“Please, Tanner. Please tell me you want this, too.” He sounded pained as he murmured against her mouth, but also frantic with his need. He was grinding his erection into her belly, and a gasp left her as she let her head fall back against the wall.
Tanner didn’t answer, just placed her hands on his pecs and gently pushed him away. He took a stumbled step back, his head downcast and his eyes trained right on her. He was breathing so hard, like he had just run a marathon. They weren’t teenagers anymore, and this wasn’t a drunken night for her to lose her virginity.
She loved him, had always loved him, but having sex with him again after reuniting surely wasn’t the smartest move. How could she compete with what he had experienced in life? Jacks was this megastar, had had countless women—starlets, movie stars, and supermodels under him, screaming out his name as he fucked them, and having perfect bodies.
It was easy to say that didn’t matter to him, but how could she not think of this stuff when it was right in front of her?
Aside from the physical part they hadn’t really talked, and jumping into sex seemed like glossing things over. God, why was she worrying about this stuff when Jacks Lorde was right in front of her, clearly wanting her and what they had shared years ago?
For several seconds they stood there, just staring at each other. He looked the same, yet he didn’t. Tanner licked her lips and knew she didn’t want to postpone this, but at the same time she wanted to go slow. But even though she knew this might be another bad idea, it was something she wasn’t going to stop, no, couldn’t, not when she couldn’t breathe and her body felt like it was on fire.
“I want you, Tanner,” he gritted out. “I want this.”
They stood there several more seconds, neither speaking, but the sexual chemistry and electricity bounced between them. “I want you, too,” she breathed out almost so softly she wasn’t even sure he had heard her. In one fluid motion she pulled her shirt up and over her head. Jacks moved his gaze up and down her body, but she didn’t feel embarrassed that she was bigger than she had been five years before.
Yes, she was curvier, but she wasn’t a child anymore. She knew she was thicker, but she told herself this was a woman’s body—her body—and she needed to embrace everything that Jacks was offering to give her. Who knew if this opportunity to be with him again would ever happen after this night?
“God, Tanner.” He ran a hand over his mouth, and when he removed it he exhaled almost roughly. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” And then he was right in front of her again, kissing her, licking her lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth as he ground his erection into her bare belly now.
They deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She so didn’t want to be doing this in the hallway of this hotel room. She wanted a bed, wanted Jacks to be above her so she could feel the weight of his muscles pressing down on her.
She broke away from him, but he must have known what she wanted because he took her hand in his and led her further down the hallway. But right before they made it to one of the two doors in the suite he stopped and had her pressed back against the wall, his mouth right back on hers.
“I can’t keep my hands off of you, not even long enough to take you to the room,” he breathed out against her lips.
They slid their tongues together, pressed and moved them to an erotic beat, and as clichéd as it sounded, she swore she could hear the music he had played for her all those years ago moving in her head. He was making her feel so good, and knowing that neither of them were drunk—not like they had been back then—was an explosive reunion and made the sensations so much more intense.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down her throat, murmuring along the way. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for years, baby.” He started sucking at the base of her throat, and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to jerk off thinking about you, remembering your smell because I had gotten myself so worked up my fucking balls ached.”
She breathed out his name, because that was as far as her voice would travel.
“Tell me, Tanner. Tell me what you want.” He pressed his erection into her belly, and she moaned low in her throat. God, she wanted this so bad.
“I want you inside of me.” She swore she felt his cock jerk behind his pants. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it into the bedroom, because in the next few seconds Jacks was tearing his shirt off, and going for the button and fly of his jeans. Once he had his pants off, she took in the sight of him in only his boxer briefs.
Yeah, he had so been working out, and exercise had done him good. Real good. His black hair was more disheveled from her running her fingers through it, and his blue eyes were still half-lidded. But it was his body that had her transfixed at the moment.
All Tanner could do was stare at the hard outlines of his muscles, at the way his shoulders were so broad, at how his pecs were so defined, and how his abdomen was rippled from his six-pack and framed by that V of muscle. And then there were his hard, bulging biceps, ones that were covered in colorful ink. So much color and so many designs on his arms, chest, and even at the base of his neck.
“You have been working out.” She breathed out again.
“Working out seemed like a better alternative than getting mixed up in the drugs that are always around.”
She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. He had said those words low, and although they were clearly serious, he looked the epitome of controlled and healthy now. There was so much she wanted to know about him, the good, the bad … everything.
“Everything was right there for my taking. The drugs, the booze, and the easy pussy.”
She didn’t know why he was saying these things right now, maybe as shock value, or maybe to try to get her to stop this. Or maybe he just wanted her to know everything about him, everything that she had missed all this time? But she wasn’t shocked, and wasn’t going to think about their pasts, not in that regard at least, and not when they were locked in this moment right now. Tanner had been with two other guys since leaving for college, but they hadn’t compared to what she shared with Jacks that night.
He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection that was only held in place by the thin layer of dark material of his underwear. “I gorged myself in everything that was thrust in my face, but amidst all of that, I still thought about you, only you.” He didn’t move to touch her, but it felt like his gaze was his hands and running up and down her body. “I still wished I had you, and that you were the one that was right beside me through this fucked up world.” He was close enough that when he finally reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t have to lean in to kiss her. But that soft, slow kiss started to become frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.
He had his hands on her breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds through the material of her bra, and in the next instant he had that article of clothing pulled from her body. She felt the tug of the elastic and underwire on her flesh as he ripped it from her, and heard the sound of fabric rending.
Her jeans and panties were next to go, as was his underwear, and then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard on her belly, and the tip slickened with his pre-cum.