“Just thinking about you makes my cock harder than any other time before. All I’ve thought about for years, Sasha, is being buried inside of you.”
She let her head fall back against the house and closed her eyes as he ran his tongue and teeth along the side of her throat.
“You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying, Tanner.” She meant to sound more sure, more determined to stop this, but her words were all breathy, and the complete opposite of what she had been going for.
He ignored her statement and continued to lick and nip at her skin until Sasha couldn’t think clearly. This needed to stop because if she let it go any further she would give herself to him pressed against the side of his house.
Finally, he responded to her. “Yeah, I am pretty drunk.”
Her heart plummeted at his words.
“But I’m not that drunk that I don’t know I have my best friend’s little sister against my house with her hand on my cock.”
He emphasized his words by grinding himself against her hand. “You could’ve told me to get the fuck back—could still tell me that—but you know what, Sasha?” His mouth was back on hers, and his tongue was moving against hers.
He let go of her hand, but to her utter surprise, she kept it right where he left it—on his shaft—and a part of her knew that he had known that would have been the outcome. He slipped his hand up her bare thigh, under her dress, and covered her pussy. A gasp left her as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her skin.
“I bet your pussy is wet for me, isn’t it?” He didn’t wait for her to answer before he was speaking again. “Yeah, I bet you’re fucking soaked, Sasha.”
Her name came out as a groan, and the image of him above her, thrusting in and out of her body, slammed into her head.
She was wet for him, but how could she actually form the words and tell him that? This whole situation was exciting, arousing, but frightening as well.
“I—”
He rubbed her through her panties, and there was no doubt he felt exactly how saturated she was. His fingers moved back and forth over her silk-covered cleft, and a harsh moan left her at how good it felt.
“You don’t have to say anything, baby.” He claimed her mouth again until her knees were weak and he was the one holding her up with his hand on her hip. “The only thing you have to tell me is that you want my fingers touching your bare pussy.” A gasp left her when he applied a minimal amount of pressure right over her little bud.
“God, yes.” She couldn’t take the words back, not now that they tumbled from her mouth involuntarily.
“No, baby,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear yousayit.” He continued to rub her clit, adding a little more pressure, and she grew soaked.
“I don’t want you to stop, Tanner.”
He grunted and pressed against her harder.
“I want this. I wantyou.” She curled her fingers into his broad shoulders and held on. “God,” she breathed out, “I want tofeelall of you.”
“Do you realize how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that, Sasha?” His words were low, deep, and held a hint of longing that matched her own. “So. Fucking. Long.” He gripped the edge of her panties and pushed them aside.
When his fingers touched the bare folds of her pussy, a moan slipped from her.
“Fuck, you are so fucking juicy, baby.” First, he slipped one finger inside of her, just to the first knuckle, and moved the digit around.
Then he added a second one, and her mouth parted in wonder at the stretching, pleasurable feel of him inside of her. With two thick digits wedged in her pussy, she couldn’t think clearly.
There had been so many times she imagined this happening, although they didn’t involve the sound of vulgar rap music in the background or drunk people just on the other side of the house. It was either vivid images of Tanner or Jonas touching her, and a few times, she had thought about both of them caressing her at the same time.
He worked his fingers in and out of her, pushing in a bit deeper each time, and causing more wetness to seep from her body and cover his hand. She was so damn ready for him she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“You’re so tight and hot. So primed for me, baby.”
Could he tell she was a virgin? He didn’t mention anything about it, so Sasha kept her mouth shut, not wanting to say something that might ruin this moment. She was finally letting go, allowing herself the freedom to experience what she wanted and not worry about the backlash.
And yes, there would be repercussions because she couldn’t imagine what Rian would say or do if he ever found out.
“It feels so good, Tanner.” He claimed her mouth and swallowed the moan that spilled from her. He moved his thumb up her cleft and to her clit. Moving the nub back and forth, he rubbed her until she stiffened.