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“No.”
He leaned down, and I immediately knew his intentions. He was going to kiss me, and he was moving slowly enough that if I didn’t want it, I could move out of the way. I didn’t want to move. As his lips drew closer, he closed his eyes, and I did too. His breath fanned across my lips, and there was a slight pause in his movement. Another check to make sure I was all in. When his lips didn’t touch mine, I tipped my chin in his direction, forcing a quick peck between us. So quick that if he wasn’t waiting for it, I doubted he would have noticed it.
Tanner didn’t take any more encouragement. His lips pressed against mine, and I hated that I heard myself moan. I couldn’t help it. With his bulky body covering me, I felt like I was surrounded by Tanner. His hand gripped my wrists tighter as his hips moved at their own fruition. He was creating a delicious friction between us, and all I wanted to do was thread my hands through his hair, and deepen the kiss, but in this position, he was very much in control. Something I think he liked.
Tanner was only in sweatpants, so when his body moved against mine, I could feel every single inch of him, and damn, there were a lot of inches. Not that I knew what a lot was. He just felt huge.
I turned my head, ending the kiss so I could catch my breath, but that was useless. Tanner stole it again the second his lips skated across my neck. Up and down, his tongue licked across my heartbeat, and I could barely breathe.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this for?” I couldn’t answer. There was too much swirling through my head. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Not after what happened with Connor but try stopping my body. It was working overtime to make sure I couldn’t think straight because I’d been thinking about this with Tanner for the last month.
Then I did something I never thought I’d want to. I wrapped my legs around Tanner’s hips, encouraging him to move his body across my core.
Did this constitute as dry humping?
He was rocking against my center, and shots of pleasure were blasting through me. I was hot, and my hips met his every thrust. I’d never experienced a build up quite like it because I could feel him. I could feelallof him sliding against me because there were only a few pieces of fabric covering us.
He picked up the pace, grunting a little as I mewled in pleasure. I crushed my eyes shut because it made me feel a lot less embarrassed about the whole thing.
It didn’t stop me from wanting more, though.
Ugh, did I really want to lose my virginity on a football field?
Yes. In our lusty haze, I did.
“Tanner,” I whispered.
“Yeah? Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Please, no.” I was whimpering now, my toes curling in my shoes because I was so close to climaxing it was ridiculous. He rocked his body faster, and I was getting dizzy. Feral need was taking over every ounce of my body, and as sad as it sounded, it still wasn’t enough.
I needed more of him.
Iwantedmore of him.
Rubbing my center against the part of his sweatpants that I was sure was his dick, I tried to feel my way around. He was hard, and big, that much was for sure, and although I had an urge to touch him, I couldn’t because his hands were still clamped on mine.
“You feel good, Teach.” Tanner husked out, and I just rode the high.
Stroke after stroke. Grunt after grunt. My breathing was heavy, and I was so close, I could almost taste the orgasm. How was he able to do this with just the move of his hips?
“What’s that?”
His hips immediately stopped moving. His mouth moved away from my neck.
I felt the cool speckles of water on my palms first, and then a small amount sprinkled down my arm. My stomach bottomed out.
“It’s not eleven, is it?”
He checked his wrist. “It’s ten fifty-eight.”
“Then we’ve got two minutes before the sprinklers go on full blast.”
Tanner nodded and without another word, he pumped his body off the floor, picking me up in the process, and throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
Sprinkles of water skated across my thighs. “Tanner! My Skirt!” I cried, trying desperately to hold on to the edges, but my hands couldn’t reach.
His hands gripped onto my thighs tighter as he ran off the field.
