Inhibitions

by Kimberly Bracco

  I can’t find words to answer him since he’s now dragging the vibrator up and down my entire slit. All I can think about is the need to come. I want Tanner to fuck me now.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  “Please what, baby? Want me to fuck you with your fake cock or the real one that has been aching for you for days?”

  “You. Definitely you.”

  “That’s what I thought. This thing can’t compare to me, can it, baby?” he prods.

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  He shows me, twice, exactly why that vibrator can never compare to the sexual force that is Tanner Garrison.

  Chapter 18

  TANNER

  Things have been continuing to fall into place. We kicked ass in our game today and won against Miami. It was a close one, tied twenty-one to twenty-one in the fourth quarter, anyone's game. I had just dropped back to pass but none of my receivers were open. As if the football gods were on my side, a hole opened up that gave me a direct line to rush the ball in myself for a touchdown. There were still four and a half minutes left on the clock, so we decided to go for the two point conversion, forcing Miami to have to score twice to beat us. Darren was able to get the ball over the plane into the end zone for the two points. Our defense held Miami to a three and out, and the rest is history. I love games that come down to the wire like this one. It makes the win that much sweeter. Afterward, I couldn’t wait to get back home tonight. There’s only one person I want to share my victory with, and I can’t stop thinking about her.

  I hadn’t been able to spend much time with Ashley this week. She’s been a total trooper though, never complaining, always happy with whatever time I can give her. I can’t explain how happy that makes me feel. Christ, if Alex could see inside my head right now, he’d definitely call a meeting to revoke my man card. Even I have to admit I sound like a sappy, pussy-addicted bitch. The funny part is that I haven’t even gotten that much pussy, but what I have gotten has been spectacular.

  Ashley’s finally opening up bit by bit, but I want to open her up more, and soon. Soon, like after this post-game circus soon. I want to really break Ashley out of her shell for good. I can tell that there’s a real gem hiding behind that insecure exterior. I guess I can’t blame her for her insecurities—she did find that douche-nozzle ex of hers fucking someone else. I’d imagine that's enough to make any woman swear off sex. But she hasn't thrown the towel in yet, and she’s been willing to try again with me. I can’t wait to show her just how much fun we can have, and I plan on showing her tonight. We’re almost done here at the stadium, and I’m going to take a detour to Ashley's instead of going home.

  Once I get into my car and Reg has sped off, I decide to text Ashley.

  Me: Hey Beautiful, what are you up to?

  Ashley: Watching the highlights from some hot quarterback’s amazing win against Miami today.

  I love that she’s keeping up with the team. It gives me hope that I’m not the only who’s almost obsessed here.

  Me: Oh yeah? Are you liking what you see in those highlights?

  Ashley: Do you mean those tight-as-hell white pants that make your ass look delicious?

  I can’t help but laugh at that comment.

  Me: Delicious? I think it’s your ass that’s delicious. But I’m more than willing to put it to the test to find out whose ass is more delicious. I’m putting my money on yours though.

  Ashley: Mmmm, I think that it’s a win-win either way. Don’t you?

  Me: Well, considering that one of us has done more tasting than the other, I think it’s you who’s winning.

  Ashley: Oh no. We can’t have you sporting that sad face after such a big win. What can we do to make it better?

  Ah, the perfect segue for me to break out the big guns.

  Me: Well, since you're not here to make it better yourself, you'll have to give me something else to work with. Tell me what you're wearing.

  It takes a few minutes for her to respond, and I almost think that she isn’t going to answer me. Then I hear the ding of a text message alert.

  Ashley: The temperature here seems to have risen considerably in the last 20 minutes, so I'm just hanging out in a tiny tank top and boy shorts.

  At that moment, I want to personally thank that guy who designed those boy short things because he is my hero. They were clearly created to show the perfect amount of ass with just a hint of the Promised Land hiding underneath.

  Me: I hope that means that sweet ass of yours is watching those highlights at home instead of at a bar.

  Ashley: And if I am in a bar?

  Me: Then your fine ass is going to be reddened before I taste it. But I have a feeling that you just might like that. Would you like that, Ashley? Would you like me to spank that beautiful ass of yours until your pussy is dripping?

  She doesn’t respond right away, but I’m sure that she’s feeling shy rather than turned off, so I decide to give her another nudge to see how far I can get her to go.

  Me: Dripping wet, Ashley. I would have you so turned on that your panties would be soaked. And since they’re so wet, we really have no need for them, so I'd pull them down your fine-ass legs, making sure that my fingertips hit every sensitive spot on the way down. All while kissing your neck and telling you how turned on I am by the fact that you’re so wet for me.

  Me: You're aching, aren’t you, baby? You want my hands all over that fantastic body of yours don’t you?

  Ashley: God, yes, Tanner! I want you so bad. Please don’t stop.

  Holy shit. She must be touching herself. I know she is.

  Me: Ashley, are you touching that pretty pussy of yours? You are, aren’t you?

  Ashley: Yes, Tanner. God, I can’t help it. I wish it were you touching me.

  Me: I will be, baby. Soon enough. Tell me how you feel. Tell me how soft your pussy is. Is it hot? Are you making yourself quiver with pleasure? Because if I were there, you would definitely be quivering. Your pussy would be on pleasure overload.

  Me: After touching every part of that pussy with my fingers, I would then use my tongue, once it was done enjoying the taste of your perfectly erect nipples. Do you like that, Ashley?

  Ashley: I’m so wet, Tanner. I hate that I have to stop touching myself to answer you back. I love everything that you want to do. I wish I was quivering with all the pleasure that I could be. It would be so much better if you were here with me.

  I’m about ten minutes from her house. I need to time these texts out perfectly if I want to wind up at her door before she comes. She’s not coming without me. I need to be the one that her pussy contracts around during the height of pure pleasure. I want my body to bring her there, not her fingers or my words in her head. I need to keep her typing so that her hands aren’t on her pussy.

  "Reg, I’ll give you an extra fifty if you can make it there in five minutes," I promise my driver. I don’t know if I can last much longer than that. My cock is so hard it fucking hurts. I’m pretty sure that I’ll have an imprint from my zipper permanently imbedded in him before I can get him into Ashley's pussy.

  Me: What would you want me to do, Ashley? Tell me. I need to know how you want me to please you, baby.

  Ashley: I want it all Tanner. Everything that you just said. I want your fingers, your tongue. I want that huge cock of yours that my toy can’t even compare to. I want to feel you everywhere. I need it. Oh my God, I need to come so bad.

  Me: You need to come?

  Ashley: Yes, Tanner. Please make me come.

  Perfect timing. I’m out of the car and ringing the doorbell about five seconds after receiving that last text. I hope Quinn’s not home because that might be awkward, but she won’t stop me.

  I stand there for a few minutes, hearing scurrying noises from behind the door. Finally, Ashley answers the door looking damn fuckable and horny as hell.

  "You need to come, baby?" I ask, a huge shit-eating grin on my face.

  “God, yes!" she answers, flinging the door o
pen and pulling me in by my tie.

  "Your wish is my command."

  Chapter 19

  ASHLEY

  Holy fuck!

  I cannot believe that Tanner just showed up. Thank God, though. I’m so horny I think I could die. I want what only Tanner can give me. I’m so wound up that I don’t have the energy to be even the slightest bit embarrassed about the texts we’ve been sending back and forth for the last hour.

  "How are you doing, Ashley?" Tanner asks with a smug smile.

  I glance down at his suit pants before answering, wanting to see if he’s as turned on as I am. I’m more than happy to see that his pants seem to be quite snug in the crotch.

  "About as good as you are, it seems." I smile, looking down at his erection.

  "We're both about to feel really good, baby," he says, closing in on me. "Why don’t you show me what you were doing before I rang the doorbell?"

  There’s no way I can do that in front of him. I don’t care how turned on I am. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone.

  "What's wrong?" He looks very pleased with himself. "Don’t you want to continue?"

  "I... I… can’t... do that... in front you," I tell him with my head down. Being brave through text messages is one thing, but I don’t know if I can pull it off in front of him.

  "Do what, baby?" He spins me around to face away from him and brushes the hair off my right shoulder before placing light, sensual kisses up and down my neck. "You can’t play with your pussy in front of me?"

  I don’t answer him because I can’t. My eyes keep fluttering closed because the way he’s kissing my neck is making every part of my body hum. I can't seem to think about anything other than where he’s going to place the next kiss. His hands have joined in the fun and run softly up and down both sides of my body, coming very close to skimming my breasts. Lord, how I would love nothing more than for him to move those hands up and play with my nipples. I feel the hardness of his cock against the small of my back. He’s making himself as hot as he’s making me. I’m not sure how much more teasing I can handle. I need to be touched, and I mean really touched.

  "Don’t you want this? I know that I want nothing more than to spread you open and devour you."

  I feel my insides liquefy at his words. I want to be devoured. I want to be owned. I want him to do every naughty thing he has on his mind to me and more. If Tanner continues to stroke and kiss every part of my body other than my core right now, I could very possibly implode.

  "Please," I beg. It’s all I can manage to get out at the moment. I’ve never been this on fire before. I can feel the pull from my pussy. It’s begging to be touched, begging for release. I wasn’t too far from finishing when he arrived, and now my body wants the pleasure it was promised.

  "Please what, Ashley? What do you want?"

  "I want you."

  "Want me how? Tell me what you want me to do. I don’t know exactly what you like yet. I need you to teach me how to please you, baby. If you can’t ask for it, then I can’t give it."

  Oh fuck. He's determined to draw this out and make me tell him everything I want. I can’t do that. Not yet. No way. My mind is spinning with the need for release, but also with fear—fear of embarrassment. I’m way out of my league here.

  "You need to relax. Stop thinking. Tell me what you want, what you need. It’s just me here. Talk."

  "I...I need you to…touch me. Please."

  "Touch you where? Here?" He moves his hands up under my shirt to cup my breasts. Each of his hands covers an entire breast. He pushes them together and up and rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

  I can’t hold in the moan building within. It feels so good. My whole body is on fire. "Mmm, yes. There," I say, laying my head back onto his strong chest. I feel nothing but the sensations coursing through my body.

  "Is this the only place you want me to touch you? You seem very needy right now. Why don’t you tell me what else you need," he croons into my ear while caressing it with the tip of his tongue.

  I really want the tip of that tongue somewhere else, but I remember him saying he doesn’t care for that. I don’t think I can get the words out to ask for it knowing he isn’t fond of giving oral. God, I would love nothing more than to have him lick me from top to bottom.

  "What are you thinking about? I can feel the change in your body." Tanner continues to tease my ear and neck with kisses and nips.

  "I need you to touch my pussy. Please, Tanner."

  He places a hand over mine and glides them down my body. As our hands push under the elastic of my boy shorts, Tanner says, "Show me what you want me to do. How do you like your pussy stroked? Hard, soft, fast, slow?" His voice is both commanding and sensual, the tone alone hypnotizing. It takes over my brain and wills me to do as he says.

  As though I have no control over my own hand, I slide my fingers down to the top of pussy and run them gently over my clit. Tanner’s hand over mine follows my motions. He urges my hand down to my opening and pushes one of my fingers slowly in, up to the first knuckle. He then adds a finger of his own, circling it around mine. The two different motions have my whole body humming. He pulls his finger back and brings mine with it. Tanner then eases our fingers back up to my clit and circles it. I follow along, enjoying every single sweet sensation I’m feeling.

  "Keep playing with your clit, Ashley," is the only warning I get before Tanner's hand descends back to my slit. He dips a finger in and pulls it back out to spread my wetness around. He strokes and rubs, stimulating me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.

  "Do you like that? Would you like me to continuing petting your pussy? Would you like more?"

  "Please, more. God, I want more." Who the hell is this wanton creature that has taken over my body? I don’t have time to think before my subconscious spits out the answers it knows that I would hesitate to say.

  With my consent, Tanner pushes two long, thick fingers into me and starts stroking. He curves them, applying pressure to the just the right spot. My knees buckle, and I let out the breathiest moan that I’ve ever heard myself make.

  "Ooh, God, Tanner."

  "Not quite baby, but pretty damn close." He chuckles, pumping his fingers, making sure to hit my G-spot over and over. The pleasure is so intense that keeping up the pressure on my clit, standing up, and enjoying what he’s doing all at the same time is nearly impossible. His superpower of reading my thoughts must kick in again because the next thing I know, he’s pushing me toward the back of the apartment, never missing a beat with the fingers he still has buried in my pussy.

  "Open the door," he orders.

  "Okay." I push open the door.

  I’m pulled into the air and tossed down onto the bed. Tanner grabs both of my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed before dropping to his knees. He pulls my panties down my legs, making sure his fingers brush every sensual spot on the way down, just the way he promised he would in his text. After dropping my panties on the floor, he slides his hands back up my legs. They settle just under the apex of my thighs, spreading me wide.

  I can’t take my eyes off of him, this beautiful man on his knees between my legs. I know that he doesn’t like to give oral, so I know that I have to say something. I refuse to be like everyone else in his life, taking things from him.

  "You don’t need to do that," I say, even though I want nothing more than to feel that tongue of his inside every one of my hidden nooks and crannies.

  "Do you want to me lick your pussy?"

  "Only if you want to."

  "I asked if you wanted me to lick your pussy. Answer me."

  "Yes, I want nothing more, but I know how you feel about that." I don’t even finish that sentence before I feel the warmth of his breath on me and the wetness of his tongue lap at my lower lips in one long luxurious stroke. I may have just invented a new gymnastic move with the way he’s sent my overly sensitized body flying into the air.

  "If I didn’t want to eat
your pussy, I wouldn’t. Never hesitate to ask for something you want. What we do in the bedroom is between you and me. If you want something, ask for it. Because I’m going to take every single thing that I want from you," he says before resuming his delicious assault on my pussy.

  His tongue circles my clit the same way my fingers just did, except he’s using a hand to spread my pussy lips as wide as they will open, making everything taut and the pleasure more intense. He adds his fingers back into the mix, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. The fingers he has in my pussy are magic, caressing all the right spots. My breathing becomes shallower, my hips moving of their own volition, my mouth issuing little undecipherable moans. The walls of my pussy quake, and I feel my orgasm just on the horizon.

  "Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck, Tanner."

  "Come. Let go, baby! I want to see you lose it," he says, and it’s as though a switch goes off in my brain.

  My back arches up off the bed, my legs shake around Tanner's head, and I let out the kind of scream you only hear in porn as my world bursts into flashes of color. Wave after wave of pleasure keeps coming as Tanner continues to stroke me through my orgasm. He lightly caresses my nub with his tongue as he waits for me to come back down.

  "So beautiful. I need my cock in you now, Ashley." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom before dropping his pants and pulling off his boxers.

  "We don’t have to use that if you don’t want," I tell him. "I’m on birth control. I use the patch." I roll to my side to show him where I have it on my hip. "And I was tested after I caught Jason cheating on me. I'm clean."

  He seems lost in thought while he unbuttons his shirt and removes it along with his tie, looking as though he can’t quite believe what I’ve just said.