8. Grace

EIGHT

GRACE

I sink to my knees, settling in front of Tanner, looking up at him while I wait for further instruction. I've never done this before, but I've watched enough porn to know the basics. I'm not going to let him know that though. I want to see how he teaches me. I want to know exactly what he likes so I can make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I can't help but notice how strong and tall he looks, towering over me. Even though I just came, I can feel the coil of warmth start to bloom back to life inside me.

"Lick it through the fabric," he orders. I immediately obey, placing my hands on his thick, muscular thighs, and dart my tongue out to swipe over the small spot of wetness in the front of his boxer briefs. As impossible as I thought it was, his taste explodes on my tongue, and all I can think about is how badly I want more.

I press further into him, opening my mouth and putting my lips over the head of his cock. He hisses through his teeth and his hand grabs hold of my hair. He doesn't pull, he just holds me there as I move my mouth around, gauging his reactions.

"Fuck, baby," he says. "I'm not even in your mouth yet and I'm already on the verge of coming." I preen under his praise and decide to make the next move as I grab his waistband and pull down enough for his cock to spring free. I could tell it was big by the way it felt rubbing against me a few minutes ago, but I certainly wasn't prepared for the real thing. Not only is it long, but it's so thick. Wide veins wrap around the length of it, and I swear I can see it pulsing with need. My mouth waters even more now that I know I get to taste it.

"Touch it, Grace," he commands. I'm too excited to hesitate, so I reach up, wrapping my hand around as much of it as I can. He's so big, I can't even connect my fingers while I hold him.

He sucks in a breath. "Fuck. Stroke me. Firm grip, up and down slowly."

I do as he says, tightening my hand until I see the muscles in his abs flex. And when I start stroking him up and down, his hips immediately begin to thrust into my grip. As much as I want to look at his dick, I'm completely entranced by the expression on his face as I jerk him off. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is hanging open as he sucks in deep breaths, exhaling forcefully every time I tighten my fist.

He opens his eyes and looks down at me. The intimate way we're staring into each other is almost too much for me, but I can't seem to tear myself away from it. I want him inside of me in every way.

"Put your mouth on me," he says, and I don't have to be told twice. I brace my hands back on his thighs and slowly lower down on him. He stays still, letting me explore him with my tongue. I run it along the thick veins, pulling back to the tip and giving a gentle suck. I know he likes the move by the way his breathing stops and his hand flexes in my hair.

I want to make him do that again.

I continue bobbing my head up and down, changing my pace and the amount of suction I have on him. I'm obviously doing a good job, because he's stopped giving me instructions and is just letting me do my own thing. When I abandon one thigh to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, he lets out a whimper that makes my thighs clench together.

I made him fucking whimper. And it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life.

"Holy shit, baby," he says, barely able to catch his breath. "You're a natural. Keep doing that. You're going to make me come."

I can't think of anything I've ever wanted more than that, so I pick up my pace, continuing to gently flex my fingers around his balls as I suck him. I take him further back into my throat, and when the head of his cock brushes against my gag reflex, I constrict around him. At first, I'm embarrassed because that's got to be a turnoff for him. Isn't gagging while blowing a guy a rookie move?

"Oh, fuck," he chokes out. "Feels so good when you gag on me." Surprised, I repeat the motion, making him moan. And when his abs tighten, I know he's there. Warmth floods my tongue as he comes with a loud grunt. Whatever I was expecting, I was wrong. I thought I would hate it, but the taste of his pleasure, and the fact that I caused it makes my clit begin to throb between my thighs.

I pull my mouth from him, swallowing his load before I wipe the rest that's dripping from my lips. I can't help but suck it from my finger, making sure to look up at him as I do it.

"Fuck, Bunny. You're amazing," he says on a heavy breath. He reaches down and takes my hand, pulling me up to stand in front of him. Definitely not expecting what happens next, I'm almost knocked off my feet when he grabs my cheeks and kisses me hard. Apparently, he doesn't care that he just came in my mouth, because he parts my lips with his tongue and pushes it inside. I moan into his mouth, barely keeping myself together, but just as I'm about to beg him for more of whatever he's willing to offer, he pulls away.

"You did such a good job," he praises. "I can definitely see myself getting addicted to that pretty little mouth of yours."

"Really?" I say in disbelief. "I'm not bad at it?"

He huffs an incredulous laugh. "You just sucked my soul out of my body through my dick, Grace. No, you're not bad at it." He gives my ass a little pat and moves toward my dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top. "Let's get dressed and get some breakfast. I'm sure all that sucking dick has you famished." I roll my eyes, allowing him to pull the tank over my head. I go to reach for my top drawer so I can take out a clean pair of panties, but he grabs my wrist, halting me. "Nope," he says. "I might need more of you later and I want easy access to that sweet cunt." My eyes go wide at his dirty mouth, but he just chuckles, bending down in front of me so I can step into the shorts. He pulls them up my legs, returning to his full height and placing a gentle kiss on my lips before he wordlessly walks out the door.

Well, fuck.