The Story of Me and T - A Tanner Buchanan Fanfic

'New Years Eve'

*Tanner*

I had a thing for her hands. She used her hands to express herself when she spoke. They were soft and small, cute and delicate and oozed innocence. My sick mind was finding a million ways to get them dirty and I mean literally. Her slender fingers in my mouth, her dainty fist around my cock. Those hands were up there with her lips and were really doing for me. I wasn't sure if it was this fucking drink or not, but I suddenly had a desperate need to get her upstairs and into bed.

I knew I wasn't exactly the most experienced. I mean, I had lots of hook ups over the years, but I was led to believe that when you started banging a girl, the urge to keep banging her brains out subsided. For me and Grace, this couldn't be further from the truth. The urge had grown over time and was presently all consuming to the point where I had to shift around to hide my dick that was growing achingly hard at a rapid rate from just looking at her. And those hands.

There wasn't ever a time when she didn't look breath taking, but tonight she was something else. Even as she sat talking to Sarah at the bar, she just radiated beauty, effortlessly without even trying. It was still a shock every time I remembered that she was mine. And she was mine, despite her efforts to keep it casual. There wasn't a damn casual thing about waking up and thinking of your girl, her being the last thing you think about before you sleep. Or not even being able to sleep because she's on your mind, which happened a lot. Especially over the last two months we'd spent apart. Casual my ass.

She was engrossed in some random conversation with Sarah but the minute the conversation came to a comfortable holt, I used the opportunity to steam in and get her upstairs.

'Hey, how is it going baby?' I asked lowering my face to plant a small kiss on her mouth. She smelt amazing which was not helping. I shifted slightly to whisper in her ear:

'Ready to go?'

She knew me so well, and one look at me gave her all the information she needed regarding my intentions.

'Thanks for everything Sarah, I'm so glad we met. We must keep in touch' She said as she slid off the bar stool.

'Are you guys going?' Sarah asked seemingly confused at the sudden change of dynamic. 

'We have to I'm afraid. Tanner booked the table for early. Men' She added throwing her arms in the air.

Five minutes later we were walking through the hotel lobby heading upstairs.

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*Grace*

The place was heaving. Merry people all over the place celebrating the festivities. One particular couple caught my attention displaying heavy PDA for everyone to see.

'Stop staring' Tanner said, tapping me on my butt and edging me down the corridor towards the elevator. We passed several different halls and an array of people attending New Year's Eve dinner parties. The atmosphere was buzzing.

'How nice is this?' I asked. I felt like a kid at a carnival.

'Very' he answered in brief from behind me, not particularly interested in what I was saying, which really didn't bother me as I babbled on:

'I mean, I've only ever spent New Year's in shitty old England. But Brits are usually good at partying'

At some point I suspected that I was talking to myself, the moment I turned to face him I realized I actually was. He was gone. But where the fuck did he go? There were so many doors in this corridor, he could have disappeared into anyone of them..