Tanner’s hand circles my waist as his other plucks the strawberry daiquiri out of my hand. He lifts the glass to his lips and annihilates every last drop before silently handing the glass off to Ilaria, leaving both our hands free.
The girls smirk at me, and not a second later, Tanner drags me back into the crowd.
My whole body melts.
The music is pumped up, and as his hips begin to grind against my ass, I bite down on my bottom lip. Tanner Morgan wants to dance.
He spins me in his arms until his strong chest presses against mine. His hands roam to my ass, and his knee pushes between my thighs. A low moan escapes my lips as our bodies begin to move together, dancing as one and making me wish we were alone.
My hand slips up the front of his shirt, devouring his chest as though it’s mine to take. Though, I guess it kind of is. Tanner doesn’t say a word, just watches my body move against his while I watch the hunger intensify in his dark eyes.
His hands roam over my body as I grind down against his strong thigh, and I can no longer resist him. My hand curls around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me, and the second I can, I close the gap between us and kiss him with everything I’ve got.
I don’t hold back and neither does he. Our tongues fight for dominance as I claim everything he is. Tanner Morgan is mine without a doubt, though that doesn’t change the fact that we each have some things to work through. Plus, the whole being accused of aiding and abetting his sister’s attacker is kind of a sore point at the moment.
His knee moves back and forward, and as his hands touch me in all the right places, a familiar ache begins to build deep in my core. I pull away from Tanner’s kiss and meet his stare, but as he moves his knee again, I suck in a deep breath.
His eyes are hooded, and it doesn’t take a genius to realize this was his plan all along. “What’s the matter?” he rumbles, his voice vibrating through his chest, so deep and low it starves me for more.
“I swear to God,” I gasp as his hand squeezes my ass and forces my hips to rock against his thigh. “If you make me come in front of all these people …”
Tanner smirks, his eyes like molten lava. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
I glance around, realizing no one is paying any attention to us, but can I really do this? Hell fucking yes, I can. I need this more than I need my next breath.
Rather than responding, I simply pull him back in, our faces barely a breath away. I let him do his thing, keeping my eyes locked on his as he watches me back, watches the way pleasure rocks through my body. His hands move across my skin, knowing exactly where and how to touch me, and the more his thigh moves against my pussy, the more desperate I become.
My nails dig into his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my palm as my other arm snakes around his neck, needing him so much closer. “Tanner,” I pant, right on the edge as his forehead presses against mine, closing us into our own little bubble, the rest of the party quickly fading away.
“Give it to me, Killer,” he murmurs. “Give me what I want.”
He pushes me harder, bringing me right to the edge and just as the music changes again, I come hard. I suck in a gasp as my orgasm tears through me, and before I can take another breath, Tanner’s lips are on mine. He kisses me deeply as my high rocks through my body, the walls of my pussy convulsing.
“Holy shit,” I say, pulling back and trying to catch my breath. I meet his amused stare, finding him smirking with pride. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Me?” he questions, his smirk only growing wider as his eyes sparkle with mischief. “I didn’t do a damn thing, Killer. That was all you.”
My cheeks flame and I smile up at him. “You’re an asshole.”
“I think the words you’re looking for are thank you.”
“Now, why would I go and thank you if it was all me?” I tease. “If anything, you should be thanking me for the show.”
“In that case,” he murmurs, pulling me back in and brushing his lips over mine, “I’ll be sure to give you the thanks you deserve when I get you home.”
“Oh, no, no,” I laugh, swatting at his sculpted chest. “That won’t be necessary, big guy. I got what I needed now. I suppose you’ll have to deal with those blue balls for one more night … or you could simply get yourself off again. Though, you know how I appreciate a good cum shot video. If you’re going to play, make sure you capture every moment of it.”