Chasing Aubrey (5 page)

Chapter 8

I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this with Tanner. I was engaged! Maybe it didn’t matter if it was a sham wedding. At the very least I was being dishonest with Tanner. I didn’t tell him about Chester or about my real identity. I didn’t know why I was so hesitant to reveal myself. I didn’t want him to think any less of me for being a Van der Poole, or even worse, have a ton of expectations of me because of it.

My best option was just to forget about everything for the time being. I didn’t want to think about my fiancé. I didn’t want to worry about disappointing my parents and I certainly didn’t want to think about the missed opportunity with Tanner. One night was all we could have and I would have to make the best of it.

He walked me to the elevator with his hand on the small of my back. That simple touch was enough to make my entire body alert to his presence. I noticed every small movement, every steady breath, and every sideways glance. My mind wandered back to our kisses; they were unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Tanner obviously knew what he was doing. I didn’t, but he had enough skill for the both of us. By the time his lips left mine, I felt drunk, dizzy and craved so much more.

There was no way I could turn back now. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, I had to see how far it went. I had to test the waters; I had to know what it was like to be with someone that
wanted
me. Chester wanted the attachment to my family. He couldn’t care less about me. I couldn’t be angry at him; he was just a carbon copy of his parents. By all accounts, I should have been the same way. Somewhere along the line, my wires got crossed and I wasn’t nearly the perfect daughter I was supposed to be.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I wanted to ignore it, but I knew I couldn’t. Tanner was already looking at me with a curious gaze. I glanced at it and saw it was a text from my mother. Of course it was. I wasn’t at her party and she was probably worried that it was going to make her look bad. Well mom, that’s too bad. I didn’t even open the message.

“My mother,” I answered Tanner’s silent question.

“Are you expected to be somewhere?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You could say that. That’s okay though, she’ll get over it…” Or she wouldn’t. Either way, I wasn’t going to be heartbroken about it.

His hand slid further down my back, cupping my ass with a firm squeeze.

A surprised yelp left my mouth and I was shocked to hear it. I’d never been treated this way. It wasn’t a bad thing; I felt desired. I felt beautiful and wanted. It was addicting.

My experience with men was limited. I’d never really dated. I went to all girls’ boarding schools and never had much opportunity to interact with the opposite sex. By the time I was out of school, most of the girls in my grade were already being married off to wealthy bachelors or going to finishing school. I wanted none of that. My parents tried to introduce me to a few suitors, but I always managed to convince them that I wasn’t a good match. It wasn’t in my power to refuse a match, but it was in my power to make them refuse me. That was always my secret weapon.

As time wore on, there were less and less men interested in me. My mother was convinced I would be a spinster at twenty-four. I thought that was ridiculous. Just because the 1% still treated their children like property didn’t mean we were actually in the middle ages. I wasn’t too old to be marriageable by any stretch of the imagination. That wasn’t good enough for my mother though.

It didn’t matter; there was no point in dwelling on that now. I considered making Chester hate me, but he seemed like the type of man that would still go through with the arrangement. It wasn’t worth the effort of making myself unappealing if he was going to marry me anyway.

Because of my parents’ designs, I never had the opportunity to date anyone of my own choosing. For that reason, I was still very much inexperienced. That was partially why I was so surprised with myself for agreeing to this whole thing with Tanner. I didn’t know what I was doing. He was probably expecting someone much more versed in bedroom antics than me. Surely, a man as handsome and charming as Tanner had his fair share of women falling over themselves for him. The thought gave me a little twinge of jealousy. I didn’t want to think about Tanner with other women. Was that strange? I had no claim to him. I had no right to be upset about his past dalliances. Hell, I was just going to be another notch along with the rest of them.

The elevator went up and up and up.

“What floor do you live on?” I asked as we passed the 10th floor.

“The very top,” he answered.

His answer surprised me. I knew that the price of apartments in this building went up in accordance with the height off the ground. You paid a premium for the views. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, he said that it was a gift from his friend.

Tanner’s hand pressed against my back and brought me closer to him.

“I have to tell you something,” he whispered, his mouth only inches away from mine.

I looked up at him through my lashes, a strange tingling in my belly at the remembrance of our earlier kisses.

“What’s that?” I whispered back, my lips nearly touching his now.

“I have never wanted someone as badly as I want you, Aubrey.”

My heart thumped in my chest. I wished I could believe him. Maybe I did believe him, but he couldn’t want me when he didn’t even know who I was.

Our lips met in a blazing embrace. He was demanding. Insistent. Unrelenting as he plundered my mouth. His hands roved my body as he devoured me. My response was automatic, burning, unbearable need. An involuntary moan escaped my lips and he captured it with his possessive tongue. There was no escaping the draw of this man.

He pressed me into the wall. My blood boiled in my veins, raw desire careened through me unlike anything I’d ever felt. His hand slid up my thigh, toward my aching core. His persistent fingers found the edge of my silk thong and brushed it to the side like a discarded rag. There was no time for hesitation, no time for pauses. His eyes were darkened with a wild primitive gaze. He was starved and I was on the menu.

A strangled cry escaped my lips as his fingers separated my slick folds, delving into my saturated core. I needed him. I needed this. I’d never needed anything so badly. Only one thought echoed in my head, over and over.

Tanner. Oh, Tanner.

He was all-consuming. His touch, his lips, his tortured groans into my mouth only drove my need higher. Demanding fingers entered me and lightning shot through me to my toes.

The elevator continued its ascent, climbing higher and higher.

White-hot pleasure shot through my body from head to toe as he possessed me. I was his for the taking, ripe for the picking, I couldn’t deny him, couldn’t deny this boiling need. I didn’t want to deny it. If this was my one shot, so be it.

He overwhelmed my senses; he invaded my mind. All I could smell was Tanner. All I could taste was Tanner. All I could feel, think and focus on was Tanner.

His expert fingers stroked my insides, bringing me closer and closer to a peak that I’d never before reached. His tongue matched the strokes of his fingers without mercy. I was coming unglued at the seams. There was no escaping the rising tide inside of me.

My core clenched tightly with the coming onslaught. I clung to his shoulders for support as he coaxed my orgasm from me.

Ripples of erotic pleasure made my body shudder and stars burst before my eyes as his unrelenting fingers carried me through wave after wave of ecstasy.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to his apartment. His fingers slipped out of me, slick with my own arousal. I noticed that he wasn’t unaffected either, the straining bulge in his pants told me that he was just as taken with all of this as I was.

He broke the kiss finally and we were both panting as if we’d just run a marathon. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into his home on wobbly legs. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Chapter 9

Her plaintive moans drove me crazy. The small strangled gasps of pleasure made me rock hard and I couldn’t wait to drag her to my bed. Her willing response to my fingers was intoxicating. She was as needy as I was and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Her face was flushed with the aftermath of her orgasm and I planned on recreating that look a dozen times over throughout the night. I pulled her into my apartment, the door closing behind us, leaving the rest of the world behind. It was only Aubrey and I for as long as I could convince her to stay.

She took one look around my expansive loft apartment, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows and her mouth fell open, inviting me in for another taste. Our tongues entwined and she moaned with abandon, leaning into me in the most delicious way. This woman was going to be my undoing.

“Tanner,” she whispered, breaking the kiss. Her slightly slanted eyes were full of trepidation and nerves. Seeing her like that made my gut clench angrily. I never wanted to see her frightened or worried. I wanted to soothe all of her concerns, address all of her fears and make sure that she never wanted for anything.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked, my forehead pressed against hers. I was desperate to rip that dress off of her. I wanted to explore every inch of her beautiful smooth skin, taste every bit of her luscious body and draw out each and every last tortured cry from her. I wanted to make her moan until her voice was hoarse and she croaked when she begged me for more.

“I…” Her velvety fingers trailed down my arms, tracing the edge of my jacket before venturing back up to cup my neck and tease the short tendrils of hair at my nape. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into her gentle touch. As much as I enjoyed the ferocity and intensity of the elevator ride, this was a different side of Aubrey. Timid and unsure.

My hand ran along the length of her spine, too eager to touch her, too hasty for the skin-to-skin contact.

“I’ve never done this… I don’t want to be a disappointment,” she admitted with a hint of color tinting her face.

“Oh, honey, you could never disappoint me. You’ve already proved that. Your responsiveness, your willingness, your wetness—” the color in her cheeks deepened, “that’s the sexiest thing ever. You don’t understand how incredible you are, Aubrey. Let me show you, please.”

She nodded without a word and before she had a chance to finish the action, I was claiming her mouth again. Her taste was the sweetest nectar and I couldn’t stop sampling it. My appetite for her was voracious and unyielding. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman was willing to give herself to me. Especially now that I knew she was a virgin. It completely baffled me that no one had ever had her before. She was too sweet, too wonderful, too incredible to resist.

Her trembling fingers worked to undress me, stumbling to unbutton my jacket before pushing it off of my shoulders. Next was the tie, which, instead of tossing it to the side, she hung over her neck. I’d never seen a more sexy sight than a woman with my tie draped over her neck. The shirt followed suit, but she took her time, her fingers exploring every fresh new inch of skin that was exposed to her.

Her timid feather-light touches ratcheted up my desire for her another dozen notches. I was straining so much in my slacks that I thought I would pop the zipper. I let her have her exploration though. This started out as something completely different, but with her revelation, I knew that I had to let her steer, at least in the beginning.

She pushed the fine linen shirt over my broad shoulders and let it hang from my wrists. Her lips blazed a sizzling path down my chest and over my chiseled stomach, nearing the pulsing member in my pants with every passing second.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I groaned, imagining that little mouth stretched around my cock.

She gave me a startled look, almost apologetic.

“Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head, cursing myself for not making myself clearer.

“No, sweetheart, not at all.”

She smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning up for another kiss.

I couldn’t quite reconcile the two Aubreys. One was a complete badass: confident, practiced and fearless. The other was the complete opposite: shy, demure and so unsure of herself. Somehow, I found them both sexy as hell. Badass Aubrey made my cock twitch with insatiable need. Shy Aubrey made my heart ache with the desire to nurture her.

“You know I don’t know what I’m doing, right?” She said with a little smirk as she unbuttoned my pants.

I sucked in a breath, anticipating her soft fingers closing around me.

“You’re doing a damn fine job of it though,” I reassured her.

She pulled my pants down to my ankles and I kicked off my shoes with them. My dick peeked out from my boxers and she ran that wary hand over the sensitive head and I had to stop myself from bucking into her hand. The anticipation was torture. I just wanted to sink deep inside of her. I wanted to make her moan and scream. I wanted to drive her to climax repeatedly until her body was limp and she was unable to form any words. I’d never wanted anything more.

I couldn’t resist any more. My hands reached around her lithe body and unzipped her dress. I let the garment fall to the floor, now only a puddle of fabric instead of a barrier to Aubrey’s promised land.

She wore a matching set of flimsy silk lingerie, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her panties were soaked with her arousal and her nipples were stiff peaks, clearly seen through the semi-transparent bra.

I pulled her onto my lap as I fell backwards onto the couch, my hands on her hips in a grip that said I was never going to let her go.

“Oh!” She said with a surprised squeak before bursting into giggles. I could see the tension melt away from her face with her mirthful laughter. I needed to record that sound. It seemed like the perfect remedy for a gloomy day.

I leaned forward and sucked one of her taut nipples into my mouth. She threw back her head and moaned wantonly. Lust thundered through me as my hand traveled to her ass, pulling her forward in my lap. She quickly realized that my hard cock was pressed against her wetness and began to grind her hips into me. My fingers dug into her tender flesh as my lips continued to manipulate her sensitive breasts.

“Oh god, Tanner,” she moaned, placing her hands on my shoulders for support.

That’s it, baby. No need to be afraid,
I thought. I would have said it, but I didn’t really want to stop sucking her nipples.

The flimsy fabric was wet with my saliva and the friction seemed to send her into overdrive.

“I need…” she panted, still grinding against me.

"Tell me what you need, baby," I whispered.

"I don't... I don't know," she admitted.

I could feel her wetness on me and I knew exactly what she needed. I knew that I could give it to her.

I slid her panties to the side and freed my cock from its confines before lifting her by her hips.

"Hold on to me, sweetheart," I encouraged.

She did as instructed, her hands clinging to me desperately as I helped her slowly slide down onto me.

She gasped when the tip of my dick entered her and the look of pure elation on her face created a wave of self-satisfaction in me. There was something so wonderful about being able to make a woman's face do that.

I slid into her, inch by inch, easing her onto me slowly. I didn't want to cause her any pain, but I also wanted to savor every moment of this I could. I knew that I wouldn't last long with her. She'd had me turned on from the moment I saw her and every moment between that one and this had just been a tease.

"Oh my god, that feels so incredible," she moaned, obviously surprised.

"You're so fucking tight," I commented before kissing her again.

She grinned and I finally reached the barrier to her womanhood.

"This is gonna hurt a little bit, sweetheart," I soothed before capturing her lips in another fiery embrace. I wanted to distract her as much as I could.

My tongue thrust into her mouth and plundered her as my cock broke through the wall. I captured her exclamation of pain in my mouth and continued to ease her with the persistent strokes of my tongue.

Finally, she moaned and sank down onto me all the way. There was no better feeling than being completely enrobed by her warm wetness. There was no pleasure, no experience, and no thrill that could ever compare to this moment. I wanted to emblazon it into my memory so that I never forgot what was possible.

"Oh, Tanner, it feels amazing."

She started to move her hips on her own, squirming and trying to find just the right angle. I let her take control from here. It was her first time and it should be about exploration in a safe place.

I couldn't even remember my first time, but I sure as hell wasn't ever going to forget this time.

Her warmth enveloped me, drew me in further and clenched tightly around me. She wasn't going to let me go anywhere and I was the happiest prisoner alive.

Her tiny body bounced up and down on my cock, sending tingles of pleasure through my limbs. It was unbearably amazing. I wanted to hold on for as long as possible. I wanted to make this incredible for her. I wanted so many things, but they were going to have to come in round two.

I splayed my hand across her back and rolled her so that she was lying on the couch beneath me.

"I can't resist you any more, Aubrey, I'll make this up to you, I promise."

She looked confused, but I knew I could explain it to her later. For now, I needed to be inside her, deep, thrusting hard. I wanted to see that pretty face contorted in the throes of ecstasy and I knew exactly how to make it happen.