Page 21 of QB Keeper
“Don’t do it, Grace,” he warns, thrusting two fingers inside and curling them to hit the spot deep inside me that makes my eyes roll back. He reaches up with his free hand, pulling the gag down so it’s no longer in my mouth. “Don’t you fucking come without my permission.”
“Tan,” I gasp, “I can’t…Ihave to.”
He picks up his speed, finger fucking me roughly as mytoes curl and my legs pull against the ropes. “Are you going to be bad again?”
“No!” I cry out. “No, sir!”
Those must be the magic words, because the next thing out of his mouth is like music to my horny ears. “Okay, baby. Come for me,” he says with a hot-as-fuck, deviant smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. He continues fucking me as I let go, exploding around his fingers the second he tells me I can. My back bows off the bed and my body convulses with an orgasm so intense, I black out. And when I come to, he’s already got my ankles freed from the rope and is kissing along the red marks from me pulling at them.
He moves up to where I’m lying, untying the panties from my wrists and checking them for any redness. There isn’t, but he kisses them for good measure before pushing the sweat soaked hair from my face and dropping his lips to my warm cheeks.
“You did such a good job,” he says as I close my eyes and savor the feeling of his kisses moving across my face. “I’m so proud of you. I thought for sure you would give up, but you took it like a boss.”
I hum contentedly. “You underestimate me,sir,” I say, peeking one eye open and giving him a subtle tip of my lips.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says, giving me a quick peck on the lips before standing up from the bed. I’m still pretty dazed as he walks down the hall, and I hear the bathroom faucet running for a minute before he returns to the room. My eyes are closed again, so my legs jerk together in surprise when I feel him press a warm washcloth between them.
“Sorry,” I say, slowly letting them fall back open. “What are you doing? You didn’t even come inside me.” He’s washed me a couple of times after we had sex, to clean the cum from between my legs, but all he did was eat me out and finger me this time, so I’m a bit confused.
“You, uhhh…made a little bit of a mess,” he replies.
I jackknife upward, fearing the worst as I lift my butt cheek and look underneath me. There’s a wet spot bigger than my entire ass soaking into the sheets, and I immediately freak out. “What is that?” I scream like an absolute maniac. “Did I—” I pause, covering my mouth with my hand. My eyes probably look like dinner plates, which tracks since I’ve never been so scared in my whole eighteen years on this earth. “Did I pee on you?”
I jump off the bed, running around the room like my hair is on fire, imagining actually urinating in this man’s mouth. I willneverrecover from this. I’m never having sex again. As a matter of fact, does anyone have the number to the nunnery? I’m giving my life over to God. There’s no place for me in the world of intimate relations.
I panic for another minute, stopping only when I realize that Tanner is lying on the bed, holding his stomach in a full fit of laughter. I freeze, squinting my eyes in annoyance. “Is this funny to you?” I say. “Are there nolimitsto the ways you’ll laugh at my expense?”
He sits up, wiping the tears from his eyes—yes, he’s actually crying—before he finally takes a relaxed inhale. “Calm down, Bunny. You didn’t pee. You squirted.”
My eyes return to their large, shocked state. “I didwhat?And why are you saying it like that would be less embarrassing?”
He shrugs. “Because it is.”
I pop out my hip, crossing my arms over my chest and scowling deeper. “Oh, really? Please do tell how I shouldn’t be considering a move to another planet right now.”
He stands, slowly closing the space between us and gripping my waist. I try to turn away like a bratty child, but he holds me in place. I avert my eyes, refusing to look straight at him. “Well, first of all,” he begins, “I edged you for over an hour. You came so hard, you actually passed out.Squirting is completely normal when you’re overstimulated like that.”
I sneak a peek in his direction and our eyes meet. Even though I should be mortified, which I still kind of am, the look on his face calms me a little.
“Also,” he continues, pausing to bring his lips just inches from mine, “it was fucking hot. You are so goddamn sexy, Grace. Even when you don’t mean to be. Fuck, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
I loosen my arms and lean forward, pressing onto my toes to kiss him. Just like that, all the embarrassment I was feeling melts away. His hands slide up my body and tangle loosely in my hair, eliciting a contented sigh from my mouth into his as we lazily make out. There’s no rush, no urgency to move further. It’s just us, savoring one another in this moment.
This should alarm me. I know our time together will end when the warm, summer weather fades into fall. As much as I try to remind myself of that every day, it’s getting harder and harder to imagine what my life will be like when Tanner Lake stops being mine. How will it feel when I see him and know he’s just my brother’s best friend again? Will I be okay when he finds someone to spend his future with, knowing that there was a time when he was everything I ever wanted? Or will it tear me apart to sit in the crowd at his wedding, wishing it could be me up there vowing to love him until my last breath?
These weren’t feelings I anticipated having to work through when we started doing this. I just wanted to cross losing my virginity off my to-do list before I left for college, and maybe learn a few tricks to take to California with me. But now, the thought of moving across the country and away from Tanner if the Blizzard ends up drafting him makes me sad. It makes me second guess everything I thought I wanted.
I know how crazy that sounds. I’m only eighteen and was accepted into one of the most prestigious fashion designprograms in the country. But if I’m completely honest, I never thought I’d get in when I applied. I just didn’t want to spend my life wonderingwhat if, so I filled out the paperwork and sent it off, thinking I’d get a small envelope in the mail containing a rejection letter a month or so later. When my mom handed me a thick mailer with all the acceptance materials from CCA, I was truly stunned. After the initial shock wore off, I started questioning if I could really just pick up my life and move three-thousand miles away from everyone I love.
I love fashion design. Nothing makes me feel as peaceful as sitting at my sewing machine, creating custom pieces that are unlike anything anyone has ever seen. But half the fun is trying them on for friends and family, hearing their thoughts on my hard work. I know I’ll create new relationships wherever I end up, but it won’t be the same. It won’t be them. And it definitely won’t behim.
I’m not going to make any hasty decisions right now, but this isn’t the first time doubt has crept in about the future. Maybe I’ll go to California for a year, hate it, and come home. Or maybe I’ll love it and never want to return to New England, although I really don’t see that happening since I love it here. I know I’ll have to think about it all when my head is a little clearer, but for now, I want to enjoy every single moment I have left with Tanner.
Because, before I know it, he’ll be gone and all I’ll have left is a heart that needs to be put back together again after I stupidly fell in love with a boy I could never have.
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