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Veronica

So Talented

A fter leaving the giant ranch, we head back toward Teton Village. Tanner takes the truck down a familiar side road past an old dive bar and I finally realize where we’re going.

I palm my face and roll my eyes at him. “Ok, you were right. I should have guessed this would be your favorite place that you have to take care of.”

I look down the familiar driveway as we pull up to Tanner’s cabin, our final stop of the night.

“You know I’ve always loved this place,” he says, opening the door to let Rex hop out. “But I always thought it was missing something to be perfect. Now I know for sure that it was you that I needed here.”

God damnit, he’s adorable when he does stuff like this.

We head into the cabin and despite the relaxing day at the spa and my iced coffee, I’m still tired. Tanner wants to stay up and watch the weather forecast to see what’s in store for our ski day tomorrow, part of his nightly routine.

Watching the weather and hoping for a pow day together might seem like it should be a boring way to wind down the day, but here in this cabin, with Tanner, it’s everything I could ever ask for. I’m already in my flannel pajama shorts and my Teal Tigers crop top. Tanner’s in grey sweats, no shirt. He runs hot and sleeps without a shirt and I’m certainly not ever going to complain about that.

I curl up next to him, feeling his warm skin. My head is on his shoulder, one hand splayed across his chest, running my fingers through his chest hair. Looking at the coffee table, I can see my phone light up. Tanner, seemingly never missing a beat, catches my eyes lingering on it.

“You going to check that?” he asks skeptically.

I smirk, not moving my head from his shoulder. “Nope. I’m not even going to open the message. I already know it’s Jeff and I don’t care. I don’t even know why he’s awake this late back home. Whatever it is, I’m sure he can figure it out.” Jeff isn’t going to be my problem tonight.

His chest rises and falls with his laugh. “Good. That’s the spirit. I’m glad you’re having so much fun out here. Speaking of fun. It’s looking like it’s gonna be a banner day on the slopes tomorrow. You ready to shred some fresh pow?” he asks, still watching the TV, his arm wrapped around me twirling my hair in his fingers.

“I’m always ready, you don’t have to ask me. Just hope Collin and Lizzy are up for the task. They’ve been slowing down the last few days,” I say, chuckling a bit.

“Yeah, they clearly don’t have the endurance,” Tanner says, eyeing me carefully now. “I think they aren’t doing enough cardio .”

“Hmm. I’ve been enjoying all of our cardio lately.” Looking into Tanner’s eyes is something I could never get tired of. His hooded gaze now drifts down to my crop top, the bottom edges of my breasts showing.

“Fuck me,” he says, as he cups one of my breasts. “This fucking shirt is going to be my undoing.”

The touch of his strong, calloused hands on my breasts sends a chill through me. I want him so much, always. I see the outline of his erection through his sweat pants and run a hand over his length, feeling how hard he is.

“No, greedy girl,” he says, pulling my hand off and placing it back on his chest. “Hands to yourself.”

Fuck. Is he really going to hold out on me?

He shimmies his sweats down and grabs his cock in his other hand, slowly working his shaft. It is so fucking hot watching him work his pulsing cock.

“Tanner, I want you so bad,” I say, reaching for him.

“No. No touching,” he says again, grinning at me now. “You can watch. I’ve jacked off thinking about you in a crop top so many times, it’s your turn to sit back and watch.”

As he says that, he lets go of my breast, slowly running his hand down my stomach, until he’s trailing his fingers along the waistband of my shorts.

“You said you want me so bad? So if I reach in here, I’m going to find a tight, wet little pussy, right?” His eyes lustful as his grin grows.

I bite my lip and nod. Fuck. I want to feel him, any part of him, so bad.

“Good girl,” he says. “Good fucking girl.”

His eyes leave mine, looking at his own hand as he lowers it into my shorts. The touch of his fingers on my throbbing clit makes my whole body tense and arch off the couch. I look down at his hands. Watching him stroke his cock in one hand, while the other is playing with my clit is so erotic. I can hear his breathing get heavier and faster, watching him thrust his hips into his own hand.

Fuck. It’s already so hot watching him jack off. It’s so intimate, so raw. It’s like he’s letting me see behind the curtain into himself more. It’s even hotter knowing he’s working himself that hard while looking at my body. It’s like my own private porn, just for me, except he’s fingering me at the same time and it feels so damn good.

“God, Tanner,” I moan into his shoulder, my eyes still watching his hands. “Your hands are so talented. Are you going to jerk us both off?”

His fingers spread my lips open, and he runs them through my slick slit. He teases my pussy, letting a finger linger on my wet opening. He won’t let me touch him with my hands, so I’ll have to settle for thrusting and grinding myself into him. I rock my hips forward, wanting him to do more with his fingers.

He obliges, always able to read what my body needs, sliding one in me, his thumb now running up and down my clit. I drape my leg over his thigh, pulling our bodies closer, side by side.

“Fuck, Tanner,” I say, my words mixed with my heavy panting. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“This?” he says, as his thumb moves faster and his finger plunges into me deeper and curls in a beckoning motion.

I bite into his shoulder, feeling my orgasm coming. I don’t know how he can make my body do as he pleases, as I want, so easily. I look back towards his other hand, fisting the shaft of his cock faster and faster as my own breathing quickens.

“Yes. That. Keep doing that.” I rock my hips forward, pressing my self into his hand.

“Good,” he grunts. “I want to feel you squeeze when we both come.” He adds a second finger, stretching and filling me more.

Watching his hands work, pleasing both of us in unison, puts me over the edge. I squeeze my thighs together as I come, grasping his hand between my legs. My teeth dig deeper into the muscular flesh of his shoulder and my fingernails dig into his chest, pulling his hair.

“Fuck,” he moans, as my grip tightens around his fingers. I watch in awe as he keeps stroking himself, harder and harder as he comes, his fingers still in me. His body lets go furiously, a wild grunt escaping him as rope after rope of his release lands on his flexed abs, almost reaching the tiger head on his chest. Fuck, it’s so hot to actually see him let go like that. He grabs a tissue off the coffee table, wiping himself off before pulling me further onto his chest and lying down.

He rests his cheek on my head, holding me tight. I find myself lying here on the couch with him again, my body in physical bliss and I’m ready to fall asleep.

It just feels perfect, like home.