Together Again

by Aria Ford

  “That sounds mysterious,” she said, her voice light and airy.

  I drove to a little pub that overlooked the beach. It was off the beaten path. Tourists didn’t know about it, which meant it remained one of our best-kept secrets in the area. I loved to go there. It was relatively quiet, and the view of the ocean was spectacular.

  We pulled into the dirt parking lot. “Oh, this is nice,” she said in a tone that was very obviously fake.

  I laughed. “Trust me. You’ll like it. Fish and chips, clams, or even steak. These guys are master chefs.”

  She nodded. “Sure, sounds good.”

  I helped her out of the truck and once again placed my hand on her back in a protective gesture. We found a private booth toward the back of the relatively small pub.

  “Hi, Tanner,” one of the waitresses said.

  “Hey, Marge,” I greeted the middle-aged woman who had clearly smoked too much and drank one too many whiskeys.

  “The regular?”

  “Yep. Times two, please,” I told her.

  Lindsey looked at me, more than likely not used to someone ordering for her.

  “You’ll like it. Trust me.”

  It was probably a little overbearing, but it was me. I wanted Lindsey to know the real me. I was alpha, aggressive, and maybe a little too domineering. That was me, and she needed to know all of me.

  Marge brought back two cold Bud Lights in bottles and a platter of oysters, “Here ya go, hon. The rest will be out shortly.”

  Lindsey looked at the beer and then at me. I thought she would scoff and demand a real restaurant. Instead, she surprised me by picking up the beer and taking a long swig.

  “This reminds me of parties from high school days,” she said.

  I laughed. “You didn’t do keg stands or use the beer bong?”

  “I did, but then I graduated high school and realized I could drink beer from a bottle. Much more convenient,” she joked.

  Our conversation glossed over my years in college, but Brian’s name was never mentioned.

  “You kicked some ass at that meet on Saturday. I think you have a real shot at medaling,” I said, wanting her to know I was truly proud of her.

  She smiled. “Thanks. It’s weird, huh? I mean, remember swimming at my house? We were all half-fish, but you and I, we seemed to have fins. At least that’s what my parents always said.”

  “We’ve come a long way. I think your parents thought you were a little crazy. I don’t think even they could have imagined you would have really committed to swimming.”

  “And you,” she started. “Your mom has got to be so proud. Tanner, you have really done well for yourself.”

  I fought the urge to puff up and flex my muscles. “I’m buying her a new Beamer,” I said, eager to share the news with someone.

  “No way! She is going to love it. You are such a good son. I would love to see the look on her face when she gets it,” Lindsey exclaimed. I watched as her lips wrapped around the beer bottle, her throat moving up and down as she swallowed. All thoughts of my mother disappeared. All I could think about was Lindsey’s mouth on me.

  I was suddenly very uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, trying to give the bulge in my pants a little room to breathe.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “Fine. I’m fine.”

  Marge showed up at the perfect time, delivering two big platters of classic fish and chips.

  “Damn, this looks good,” she said, eyeing the crunchy golden strips of fish. “Don’t tell my trainer,” she whispered and winked at me.

  I chuckled. “If I know your trainer, you have a grueling session ahead of you.”

  She moaned. “Be nice. This looks too good to pass up. Bringing me here and not letting me eat is just cruel.”

  I watched as she dipped a piece of fried fish in the homemade tartar sauce before putting it to her lips and taking a bite.

  “Good?” I asked, watching as she took another bite. I was obsessed with her mouth, and I wanted it on mine.

  “It is so good. I think this may be my new favorite place to eat.”

  We both dug in, devouring the food on our platters. She only drank the one beer and switched to water. I followed her lead.

  We chatted about the old times, growing up and some of the silly shenanigans we got into. Once our meals were finished, we sat and talked for another thirty minutes. I enjoyed her company. It was weird. I rarely allowed myself to open up to a woman. I liked to keep it all superficial, sex and maybe minor chitchat.

  “Ready?” I asked, fighting the urge to kiss her.

  “Yep.”

  We stood, and I took her hand, leading her out of the restaurant.

  The drive home was filled with tension, and we barely said a word. When I pulled into the parking lot, I put the truck in park and shut it off. We sat there for several long seconds.

  “Do you want to come up?” she asked.

  I hesitated a brief second and found I couldn’t deny her. “Sure.”

  We climbed the stairs, neither of us talking. Once again, the sexual tension between us sizzled. I could practically feel the sparks flying.

  She fished the keys out of her purse. I stood behind her, less than an inch from her body. I watched as her hands shook with nervous energy as she slid the key into the lock. In one smooth move, she turned the handle and pushed the door open.

  I followed her in, gently shoving her inside, giving me enough room to shut the door behind me. I reached out to grab her at the same time my foot kicked the door closed.

  “I want you,” I breathed.

  I didn’t give her a chance to answer. My mouth slammed down over hers in a hot, intense kiss that was filled with all the pent-up passion that had been mounting for the last several days. I plunged my tongue between her lips, gently biting her bottom lip as my tongue swept inside her mouth.

  I was out of my fucking mind with lust.

  Chapter 10

  Lindsey

  It felt like I was wrestling a tiger. Tanner’s hands were roaming my body as he pushed against me. His mouth was on mine, kissing, sucking, biting, and then licking. My senses were overloaded by his passion-filled kisses.

  “You’re mine, Lindsey. You’re all fucking mine,” he was saying near my ear as he pushed me back and against a wall.

  I wanted to answer him. Agree with him. Anything. I couldn’t. I was unable to form coherent words. I tried to mimic his actions. My hands ran up his sides, over those beautiful pecs and around his back. I ended up holding on to his back for dear life.

  Before I knew what was happening, my little tank top was being yanked up my torso. My arms automatically went up as he ripped the shirt up and over my head.

  “Tanner,” I mumbled, not exactly sure what I was asking for.

  “I got you,” he forced out through kisses along my collar bone that trailed outward to my shoulder.

  His hands were deftly working at unfastening my bra. I felt useless against his ministrations. I wanted to give myself completely, but felt like I was along for the ride instead of an active participant. I felt my breasts spring free. He yanked one strap down my left arm before pulling it off the other.

  “Fuck, I love your tits. Perfect. Perfect,” he mumbled before his mouth opened and closed over one nipple while his hand massaged the other.

  My fingers were digging into his back. I tried not to scratch, but the onslaught was more than my brain could process. All I could do was react. I reached for the bottom of his shirt and started tugging upward. I wanted to feel his naked chest.

  “Bedroom. Now,” he demanded.

  “Your shirt,” I managed to get out. I was topless, and he was still fully clothed.

  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 c
ontrol, 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 lea
ve 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.”