Page 90 of Out of Bounds
The heel of his hand is grinding down through his shorts, even as he shakes his head. His pelvis is subtly rolling and he looks so deep into my eyes, there’s no doubt his mind is only on me.
I don’t understand his logic. He’s given me two incredible orgasms, but if he has a line and that’s sex, I respect it.
“Let me touch you. Please?”
He doesn’t say yes but swallows so deeply, I see it in his throat, and he moves his own hand aside. Tentative at first, making sure he’s okay with it, I reach into his shorts. The guttural sound that leaves him when I contact him is enough to keep my own orgasm high.
The length and width of him are every bit aligned with the size of him. I straddle his legs and wrap my hand around his thick cock, rolling his pre-cum down the part of him that makes his hips thrust under me.
He’s strikingly attractive. I want him badly enough that I could come again, grinding into his thigh as I pump him.
I know he’s close when he grips my butt and moves me against his leg, fingers deliciously rough on my body. “Fuck, Annie, I’m there.”
Right before he reaches his peak, he drives a hand into my hair at my nape and pulls me to him, kissing my mouth like he’s fucking me, as he spurts his hot pleasure over us both. And I come again.
Our mouths become gentler as we fall from a high. Or more truthfully, crash. Because even as his lips softly peck mine, his forehead pressed to mine, our eyes locked, he doesn’t look happy and as satisfied as I feel. He looks… tormented.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, suddenly feeling extremely exposed.
He turns his head to look at me, his forehead creasing tighter. “Annie, don’t ever apologize to me for… that.”
I come up to sit and Tanner beats me to collecting my T-shirt, panties and shorts from the floor. He moves to his knees in front of me and pulls the top over my head. As I poke my arms through the holes, he slides my underwear over my feet and up my legs, gaze down. I stand to finish the act and Tanner holds my shorts for me to step into.
Neither of us speaks. The romantic music suddenly hits differently, making me… sad.
He glides my shorts up my legs, intentionally trailing his fingers over my skin as he goes, eyes finally connecting with mine right as my body shivers. He holds my hips and presses his mouth to the sliver of skin between my shirt and shorts, then presses his head into my stomach.
“I’m sorry, Annie.” I put my hands in his hair, knowing I can’t respond. “I don’t want this to happen the way it is.”
“What does that even mean?”
His hands slide up my back and he holds me to him, still on his knees. “It means I fucked up,” he mumbles. “Ikeepfucking this up.”
Then he stands and we’re face to face, a thousand unspoken words hanging in the air between us. I don’t know what to do or say next.
He pushes my hair back from my face with such tenderness that it’s a stark contrast to the words he says. “I’m going to get something to clean us up.”
I’m left in the lounge alone, watching his back as he walks away.
I’ve done it again. Thrown myself at a man. A man who could have any woman he wants and I’ve been foolish enough to dream that she could be me.
I’m a woman. A mother. In some ways, more confident and surer of myself than ever.
But right now, I feel young and naive. The girl I was the last time I watched Auston leave my bedroom.
I turn off the music and the fire and make my way to my own ensuite, wanting to turn my stupid back on today. How did I judge this so wrong? Again?
I’m in bed for ten minutes or so, willing the silent tears that leak from my eyes to stop. I cried enough tears over Auston to last a lifetime andthis,tonight, is myown making. I forced something Tanner didn’t want.
There’s a soft tap on the door and Tanner appears in the doorway, silhouetted by the low hue of floor lighting in the corridor. “Are you asleep?”
I don’t answer. Even if I knew what to say to him, I’m not in the place to have a conversation right now.
His weight sinks into the bed behind my back.
“Can I sleep in here with you?” he asks, aware I’m not asleep. How could I be when my mind is racing?
I pull aside the bedding. He slips under and moves over to me, his front to my back. When his arm comes across my waist, I interlace my fingers with his and hope that, despite our apologies and clear regret, we can come back from this. Again.
