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How much did he already have of me?

“Yes,” he gritted out. “More than anything. But—”

“I don’t want to think about what this means,” I whispered, moving to pull my shirt over my head. I was happy I’d changed out of my leotard and into comfortable clothes when I arrived back at my room. It was impossible to be sexy peeling off a skin-tight bodysuit.

His eyes turned hooded, half-mast with lust, as my breasts sprang free, my nipples already beaded. I swore I saw his tongue sneak out to lick his lips, as if he was hungry for a taste of them, hungry for a taste of me.

“I don’t…” He trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut. When he reopened them, he speared me with an unreadable look. “I can’t just have sex with you, B,” he confessed. “Because to me, it’s something more. I don’t know what it is yet—”

“I don’t either,” I confessed, my heart thundering against my rib cage like a jackhammer.

As if he couldn’t help himself, one of his hands came upwards to caress my aching breast, his fingers grazing my nipple. Just as quickly, he dropped it back to his side.

“B…” My name was a prayer on his lips, and that reverence spurred me on.

He didn’t stop me as I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick cock, silky smooth skin over iron steel. A breathy moan escaped him as his back arched.

I’d watched him pleasure himself before, and he’d fingered me to orgasm, but I’d never touched him. Not like this.

Though his dick had starred in more than one of my nighttime fantasies.

My blonde hair brushed against his stomach as I lowered my head to his throbbing cock, wrapping my lips around the tip. His pre-cum assaulted my tastebuds, a flavor that was both salty and musky. I’d never particularly enjoyed the taste of cum, but I found the act of swallowing too erotic to ignore. It was a way of having complete control over a man, of taking his pleasure into your own hands. I saw the cum as my reward for such endeavors, as twisted as that might have been.

I took him as deep into my throat as I could, my hand wrapping around the base where I couldn’t quite reach, traveling up his cock in a corkscrew motion. And then my mouth and hand were working in tandem, stroking and sucking and licking until his eyes were closed and his hips were jerking.

My breasts brushed against the top of his hairy thighs, the texture somehow stimulating the peaked buds and adding to my own arousal.

I released his cock from my mouth and ran my tongue from the base to the mushroom tip. When he groaned, my name leaving his lips on a breathy exhale, I repeated the ministration, keeping my eyes locked on his face.

His own eyes were shut, his golden hair splayed on the floor around him. A slight sheen of sweat coated his tan skin as he twisted his head from side to side, trying to both escape and accept the pleasure I was offering him.

His eyes snapped open when I began to run my tongue in a circle around the tip of his cock. Those blue orbs captured me, drawing me forward like a moth to a flame. I honestly feared that if I got too close, he’d burn me to ash.

He reached forward to push my blonde hair behind my ears, his eyes never leaving mine.

I brought him back into my mouth, wanting to control him and his pleasure. Wanting him to fall apart for me.

Tanner and I… Our relationship was complicated. He’d been cruel to me when I first arrived, but never on the level Aiden had been. He was honest in his initial animosity for me, but more than that, he was truthful about his attraction towards me. He never hesitated to let me know that he desired me.

I knew what I felt for him wasn’t love—how could it be, when we barely knew each other?—but I also knew it could easily change. Falling in love with Tanner would be as easy as breathing. I could lose myself in his bad boy ways, in his cocky, mischievous smile and those fathomless blue eyes. In his sharp wit and sarcastic drawl. In his tattoos and broken soul.

He wrapped my hair around his fist, guiding my movements.

Giving a man a blow job was one of the most intense forms of intimacy someone could experience. Watching him wither and lose himself to the pleasure you evoked within him…

It was impossible to describe in words.

“My turn.” Before I could protest, Tanner used his grip on my hair to force my lips off his cock. In the next second, my back was on the floor, a pillow brought down to cushion my head, and my pants and panties were discarded on the floor beside me, as well as the rest of his own clothes. Tanner removed the garments with an ease that made me both jealous and grateful of his experience.

I didn’t care about his past…as long as I was his only future.

He nestled himself between my thighs, and I brought both legs as far apart as I comfortably could in the splits. His grin was wicked, sinful, as he glanced from my dripping pussy to my spread legs.

“Perks of dating a gymnast,” he murmured, and I lifted a brow, even as my chest turned warm and butterflies took flight in my stomach.

“Dating?” I tried for teasing, but the breathless quality of my voice gave away how much I liked that idea.

“I told you.” He gave my pussy a slow, languid lick. “This isn’t just sex for me.”