The Story of Me and T - A Tanner Buchanan Fanfic

'Reunited'

*Tanner*

I couldn't get that fucking picture out of my mind. She was there dressed, or barely dressed, like that and I was stuck here working. The whole bathroom thing was partly to get her back for being such a bitch, but also to give me a chance to straighten myself out and lighten the load. I hadn't got any since the last time with her, a long time, which meant that I had permanent Blue Balls and just the thought of her was enough to get me going, let alone a picture like that.

In every five-minute break I got, I was checking earlier flights. The way things were, I'd be there this time tomorrow, but that was too far away. Luckily, I managed to get a flight for tonight, straight after work.

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The flight from Atlanta to New York was short but felt long as the picture of her stayed in my mind and the need to have her grew. I thought about what I'd do first when I got to her. If she was awake, I'd tie her up and bury myself deep. If she was asleep, I'd wait till a decent hour wake her up and do it then. As the plane landed, I quickly calculated that it would be just under an hour till I'd finally be with her.

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The second I opened the door, I was greeted with the smell of her, and I wasn't even inside. It was the smell of Grace, my Grace. I stepped into the room to find the underwear from the picture hanging on the back of a chair, a few more steps and there she was and to my surprise, wide awake, almost in suspense.

'You're here?' She asked. She seemed cagey, as though she didn't quite believe that I was here in front of her.

'You're awake?' I replied, staring at her. All of her.

'I um...' She froze. I loved that after all this time, I still had this effect on her. She was turned on to the max. I could tell by her lips; they were always slightly darker and bigger when she was horny. I fucking loved her lips.

*Grace*

'You're here?' I asked, not sure if I was awake or not. It had been one of those nights. Lots of tossing and turning, falling in and out of consciousness. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I had to get up. It was like a spiritual alert that sensed he was near.

'You're awake?' he asked, starting at me. Really staring as though he couldn't quite believe it either.

'I um' I wanted to tell him how happy I was to see him but couldn't find the words. Without hesitation I walked straight up to him. In my mind I was telling him how much I missed him. My body planned on showing him just how much, as I stalked straight over to him. I expected him to reach out the closer I got. But even when I was right in front of him, my lips only millimetres away from his, he remained motionless. I leaned forward, closing the gap between us and made contact. His lips were cold against mine, but still inviting as always.

I sensed an overwhelming feeling of relief of us finally being together threatening to break the surface. So, I lingered there for a moment, until he broke away. Finally, he moved gently to lift my top up and over my head leaving me bare, and promptly did the same with his. This precise second felt like an eternity, I had a heavy feeling in my chest at the sight of him. His beauty, and the way I felt for him, culminating, creating a sense of the calm before the storm. And in a split second the dynamic changed, he pulled me crashing towards him. Naked torsos coming together. Soft, and warm. His hands roaming my body, his tongue in my mouth, kissing me deeply as he gently pushed forward, edging me backwards until I reached the bed behind me. 

'I love you so much' he spoke, briefly braking the silence and pushing me to lay down. 

Before I had a chance to tell him that I felt the same, he was on me, his tongue back in my mouth with urgency, and a need to get us as close as he could. It felt desperate, and I loved it. I felt the same. The silence remained as he continued in his pursuit. He tugged at my thong pulling it down my thighs until it stopped at my knees. He had no interest in taking it off completely, almost as though there was no time to waste. Again, I felt the same. I needed him, to feel him. Be connected physically. I was so invested in the moment, that I didn't notice his pants and boxers were also around his knees. I only realised when I could feel him hard and naked slightly poking in, and to my surprise he pushed forward.

'Tanner, wait'

'Please Grace, I've missed you so fucking much, I need to be close to you'

'You are, T. This isn't a great idea'

'But I wanna feel you, properly'

I didn't want to ruin the moment and confess that I wasn't taking the pill. Which I'm pretty sure he knew anyway. And as I briefly pondered absentmindedly, he took advantage and plunged in. His naked skin, rubbing along mine, stretching me the deeper he got. He felt so soft, and tender and warm, and oh my gosh, overwhelmingly sensational.

'Fuck Grace, see how good this feels?' He asked as he began sliding in and out of me, effortlessly. Holding my hands in his and kissing me tenderly up and down my neck.

I couldn't answer, because he was genuinely taking my breath away. I was struggling to focus, completely lost in an emotional overload. His mouth was buried deep in my neck and as he worked, he moaned at such a volume, straight into my ears. I could just about see his side profile, his hair, as it flopped down the side of his face, but disappeared with each thrust inside me and out of my vision. It was so quick. But I made sure to catch it every time. A slight glance down his defined, damp back and I could make out the outline of his butt which also disappeared in and out of my vision, as a result of the motion of his hips. The sight of him, the sound of him, carnal and primitive, and feel of him naked and deep inside, pushing me over the edge physically and emotionally.

'So. Fucking. Wet' he panted. Surprising me with how close he was.

'I can't, I'm not gonna last..' he continued, squeezing my hands as though his life depended on it

'Grace, baby, I'm coming' He cried out. His breathing erratic, his moans anguished.

Seconds later I felt it, his climax filling me up to the point when it had nowhere else to go so started to trickle out of me and down my inner thigh, leaving a wet, warm trail in its wake.

He rolled off me and pulled me close to him, kicking off his pants and boxers before pulling my thong totally off. I laid there and enjoyed my current situation, the throbbing feeling he left me with. The feel of his ejaculate as it continued to run out of me. The smell of him. The feel of him against me. An hour ago, I was in hell yarning for him, and now he was here, and I was literally full to the brim with him. I briefly thought over what had just happened, how he walked in a swept me off my feet. Early. I was expecting him in a few hours.

'T, where are your bags?'

'I don't have any. I left straight after work'

I couldn't help but laugh. Partly because of how ridiculous it was, but more out of nerves, as I recognised that he, just like me, couldn't wait. Suddenly the idea of friends casually getting it on, was long, long gone. Without trying, we'd become a couple invested in each other. Except sadly, we weren't actually a couple at all...