Page 8 of QB Keeper
GRACE
“Wait. What?”I say, doing a double take at Tanner sitting next to me on the couch. “You’ll still do it?”
He raises a brow. “This whole thing was so I could protect you from creeps who wouldn’t take care of you. The fact that you have no sexual experience doesn’t really change that for me, Bunny. If anything, it makes me want to do it more,” he says with a shrug.
There’s a lot to unpack with that statement, starting with the fact that he isn’t going to do this because he wants me, but because he’s always had this incessant need to make sure I don’t get hurt. But if it means finally being able to say I’m not a virgin anymore, and getting to try out some of the kinky things that had me throbbing between my legs while watching that movie, I’m willing to overlook that particular tidbit.
Already setting that bar up nice and high, Grace. Well done. *slow clap*
I wasn’t lying when I told Tanner that my v-card wasn’t a big deal to me. I don’t care about hearts and roses. I just want someone who will care if I like it or not. Someone who won’t treat me like I’m just another hole for them to use. It’s not alot to ask, but I’veheard things. I’m the last in my friend group to have sex, and I think hearing about their experiences made me pull back when I had the opportunity to do it with past boyfriends. That’s why I’m not nervous in the slightest to do this with Tanner. I trust him and I know he’ll make it good for me.
“Okay,” I say, standing up from the couch and pulling my hair into a messy bun with the elastic I always wear around my wrist. “Let’s fuck.”
He chokes out a gasp. “Jesus, Grace!” His eyes are wide, and he looks like I just asked him if he wanted to help me bury a body. “No, we aren’t just going tofuck. If we’re doing this, we’re going slow.”
I stomp my foot on the floor like a child. “We don’t have time to go slow, Tan. We have a week before our parents come home. Let’s just,” I wave my hand vaguely above my head, “get the ball rolling.”
He stands, towering over me and forcing me to crane my neck up to see his face. He drags the back of his pointer finger from my collarbone down, ghosting it between my breasts, past my belly button, and hooks it under the waistband of my shorts. “You’re not in charge here, Grace. I am. And we’ll go as fast or as slow as I say we will. Understood?”
“Mhmm,” I squeak out. My chest feels like all the air is being forced from it, just from the way his eyes are burning through my skin.
“Excuse me?” he says, looking down at me with dark eyes and the cockiest smirk I’ve ever seen. “What did you say? Couldn’t hear you.” He turns his head, putting one finger behind his ear as if trying to listen better.
I inhale sharply. “Yes…sir.”
“That’s my good girl, Bunny,” he replies, pressing a ghost of a kiss to my lips. Before I even get a chance to taste him, he backs up out of my reach. I stretch up onto my tippy toes, hoping to suddenly be about a foot taller, but he’s back to hisfull height and his lips are too far away. I don’t mean to, but I let out a small whine as I lower back onto the flats of my feet.
Tanner chuckles. “Don’t worry. I promise you’ll get all the kisses you can handle tonight.” He looks toward the front door. “But not here. Let’s go to your room in case someone comes home early. I can’t talk my way out of what I’m about to do to you.”
My core clenches at his words and it all feels so foreign. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been turned on before. I’ve felt the aching need to orgasm, but it’s never been like this. I feel like I need him inside me. Like I’m so empty right now. I want to feel him fill me up, stretching me to my absolute limit. And I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
I nod my head rapidly, swallowing the lump in my throat as I grab his hand and practically run toward the stairs. He follows, laughing quietly at my eagerness to be behind a closed door with him so we can get this thing going. If I wasn’t so desperate right now, I’d be embarrassed as I take the stairs two at a time and yank this man, that outweighs me by almost a hundred pounds, through the doorway to my room. I drop his hand, turning just in time to see him kick the door shut.
We stand there, just staring for a moment. I watch as his blue eyes somehow darken and the corner of his mouth tips up in a wicked smirk. I’m frozen in place, realizing that my nerves have finally entered the chat. I feel my insides trembling and I’m just praying my outsides don’t join in as well. Even though Tanner knows I haven’t had much experience being touched, I don’t want to look like a complete loser. My normal confidence and who-gives-a-fuck attitude are nowhere to be found as he walks toward me, closing the distance between us in just a couple strides of his long, thick legs. By the time he reaches out, settling his hand on my hip, I’m ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.
“Like I said,” he rasps, “we’re going to go slow, but I needto know what you’ve done and what you haven’t, okay? And you have to be honest with me.”
It takes me a few seconds to remember that there are, in fact, other guys that exist on this planet. And that, despite the fact that something as simple as a light touch to my side is making me feel like his are the first hands that have ever been on my body, they aren’t.
“Umm,” I say, trying to gather myself. “My ex-boyfriend put his hand in my pants last year, but I stopped him because it didn’t really feel good. And…and,” I start to lose my train of thought as I breathe him in, but somehow manage to keep it together, “Cash Hadley got me out of my bra a couple months ago at a party. I let him, umm…” I stutter as Tanner’s grip tightens.
“You let himwhat, Grace?” he grits through clenched teeth.
Fuck. I don’t even want to say it. I’d actually prefer for the floor to open up and swallow me right now.
“I let him put his mouth on me. On my boobs,” I whisper, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Cash fucking Hadley?” he asks, clearly angry. “My fucking backup quarterback? Why was he even at a high school party in the first place? He graduated two years ago.”
I furrow my brows in confusion. “I don’t know. He went to Hope Harbor Community College and still lives here, I guess. We were dancing and he kissed me. One thing led to another and?—”
I’m cut off when Tanner crashes his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. My eyes go wide at first, because it’s the last thing I was expecting, but it only takes a few seconds before I’m giving it right back. I’ve never been kissed this thoroughly before. It’s never felt so…charged.
His hands find their way into my hair, gripping firmly to hold my head in place as he forces my mouth open with his tongue, plunging it inside. I let him dominate me, takingwhatever he wants as I get used to the way he feels. I don’t even realize I’m white-knuckling the soft fabric of his t-shirt until my fists begin to cramp, but I don’t let go. I can’t. I want to keep him right here, kissing me, forever.
I feel the growl coming from his throat as he moves his hands down, tilting my neck to the side before he begins trailing his lips and tongue downward. He takes time to suck gently at my skin, eliciting a moan that’s a lot louder than I intend, but I can’t fucking control it. I’m at Tanner’s mercy right now. My body is his to command and he hasn’t really even touched it yet.
I’m reveling in the feel of his mouth on me when my bathing suit top goes slack around my back. His hand, that just untied the string wrapped around me, slides to the front of my body, where my breasts are now completely bare between us. He pulls my top over my head, tossing it aside before taking a small step back to look at me as I stand topless in front of him.
