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Veronica

Loaded

“H oly shit, Chap,” Lizzy says, practically shouting, “you weren’t fucking kidding. TJ must be loaded.”

The four of us stand in the driveway of TJ’s house, taking in the mammoth mansion in front of us. It’s lit in the dark by the well placed landscape lighting. It’s only a couple streets over from the condo, but this street is made up of much newer, more modern homes that back directly up to the slopes.

The house is slung low to the ground, an angular roof extending from above the garage all the way to the far end, where floor to ceiling glass gives a peek into the main open living space. Despite its modern design with glass, exposed metal beams, and timber accents, it’s nestled delicately into the trees and blends into the scenery surprisingly well. Lizzy is right, TJ must do well for himself.

“Yeah,” Tanner trails off, breaking the silence, “so managing these properties, I’ve learned there are rich people and then there are rich people. Normally, rich people might be able to buy a second home, but they need to rent it out sometimes to afford it. But the really rich, they can buy a place like this for ten million dollars and let it simply sit empty most of the year until they need to use it here and there or let their friends crash. TJ is certainly the latter.”

“Damn, dude. This place is sick,” Collin says, “ever been to any parties here?”

Tanner laughs. “No, not really. I’ve been around a few times when he’s had people over but TJ isn’t much of a party animal.”

“So back to our plan. Where’s the guesthouse, Tanner?” I ask.

“Oh yeah. My bad. When you guys get back, just go through that gate next to the garage on the right. You’ll go past the main house and see the hot tub. The guesthouse living room opens right up to the hot tub. Can’t miss it,” he says.

“Alright cool. Lizzy and I will go pick up the food. Order’s under your name, right, V?” Collin looks back to me for confirmation, with a thumbs up gesture.

“Yep. You got it. Want to pick up some ice cream while you’re out?” I suggest, pressing my hands together, bouncing up and down pleading. Collin laughs. “Lizzy and I were already planning on it. Same flavors as before, I assume?”

I nod in approval, sensing that I might be about to get the moment I’ve been hoping for all day. A moment alone with Tanner. I feel my body ache in anticipation of being alone, with him, and having more than a few minutes.

“Cool. See y’all in an hour or so,” Collin says, as he turns to head towards his SUV.

“Later losers,” Lizzy scoffs, “don’t have too much fun without us.”

After watching them turn the corner and out of sight, I move to Tanner, grasping his hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. His hands are so large and rugged that mine just get lost in them. A wave of relief comes over me as I’m finally able to touch him after playing cat and mouse all day, hiding from Collin and Lizzy.

“So, I was told there’s a kitchen I have to see,” I say, looking up into his eyes, grinning with anticipation.

He lets out a low hum. “Be patient, Ronni. Wanted to show you the guesthouse first.”

I’m so tired of patience. All I’ve wanted today was to be close to him.

“Fine,” I grumble, “if you insist.”

As we enter the guesthouse, I’m in awe. It’s modern and sleek like the main house and impeccably decorated, as if it was used for the latest Crate and Barrel catalog.

“So… I think we’ve got what, just under an hour?” The lustful look is back in Tanner’s eyes. It’s been less than two days now and I’m already addicted to that look in his endless green eyes.

I step towards him, he’s so tall that I’m eye level with his collarbone and I have to crane my neck to meet his eyes.

“I seem to remember you saying your body was mine to use as I please?”

He nods, a low growl escaping his mouth before his lips are pressed into mine, his tongue offering just a tease as it lingers in my mouth.

“This way,” he says, his voice low, leading me by my hand to the guesthouse’s main bedroom. I’m barely able to contain my eagerness. I can feel the desire about to erupt within me. Things that have been buried so deep inside for years, are all flooding back, all thanks to this man.

As we head to the bedroom, he pulls a few condoms from his jean pockets. The gesture is reassuring.

“Actually, I meant to ask,” I say, “I have an IUD and I haven’t exactly been with anyone in ages so…”

“It’s been a while for me too, but I always get tested and I’m fine,” he says.

With that out of the way, I follow him to the bed. He hops in and sits back against the headboard. I take my t-shirt off while on my knees on the edge of the bed in front of him, revealing my small black triangle bikini top.

He takes his turn to ogle me for a change. Looking at my bare stomach up past my breasts, my nipples hard and showing through my bikini, until he meets my eyes.

“Fuck,” he says looking at me, his voice labored with his heavy breathing, “take that top off.”

“Like this?” My voice is sultry. I undo the ties and let it fall to the bed, my fingertips hiding my nipples from view and yet still teasing myself. He groans in approval as he strips off his shirt. The sight of him shirtless, propped against the headboard, his unnaturally perfect abs and pecs waiting for me to touch, only fuels my need for him.

But now his eyes are fixed on my ribs.

“That. When did you get that ?” He points at the side of my breast, looking at the small tattoo of the outline of the Teton mountains on my upper ribs, matching the one on his and Collin’s wrists.

“I’ve had it for years. I got it the summer I turned eighteen, the same year we skied Corbett’s.” I smirk thinking back to when I got it. “I didn’t quite have your confidence to put it on my wrist or hands, so I put it somewhere not everyone would see it.”

“I’m glad I’m getting to see it. I like it on you. But then again I like everything about you.” His brows lower over his eyes and he curls his finger slowly at me. “Now come here.”

Fuck. My knees are shaking in giddy anticipation.

I’ve felt his tongue do wonders on my clit and pussy. I’ve had every magnificent inch of him in my mouth. But the feeling of desire to have his cock buried in me is overwhelming.

“Fine. But take your pants off,” I demand with a smirk, pointing at his jeans.

He eagerly obliges, throwing them to the floor beside the bed. I straddle him, grinding myself against his erection. Even through his boxer briefs and my sweatpants, I can feel how needy his cock is, sending a shiver through me I feel to my core. There’s a look of desperation and longing in his eyes, matching my own needs.

I lean forward, my mouth to his ear. His heavy, warm breath against my skin is intoxicating. “Fuck me, Tanner. I want to use your body,” I whisper.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, his devilish grin reappearing. He wraps his muscular arms around me before flipping me on my back, him now on top of me.

“So can I take your pants off?” he asks slyly. I nod.

He looks down at me, his gaze lingering on my hard nipples. I can feel the desire deep in his eyes, realizing this is the first time he’s seen my bare chest. Looking into his eyes, it’s like I can see how much he’s wanted this moment since that day on the river, over a decade ago. He's savoring it, his mouth barely open, biting his lower lip. I can feel his cock brushing against the inside of my thigh, twitching with each beat of his heart.

He leans down to me, kissing me on the lips before cupping my breasts, giving each nipple a delicate kiss, teasing them with his tongue. His mouth lingers over my tattoo, placing an extra kiss there.

He works his way down my stomach, kissing me along the way. With each kiss I can feel his mustache brush against my skin sending shivers through me while he slide my sweats off. As he takes them off, he stops for a second, smiling.

“I see you remembered something else I like,” he says, his eyes looking at my small black thong he pulled from the dryer last night, before sliding it down and tossing it to the side.

“Please, Tanner. I want to feel you,” I plead, looking into his gaze.

He leans back down, planting a kiss just above my swollen, ready clit.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me,” he says, before his mouth is on me again. He runs his tongue along my pussy before landing on my clit. A spasm runs through me as I arch my back, my shoulders and ass pressing into the bed.

“Fuck, Tanner,” I moan, “the way your tongue knows exactly what I want is so hot.”

“Does that mean you’re ready for me?” he asks, his mouth still mere inches from my wet aching pussy. I can feel his breath on me, he’s so close.

I nod, hurriedly this time, desperate to feel him. He comes up to me, his face now meeting mine as he takes off his boxers. He kisses me as he slides his pulsing cock up and down my wet slit, tormenting me. I push myself into him, pressing my clit against his dick. I let out a needy whimper and grab his shoulders.

He pulls back from me, holding his length in his hand, touching the head of his cock to my wetness, before notching the tip just on the edges of my opening. I look into his eyes, they’re smoldering, showing the same sense of need I feel.

He brings his lips to mine, as he eases into me. I can tell he’s holding back though, admiring his tight flexed muscles. At first, he braces himself, giving me just the tip.

I’ve seen it, held it, and had every inch of it in my mouth but my aching body is still shocked to feel it inside of me. I gasp, my pussy clenching and gripping him tighter. He goes slowly, letting me fully enjoy his size. With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper. His cock fills me and stretches me like I’ve never felt before. The feeling of it bare with nothing between us, my hot wet center against every inch of him, is so intense.

“Fuck, Ronni,” his breathing is labored, “you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“Oh god, Tanner,” I whimper, “please, I want all of it. Give me all of it!”

He growls as he leans back, looking at me with unfiltered lust in his eyes. With his cock seemingly already in me to its base, he wraps his hands under my thighs, pushing my legs back towards me. I gasp as he thrusts into me again, my pussy barely able to take every throbbing inch of him.

I run one hand along his scruffy jaw, the other splayed across his back, unable to resist clawing him with my nails digging into his skin, feeling the muscle beneath.

With each powerful, nearly overwhelming thrust of him, I feel myself getting closer and closer to letting go of the tension building inside me. I wrap my legs around him, never wanting to let this man go.

“Please, don’t fucking stop, Tanner.”