Tank (5 page)

“In back.”

He walked into the bedroom. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but when he did, his knees buckled, and only catching himself against the wall kept him upright.

Boots.
Black leather, knee-high and high-heeled, they made her legs endless.

She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, and above those boots a long expanse of creamy thigh the short skirt so kindly exposed. Her shirt was white and tailored, with a collar and long sleeves, and the buttons were open far down, far enough he saw the lace edging of the black bra underneath.

And swinging carelessly from her fingers?

Handcuffs.

“Are you going to be kind enough to strip and allow me to cuff you to the bed, or are you going to make me use force?” Jess had a little smile hovering around the corners of her mouth, but her eyes held a scared shadow, and it hit him, how much this cost her, to expose herself.

There was no one sexier or stronger than the woman in front of him, and damned if he wasn’t going to prove it to her all night long.

He pulled his shirt over his head, gratified by how her eyes roamed over his chest and traced every ridge of his torso. “You’re scary, so I guess I better do what you say.”

The shadow fled and a swift show of relief passed over her face before the smile returned. “I’m glad you see it my way.”

He took his time. Before he unzipped his jeans he palmed himself, making a show of rubbing his dick through the fabric. The rough scratch felt nice, but it was nothing to the sight of her eyes clouding over as she watched, her mouth falling open and her tongue unconsciously swiping her lower lip.

His thumbs hooked the waist of his pants and he pulled down. His cock was so hard it bounced up as soon as it was free, and her eyes locked on. When the pants were off, he walked over to the bed and put his arms up so his wrists were at the headboard.

Jess rose, and it was his turn to start panting. The boots were spectacular when she was sitting down, but standing they were fucking sinful. “You are not allowed to take those boots off tonight.”

“Oh really? I don’t think you get to have a say in things tonight.” She knew how to use handcuffs, and it took only a moment to have him chained to the bed. “The only one issuing any orders is going to be me.”

With that, she swung her leg over his torso and settled her pussy on his stomach.

Her
bare
pussy.

“Where’s your underwear?” he asked, his voice strangled as the wet, slick skin slid over the clenched muscles.

“Ummm… whoops?” she said, all innocence and devilish grin, as she ran her hands over his pecs.

His arms jerked in involuntary motion, the desire to put her under his control already slamming into him. Stupidest idea in history to not be able to use his hands. What the fuck was he smoking that he thought this was a good idea?

Her smile grew and she wiggled on top of him. “Don’t tell me this is affecting a big, strong man like you.”

“Why don’t you slide that pussy a little lower and see how it’s affecting me.”

“Or I could go the other way.” One leg hiked up his body, the feel of leather and the quick welcome pain of the tip of her heel as it dug into his skin brushing over his senses before the main event blew every other event out of his mind.

She settled that delicious, naked pussy over his mouth and he delved into it, coating his face with her taste. He was going to drain her, make her come over and over, and when she couldn’t take any more he was going to force her to come again.

She gave a ragged breath and ground into him. Tank groaned in return, opening wider to encourage her to use him. He surrounded her clit with his lips and teased it with his tongue before sucking it hard, bringing a sharp gasp from her mouth. And when she started to tremble, when the smell of a fine sweat misted her skin, he brought his tongue down to her slit and started to tongue-fuck her, taking in her delicious taste and her erotic cries.

She was chanting above him. “Tank…
Tank
. So good. You’re so good.”

In reward for her praise he pushed harder, deeper, using his tongue to ruthlessly work every spot on her he knew to be sensitive, every spot that made her gasp and groan. Her breathing was hard and stuttering, and then she threw her head back and keened. Her muscles clenched and fluttered around him, and a warm rush of wetness coated his mouth, a rush he drank greedily. He kept working her through her orgasm, letting it go on and on until she was limp above him, barely able to pull away from his ministrations.

Without her to focus on, Tank’s cock made its displeasure known that it wasn’t in that warm, wet tunnel his tongue had so recently visited. He pulled against the handcuffs again. “Jess, baby, let me up.”

Jess was languid as she rose from the bed. “Why should I? I’m not sure I’m done with you.” She unbuttoned her shirt, every button undone slowly to torment him. When all the buttons were undone she didn’t take off the shirt, just let it fall open so he could see the full lacy bra, the lace so sheer he could make out the pink of her nipples against the creaminess of her breast. Her hand then went to the zipper in back of her skirt, and in short work the skirt was worked down her hips. She straightened up so the tuft of brown curls was visible, and his mouth started watering again.

“Jess, let me up. You’ll feel so good if you do, and I might have to punish you if you don’t.”

“I think you should leave the threats when you aren’t tied up, don’t you?” That fuck-sexy mouth twisted in a smirk, and she turned away from him to go back to the chair.

Big mistake. And she realized it two seconds later when he picked her up from behind and dumped her on the bed face-down. A second later her own wrists were caged in cuffs behind her back and he turned her over to look up him.

“How?” she asked, eyeing his bare wrists.

“You really think I don’t know how to escape my own cuffs?” Tank took her in beneath him, a feast for his senses. “Now what am I going to do with you?”

Her mouth was open, part shock, part arousal. He could put that mouth to good use, but these
fucking
boots were right here, and it would be a shame to waste the chance of playing with them.

Tank placed her right ankle on his shoulder and pushed her left thigh wide, exposing her to his gaze. She was caught and open and at his mercy.

She knew it too, with her wide eyes and panting breath. “What are you going to do?”

Why answer with words when he could just take what he wanted? He was too close and he needed to get this first one out of the way. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to ride her later like he was planning.

Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit, wetting himself with her juices. He proceeded to run himself over her clit with his cockhead. Her hips moved with him, her heel trying to dig into his shoulder as she sought to steady herself.

He pushed himself against her, stroking his cock against her slit and her clit. Her breathy gasps urged him on, the hair between her thighs tickling the sensitive skin of his dick.

And… now. He buried the tip of his cock inside her pussy, using his hand to pump the length of his cock. He trembled as he came, his cock expanding and her body accepting his come. He kept pumping until he was on the edge of raw, everything now inside her.

Tank pulled out. Come dribbled from her, painting the sweet valley between her legs. He dropped to his knees before her, pulling her so her ass was on the edge of the bed. From there, he pushed her legs even further apart, so her tiny pucker of an asshole was visible to him.

Her shocked voice floated from above. “What are you doing?” but he paid her no mind. With one finger he gathered up some come and started to circle that pucker, working it into her, using it to ease his path.

More come, and slowly he opened her, until finger worked past the tight ring of muscle and moved inside her.

“Tank!” came her cry, but he started to suck her clit again, all the while working her with his finger up her ass.

He kept working her until she started to relax, her own arousal returning enough to have her moving her hips on him again. Tank reached over to the side table and brought out the lube he had been keeping for just this moment.

He removed his finger from her ass but did not stop his assault on her pussy. Coating himself liberally with lube, now he pushed two fingers inside her.

Jess’s hips came off the bed, but his shoulders kept her legs wide open to his assault. He pulled back. “How does it feel, baby? Do you like it?”

Her voice was hesitant, but that undertone of arousal was unmistakable. “It’s different.”

“I want in your ass, Jess. I swear I’ll stop if you say, but please let me.”

He heard the swallow, and then, “Yes.”

He stood, one fluid movement. Gently he lifted and turned her, so now she was face down on the bed, her ass in the air and those booted legs planted on the ground. He ran his hands down her ass and over her thighs. “You are a fucking goddess. Fuck if I know how one woman can be this damn sexy.”

She gave a choked off laugh. “I already said yes. You don’t have to sell it.”

In retaliation he bit her ass cheek, provoking a squeal in response. “I’ve got you cuffed and you still smart mouth me.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you put yourself to good use and got me moaning again.”

Never let it be said he didn’t rise to a challenge. With lots of lube and three fingers, he began to work her again.

He waited, from her first deep breaths and tense body, through her cut-off moans and shifting hips. He waited until he was hard enough he could have pounded stone. He waited until she was begging and pleading and panting. “Tank, I want your cock. I want you in me.”

He played with her clit as he worked her ass. “You want my cock in this tight ass? You want me to ride you, baby? You want me to make you moan?”

“Quit talking and start doing,” she all but snarled, and that neediness was what he had been waiting for.

He lubed up his cock and pushed against her asshole. “Push back, baby. Don’t tense and let me in.”

Her pussy was tight, but this, this was a whole different world. He worked himself in her, listening for any distress. Nothing except her deep breaths and trembling thighs. “You’re doing so good, Jess. You are so fucking sexy, baby. I wish you could see how good you take me.”

He was babbling but he couldn’t stop. Her asshole expanded around him until he was all inside her, her body accepting his. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the site of Jess stretched and waiting. “So sexy,” he breathed again.

“Move, Tank. I want to come.”

Her voice was too clear, but he was going to change that. He shifted them slightly, so her hips were closer to the bed, and now his hand was beneath her on the mattress and with every stroke, her clit was riding his fingers.

Short, slow strokes became long, hungry ones as her body became used to this strange invasion. Uncertain breaths became moans which rose in volume. She began to push back against him, forcing him deeper, forcing his invasion of her body.

Finally she cried out, her body seizing up with her orgasm. He pounded harder, wanting to follow her as close as he could. Her body milking his helped out, and he was coming as well, throwing his head back and roaring.

It took more focus than any training, but he kept himself from falling onto her. He undid her cuffs and collapsed onto the bed, bringing her to cuddle against him.

She snuggled into his neck. Tank asked, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t think I’ll be sitting tomorrow, but I want to do that again.”

“We will definitely do that again.” He ran his hands through her shoulder length brown strands. “Thank you for my surprise.”

“Glad you enjoyed.”

The desire was still there, but it was muted. He was happy just having her cuddled close to him.

Jess suddenly giggled, the sound making him squeeze her closer. “I didn’t expect it to go like that. How did you get out of the cuffs?”

“Not telling. In case you ever cuff me again I need to keep my secrets.”

“And you really liked the boots?”

“I’m never letting you take those boots off.”

She nipped his ear, the one sensitive spot she always took advantage of. “Maybe I’ll let you get away with that tonight.”

“You better. I want those pretty heels digging into my shoulders when I ride you later tonight.”

“I’ll definitely let you get away with that tonight then.”

Her face was open and joyous and it shocked him that ten minutes ago she had him coming like a freight train. And like
that
his mood from earlier descended, because he couldn’t let her go. She was everything to him, and something inside him told him that no matter what circumstances, even if she wasn’t his true mate, that would have been the case. She brought more joy into his world than he had ever experienced before, more hope, more peace. He needed her like he needed air, and he couldn’t survive if she was using him to experiment in how to move into a new life.

Jess’s eyebrows furrowed together and she caressed his cheek. “Tank, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

He leaned close, kissing her gently. “Nothing. Now, let me get us cleaned up. I want to feel that leather pressed against my neck.”

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