Page 13 of Finding Tane (Foggy Basin Season Two)

“Okay, now we gotta move.” Tane stood, lifting me to my feet. I wondered if he’d be able to carry me... now wasn’t the time to work that out, not with Aster in the next room.

I led the way to the bedroom, stripping off my shirt and dropping it in the laundry hamper.

Tane’s hand on my back was warm and rough, pushing me towards the bed faster so I stumbled a little. “Eager are you?”

“Get naked and on the bed, Dillon, or I swear to God...” his voice had dropped low and the tone of it was full of promise.

Part of me wanted to know exactly what he was threatening me with, but for the moment, I just wanted to feel him inside me.

I undid my belt and shoved my jeans down, stepping out of them.

I crawled up onto the bed and grabbed out a condom and lube from my sidetable drawer.

Turning back, I paused, watching Tane removing his shirt.

His skin was a beautiful deep tan colour, and he had a blue-black tattoo forming a cuff around his upper arm.

He wasn’t as slim as he’d been when he’d first arrived in Foggy Basin, I’d been feeding him regularly, which I think he’d been missing. But he had filled out beautifully.

My mouth watered, and I beckoned for him, unable to wait.

Tane stripped off the rest of his clothes and pushed me down on my back, climbing on top of me to kiss me roughly. I moaned, responding by touching his chest and stroking my fingers down his stomach.

“You’re so damn handsome,” Tane said.

“I was thinking the same...” I was already panting, so ready for more with this wonderful, kind man.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty.”

I did as he asked and he grabbed the lube. He moved fast, squirting the liquid onto his fingers and then smearing it around my hole, massaging with deft precision.

I arched my back, moaning. I slipped one hand between us to stroke him, the other arm hooked around his neck to keep him close.

“Feel good?” He mouthed over my neck, moving his lips up to nip at my earlobe. “Want to make you feel so good, Dillon.”

“You do,” I said.

He pushed a finger inside and gently worked me open, making me whine with a pathetically audible amount of neediness. “So good. Please, faster.”

“Patience, baby, it’ll be so good if you let me work my magic.”

“Magic fingers.” I imagined I could feel the guitar calluses on his fingers, rubbing against the inside of me in the most intimate way possible.

I was sweating, clinging to him with a ferocious need.

I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, that was true enough, but it was more than that.

The weeks we’d had together, just co-habitating, and getting to know each other, had done nothing but heighten my desire to be with him like this.

I was falling in love with him, I knew I was, and this experience was promising only to cement that attraction.

Finally he added some more lube and knelt up above me.

I grabbed the condom, rolling it on for him.

His expression was lustful, but also surprisingly fond as he watched me. “Thank you,” he breathed.

Always so polite, even when I was all but begging him to pound me into the mattress.

Once the condom was in place I slicked him with lube and lay back, hitching my knees up. “Please, Tane, I need to feel you. Please?”

He made a noise halfway between a growl and a whine, his eyes going hooded. “Fuck, Dillon...” he pushed inside slowly, letting me stretch and adjust to his thickness. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer, until he was entirely inside me, filling me with himself.

I closed my eyes and hid my face against his chest. The stretch was almost painful, but I didn’t want him to slow down, I wanted to savour every single second of him.

He kissed my hair and started to thrust. “Is that good?”

“Divine,” I breathed, barely audible.

“Good, you’re so good for me.” He lay us flat on the bed and kissed me deeply, his hips pulsing a gentle thrust, more tease than satisfaction.

He was toying with me, and I loved it.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, encouraging him deeper and faster.

“So good, you feel so good, Tane.”

Tane groaned and thrust quicker. “Want to make it last but I’m so hot for you, Dill. I don’t think I can—”

I shook my head. “Don’t want to wait, just pound me, please!”

His hips moved faster now, and I moaned, letting go of him to throw one of my arms over my eyes and panting.

“You’re so handsome, so beautiful, Dill...” he groaned and started pounding me for real. He was panting.

I wanted to look at him.

Moving my arm I regarded him, deep brown eyes and sweat beading on his temples. I wanted to lick it off. I wanted to run my hands through his hair. I wanted to belong to him forever and ever.

His hand closed around my dick and stroked, slick with sweat and lube, my back arched and I cried out. I was moments away from coming and I could feel he was too. His hips stuttered then shoved deep inside me, I came a second later, spilling over his hand.

“God, Dillon...” he breathed.

“I love you, Tane.” I reached for him, hardly aware of what I’d said until he wrapped me tight in his arms.

“Aroha nui,” he said. “That means, big love. The biggest possible.”

I smiled, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling the scent of him. I wanted to commit to memory.

We held each other, still locked together, sweaty and smeared with my seed.

We’d need to change the sheets I thought, somewhere in the very back of my mind.

But it didn’t matter. The rest of me was entirely in the moment, engaged in loving this incredible man who had found his way to my sleepy little town and into my heart.