me into his bed. Not this time. I didn’t know what Tanner and I were, but I wasn’t about to start sleeping around. I had no desire
to hook up with Adam. In fact, after having sex with Tanner, I think I will be forever ruined. Every man will always be compared to Tanner, and I have a feeling, none of them would come close to being as good as he is.
“And there he is,” Brittany said, her arm locked in mine as we roamed the small house the party was being thrown at.
I looked up to see Adam waving us over.
“Can we pretend we didn’t see him?” I asked.
“Little late for that. Come on, we’ll make nice and then move on. I’ll be right beside you. I’d hate for you to accidentally fall in bed with him—again,” she said with disdain. She had never liked Adam. They’d clashed in school, and their dislike for each other had only grown over the years.
“Hi,” I said, greeting Adam with a quick hug. “Quite the party you guys have here.”
He grinned. “We know how to party. How’ve you been? I heard you smoked Nevada last week. Don’t think you’re going to get so lucky this time.”
I laughed. “Whatever. Our men’s team could beat you guys with one arm tied behind their backs.”
He rolled his eyes. “I doubt that. How are you Brittany?”
She looked at him with the typical combination of disgust and irritation before giving him a fake smile. “I’m fabulous, Adam, just fabulous.”
I nudged her in the side, telling her to be nice.
“I’m going to go say hi to Dana. I haven’t seen her since our last meet.”
“Brittany,” I said, the word was loaded in a way only a best friend would understand.
“I’ll be right there. You two catch up, but, Adam, don’t you dare try and get her to fuck you. It isn’t going to happen,” she said, looking at him in a way that would make a normal person feel as big as an ant.
“Brittany, go away. Lindsey and I have some catching up to do and don’t need your shitty attitude,” he shot back, used to her insults.
She looked at me, giving me the opportunity to follow, but I declined. I didn’t like Dana. Never had. She was one of the girls from Brittany’s old private school. I hated most of the girls who had gone there. They all thought they were better than everyone else. When my dad had insisted I go to the school that was home to most of the overprivileged brats in Orange County, I’d fought against it. I wanted to be normal, not one of those stuck-up bitches.