One More Time(9)

Our bed, he’d mouthed back, as it dawned on him what I was saying. He pulled me close and kissed me again, deeply, a promise of what was soon to follow, in front of everyone. Agents, producers, press, they all watched as he took my hand in his and together we ran, me in heels, gasping with laughter as he pulled me along and out of the party.

We didn’t head down to a hotel room, though. He took me back to his apartment. He said that he wanted me to be comfortable in his bed, our bed, he’d repeated my words, for my first time. His sweetness gave me the courage I needed to stand before him and offer myself.

The weight of his gaze as it swept up and down my body felt more valuable than the luxurious red silk puddled at my feet. I stepped out of it, still in my heels, toward him. In that moment, I was fearless. He held out his hand for me again, and together we walked toward his bedroom, him removing and then tossing his tie onto the sectional as we passed.

Once inside the cool confines of his room, Tanner pressed me up against his bedroom door. His breath was on my neck, then my lips, then at my ear, tracing a path I longed for him to follow with his mouth. Goosebumps sprang up all over my skin in response.

“Yes?” he asked.

“God, yes,” I said without a second thought. My legs quivered in anticipation of his next move. I wanted him to rip my lingerie off and place his cool hands on my now searing skin.

But he didn’t. He moved slowly. He brought his lips to my cheek and kissed me so softly that all I could feel was more breath. I shivered as a jolt pulsed through my body, right down to my core. His mouth moved from my cheek down to my chin.

Another jolt.

Then he dragged his mouth ever so gently from my chin down my neck, mapping every inch as though it was precious real estate. I could feel myself growing wet, and I marveled that only a few such feather-light touches could have such an effect on me.

Moving along, he landed kisses on my collarbone, his tongue dancing along my clavicle, then tracing a path to my breasts. I hissed and threw my head back, not wanting anything to obstruct his path.

“Perfect girl,” he murmured. “So greedy for this. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

My breath came rapidly, and my head was already spinning as I whispered back, “There will never be anyone else.”

I had been worried that I wouldn’t know what to do – too inexperienced to meet his deft moves with my own – but in that moment instinct took over, I drew his mouth to my own, tugging at his bottom lip and teasing him until he grabbed my thighs and hoisted them to his own, lifting me into the air. I folded my legs around him, wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and we made promises with our kisses as he walked us to the bed.

He laid me down gently among the pillows, and I watched hungrily as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt to expose that superhero-perfect chest half of America was dreaming about earlier in the night. Wanting to match him move for move, to offer not only my innocence, but my willingness, I pushed myself up and removed my bra.

My breasts, more than a few runway casting directors had told me, were too full for my body, and I’d always been vaguely annoyed by that. Now, seeing the look of wonder on Tanner’s face as they spilled out for him, I suddenly saw them in a different light. Maybe they weren’t made for a runway. Maybe they’d been made for him all along.

He bent over me and drew one finger down the slope of my breast, watching my face carefully as he stilled at the very tip of my peaked nipple. I could feel my eyes and mouth growing wide, could feel that they were no longer controlled by me, but by the pleasure he gave me. Tanner must have seen it too, because he gave a wicked smile and pinched my nipple.

The noise that came out of my mouth was somewhere in between a gasp and a scream, and it only made him smile all the wider at me.

“So responsive,” he said. “Can you feel your pussy answering me, too?”

I gasped again, at the word he’d used. In my world, pussy was a commodity, something the rich men at the fancy parties thought you owed them when they granted you the favor of allowing you on their arms.

I didn’t know it could sound so… sensual.

I tried it out. “My pussy… my pussy is so wet right now, Tanner. I want you.”

It had to have been the clumsiest attempt at dirty talk he’d ever heard, but it made him groan as his hand strayed toward the bulge in his pants.

In that moment, I felt so powerful that I could cause this kind of reaction in The Jet.

In no time at all, he’d undone his pants and flattened his hands under his boxer-briefs to slide everything down his legs at the same time. Even as he bent over to remove them, I was straining to see that part of him he’d freed, to find things to say about it that would please him the way my last try had.

“Let me see your cock,” I commanded, my voice still containing the tiniest quiver that betrayed me. But Tanner stood up straight, taking me seriously, letting me take all the time I wanted to gaze at the way his hardness jutted proudly from his flat abs.

I wasn’t completely unfamiliar with his body, but the fumbling hand jobs I’d given him during hot makeout sessions were a far cry from being allowed to peruse his body like the work of art it truly was. He’d sculpted every inch of it himself with hours at the gym. And the pinnacle of everything, there, standing stiff and tall, perfectly pink and ridged was answering me the same way my pussy did for him.

“Do you want to touch?” he asked.