"Be a good boy," he whispered - and then rocked into my body.
Yeah, I didn't care about trying to take over after that. I just loved the way Tanner turned a little feral like this. It was like something inside him woke up, and he made me feel like I was the reason. Like I had the power to drive him completely crazy the same way he did me.
He started with long, slow thrusts into my body. Each one ground my dick into the soft covers on this bed, adding its own kind of friction. I thrust an arm out, trying to brace against our bodies shifting, and his hand landed on top of it, tangling our fingers together.
And we fucked. Yeah, maybe this was making love, but it was fucking too. It was real, without any stupid varnish on top. There were no pretty words, but a whole lot of grunting and touching. I could feel his smooth chest sliding against my back, and I liked the feel of his thighs flexing between mine.
There was nothing soft about Tanner when he loved me, and yet everything. I loved that crazy mix of too hard and too soft, all blurred into something I couldn't get enough of. When he kissed my shoulder again, I arched into the touch. I couldn't get onto my knees, but he didn't seem to care at all.
He just kept moving, driving me higher and higher until nothing else mattered but us. The way we combined so easily. His calm and my rage. His beauty and my rough edges. His wild passion and my longing for letting go. Together, we were everything I'd ever wanted - and more. Cody made usso muchmore.
But he was the one making me whimper. He was the man I was so fucking in love with I couldn't find the words for it. And when he found that spot I liked so much, then worked it? Oh, I was gonna give him everything he ever wanted. I was gonna spoil him more than he could imagine. I was gonna...
My orgasm hit so hard I forgot to even think. All I could do was groan, and a little too loud. My body locked up as the euphoria took over, and Tanner just kept going, kept working me, and kept kissing the back of my neck until I could barely even breathe.
And then he tensed. His breath came out shaky against my shoulder until the last of it fell out in a rush. Then he relaxed, his body weight pinning me down on the bed as he panted to catch his breath. Then again, I wasn't any better.
"Sorry," he said, untangling our hands so he could lift himself off me.
I waited until he slid from my body and dropped down beside me, then turned to face him. "For?"
"Crushing you," he said, offering me a lazy smile.
I gave him one back. "I kinda like it." And I flopped an arm out in an invitation.
"Mm," he murmured as he shifted closer to rest his head on my chest. "J.D., you are a confusing mix of a man. Good, but never what I expect."
"Because I don't have a reason to give a shit," I told him. "You can like it or not. But this? This is me."
"And I am in love with you," he said, looking up at me.
Damn, he was cute like that. I couldn't help myself; I had to curl my arm around his back and hold him a little closer.
"You're perfect," I told him. "Babe, I love you so much it makes me stupid."
"And her," he said.
"Yeah," I breathed. "And her. But we know she's there. This? It's couple time, and that means I just have to say I loveyou."
"I can deal with that," he said, shifting a bit to see me better. "But I have a question."
"Yes," I told him, making a guess at his question. "Once my legs remember how to work, we're gonna go crawl in bed with her."
Which made Tanner chuckle. "Ok, that too. But I want to know what you really think about Jake. If she decides to fuck him, what does that mean for us?"
"Means she's fuckin' him," I said. "And he'll be good to her. Jake's that kinda man."
"But..." He made a little noise instead of finishing. "Am I being stupid?"
"Jealous?" I guessed.
"Not sure. I think it's more worried."
"She loves you," I reminded him. "And me. And this thing? It's not pie. There ain't no limit on the pieces. Besides, if we're in here, then she's alone, and that ain't real fair to her. And if I'm in there, then you're alone. So, while sleeping's real nice and all, sometimes talking is good too, or fucking, or cuddling."
"I'm talking about Jake," he said.
I nodded slowly, enjoying my after-glow. "Yeah. Me too, babe. I kinda like when you get all sweet with her. And I like that Jake said something. I like that he had the balls to tell her no, to tell us it happened, and to accept that this is a mess. I also like that he didn't say no about her. He said he likes her because he can't stop, and we're not making that feeling slow down none."
