Page 4 of Home Run (The New York Lions #5)

The movement propelled his hips forward. I was so preoccupied with my orgasm exploding, and if he hadn’t already stolen the air from my lungs I would have passed out from his cock hitting my cervix .

I might have groaned, or it could have been a squeak. It was something , and it was because I’d never experienced anything like Tanner Simpson or his cock.

Experience was the exact word. That’s what this was, an experience.

His tongue swept around my mouth, kissing me with a gentleness while he stilled enough so I could adjust to his size, to the fullness of him, and the necessity for me to surrender to his strength.

My fingertips ghosted over the taut muscles bracketing his spine, and down to his ass.

A rock-hard ass, all the while his soft, perfect mouth nipped at mine, and he brushed back my rain-soaked, tangled hair.

When he lifted his head and his eyes met mine, gone was the smirk and the insolence, replaced by what looked like surprise.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Tanner shifted his hips, rolling them forward a fraction. “Are you okay?”

I managed a nod, but in reality I wasn’t sure. The pressure was building inside me again, just that one simple movement was almost too much. A deep groan rumbled up Tanner’s throat as my body convulsed.

“You are perfect.”

“Tanner, I need you to move.”

A smile tugged up one side of his mouth. “You mean like this?” he asked, his hips rolling slowly, grinding over my clit with precision accuracy.

My only response was to arch my back, pressing my chest into his.

“Yeah, you like that?” he gritted out, his hips driving forward again. “I’ve thought about this moment. Every time I’ve jerked off I’ve thought about your pussy, and how this moment would feel. You wrapped around my dick.”

I never thought I’d be one to get turned on by commentary during sex, and if anyone was going to do it, it would be Tanner, given he never shut up at any point of the day. But this was another level. Every time he mentioned my pussy, another flood of arousal seeped out of me.

Pulling back to rest on his haunches, he dragged me down the bed with him. Watching him watch as he slipped inside me, his teeth sinking into his lip trying to maintain a shred of control was maybe the single hottest experience of my life to date.

“That’s right, soak my cock.” His fingers dug into my flesh so hard I knew they’d leave marks. When he glanced up at me, there was fire in his eyes. “You ready to hold on tight.”

I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. But I wasn’t going to stop him.

Bending my knees back, he pushed down and thrust forward. I barely got the chance to cry out or catch my breath before it happened again, and again. Over and over.

My first orgasm, which had never properly subsided, twisted around my spine in a terrifying way.

“Tell me who your pussy belongs to,” Tanner growled above me. “Tell me, Millie.”

“Youuu.”

“Yeah, it does. Your pussy was made for me. Made for my cock. Never forget it. Mine.”

It was hard to disagree when he slowly drove his magical cock inside me. It was hard to remember my own name .

Tanner shifted, releasing my knees and hooking them around his hips, dropping so close to me I barely needed to lift my head to brush my lips to his.

“I’ve never felt anything like this.” Tanner’s fingers gripped my jaw, and his mouth dropped to mine, needy and wet. “You’re so perfect, Millie. This was worth the wait.”

I was inclined to agree, though I didn’t even know this existed. And to have it with Tanner Simpson of all people.

“I’m so fucking close.” He groaned, shifting again so his hips flexed. It’s enough to set a trembling in my thighs I couldn’t control. “That’s right, let me have it.”

Grinding against my clit one last time was all it took. I was done for. I was pressed so hard into the mattress by his massive body that I could do nothing but survive the explosion as he pistoned himself inside me until he collapsed to the side with a cry loud enough to shake the walls.

What was that?

It happened quickly. An almost overwhelming surge of emotion. One minute I was lying next to Tanner, still basking in the glow of my orgasm, and the next realization smacked me hard in the face.

I’d added myself to the list. The one with the multitudes of women who’d slept with Tanner Simpson. It didn’t matter I may have just had the best sex of my life. That’s probably what happened to all of them.

I sat up, only to be immediately wrapped back in his arms.

“Where d’you think you’re going?”

“What?”

“I want to cuddle. ”

Cuddle? Twisting around, I looked down at him. “You want to what?”

“I want to cuddle.”

Okay, that wasn’t what I was expecting. Did he cuddle with all of them? “You’re not leaving?”

“What? Why would I leave?”

“Isn’t that what you do?”

His arms dropped and he pushed himself to sitting. “What’s that supposed to mean? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I inched away. “Because…we don’t need to cuddle.”

“But I want to.” He reached out for me. “Mills, what’s going on?”

“We really don’t have to do this. We’ll just go back to being whatever it was. It’s not like we saw each other that much anyway.”

“Millie?”

I spotted my panties over near the door, along with my tank top, and ran to pull them back on. What was I doing? Why was I purposely picking a fight? Beats me. And based on Tanner’s expression, he was equally confused.

I just didn’t want to be on that list.

And I didn’t want to be one of those girls.

Even more so, I didn’t want to cuddle. Cuddling wasn’t something I could handle. I knew where cuddling led, and Tanner Simpson and I were not going down that path.

No way.

“What? We slept together. Isn’t that why you’ve been chasing me? Isn’t sex what this thing has been about the whole time?”

“What thing? ”

“This.” I flicked my hand between us. “You and me. Since we met.”

“No, it fucking isn’t,” he snapped, throwing back the sheets and jumping out of bed. I forced myself to look away from his perfect, naked body.

“Oh come on . You’re Tanner Simpson. Of course, that’s what you wanted.”

He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his dick still semi-hard. I could almost feel the annoyance roiling off him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t need to pretend you want to stay and we can’t go back to the apartment together now.”

“Why not?”

“It’ll be weird and awkward. Everyone will know.” In truth, it was unlikely anyone would figure it out, they’d probably just figure Tanner was being Tanner.

“Then we stay here. We can watch a movie.”

“No!” I snapped, harder than I meant to. “Let’s just call this what it is.”

“And what is it?”

“A mistake.”

If I’d slapped his face his expression would have held less of a sting, but I’d said it now.

“A mistake, was it?” He tugged his jeans on, followed by his tee, and stopped next to me at the door with his shoes in one hand.

“Want me to go, I’m going. But you’re wrong.

Something just happened between us, and I’m not talking about sex.

You know it, I know it.” His gaze dropped.

It wasn’t the gaze that had heated me to my core; no it was assessing, calculating, accusatory.

“And you would be more believable if my cum wasn’t dripping down your leg. ”

I couldn’t bear the look he shot my way as he marched through the door and slammed it behind him. The one that said I was full of shit.

Picking his sweater up from the floor, I pulled it over my head and slunk back into bed. The clock said four p.m.

Only eight more hours until the worst day ever was over.