Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
STEPHANIE
T he ride home on the back of Tank’s Harley is torture.
Sweet, electric, delayed-satisfaction-flavored torture…
The deep growl of the engine vibrates through my bones, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hard body against mine. I press closer to his back, my arms wrapped tight around his solid torso, the heat of him doing nothing to ease my pebbled nipples.
But I’m not cold; I’m turned on.
I can’t remember ever being this turned on, in fact.
But this attraction is so much more than physical.
It’s about how much fun we had together today, the way he dropped his guard, giving me a glimpse into what he must have been like as a kid, still tough, but also playful, curious, and eager to try new things. It’s about the way he asked me to be his girlfriend—so sweet and straight-forward—and the way he angled his big body ahead of mine in the crowd, making sure I didn’t get run over.
And it’s the way he handled Drake—calm and in control, the embodiment of quiet strength. He didn’t need to throw a punch to make it clear that no one messes with someone under his protection. He just laid down the law, no room for arguments.
He just made me feel safe.
And precious.
And loved, even though I know it’s way too soon for that.
But I can’t fight the emotion swelling in my chest, tingling across my skin, making me ache for him with a need that will no longer be postponed until a later date.
Tonight is the night. I couldn’t wait any longer if I tried, and I have no interest in trying.
That’s why, when we finally pull into a parking space near my place, and I climb off the bike, I don’t let go. I keep my arms around him, hugging tight as we stand in the cool evening air, my body still pressed against his back.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low as he removes his helmet and gently detangles himself, turning to face me.
I nod, swallowing hard as I meet his searching gaze. “Yeah. I just… I like you. A whole lot.”
“I like you, too,” he murmurs, his fingertips skimming over my temple. The touch is gentle, affectionate, but still manages to make my panties wetter.
I need this gentle man doing hot, wild, un -gentle things to my body—stat.
“And I…” I swallow, my tongue slipping out to dampen my lips as I add, “I don’t want to be alone tonight. Mr. Sniffles is staying over at Zelda’s, so we’d have the whole apartment to ourselves. If you wanted to sleep over…”
His jaw tics as his hands settle on my hips. “Oh, I want to sleep over.”
“You do?” I bite my lip to keep the giddy grin from my face.
“I really do,” he says, his voice deeper, huskier.
I reach up, sliding my hands over his shoulders to tease against his bare neck. “And Tank?”
“Yes, Teach?”
“I don’t just want to sleep. Do you?”
“Fuck no.” His exhalation is rough as his hands slide lower, his thumbs brushing beneath the waistband of my pants, sending a shiver of anticipation across my skin. “Let’s go inside, beautiful. Right now.”
Hell, yes.
Right now, sounds perfect to me.
I take his hand, leading him through the lobby and up the stairs, where I unlock my apartment door with shaking fingers.
I barely get it shut behind us before his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me hot and deep, giving me exactly what I’ve been daydreaming about all the way home. Exactly what I want, what I need… His tongue sweeps into my mouth, staking his claim as I moan against his lips. My back bumps against the door as his hands roam—gripping, exploring. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just heat and need and hunger that makes my head spin.
“God, baby, you feel so good,” he groans, kissing a path down my neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin just beneath my jaw. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About my mouth on you, about making you come for me.”
“Me too,” I breathe, threading my fingers into his hair as he lifts me effortlessly, guiding my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the bedroom.
His strength is intoxicating, but it’s the way he handles me—like I’m precious and he never wants to hurt me, even on accident, that has me about to come before he’s removed a single piece of my clothing.
“Naked,” I murmur against his mouth as we kiss again. “I need you naked. Me naked. All naked.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He sets me down beside the bed, his hands sliding under my tank top, his fingers brushing my bare skin. His touch is electric, sending heat sizzling through my veins, making my pussy throb.
“But tell me if you want to stop,” he murmurs, his voice rough as he teases the cotton the tiniest bit higher on my ribs. “We can stop anytime you want. It’s no big deal.”
“Are you insane?” I breathe as I reach for the hem of his shirt. “It’s a very big deal. I want you, LiBassi. I want you naked and on top of me. Now. Arms up.”
His eyes darken, making my own hunger spiral higher as he lifts his arms and bends his knees, making it easier for me to pull his shirt over his head. I toss the fabric to the ground, my breath catching at the sight of him—strong, solid, every inch of his chest a testament to his drive, his determination.
His will of fucking iron…
“I admire the hell out of you,” I whisper. “I hope you know that. You’ve been through so much, but you never gave up. Never let it break you.”
“It broke me,” he whispers. “It sure as hell, did. Parts of me are still broken.”
I run my fingers over his broad chest, over the ink that decorates his skin, hinting at more stories I’m desperate to learn.
I lay my palms over his heart, feeling the steady, strong beat of it against my skin. “But you’re still beautiful. And so good.”
“I am with you,” he says, leaning into my touch.
I let my fingers dip lower, following the trail of hair that leads to the waistband of his jeans. He exhales a shaky breath, his hands tightening on my hips.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Teach,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
“I think I have some idea. It’s exactly what you do to me.” I tug him closer, kissing him as I slide my hands to his belt.
He groans into my mouth, letting me take the lead, letting me set the pace as I work the clasp free and push his jeans lower. His cock springs forward, thick and hard, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking him slowly. He’s ridiculously enormous, but I’m not surprised. I’ve seen this man in yoga pants more than once and he radiates that “I’m not the least bit concerned about the size of my peen” energy a few lucky men have.
The kind I’m realizing drives me wild…
“Fuck, Steph,” he hisses, his hips jerking into my touch. “Can I touch you? Can I make you come for me again?”
“Please,” I moan.
He reaches for the button at the top of my pants, ripping it open and parting the zipper before pushing the fabric down around my thighs, along with my panties.
“Wiggle for me, sweetheart,” he rumbles. “They’re stuck.”
“Anytime,” I whisper, undulating my hips until he’s able to shove them all the way to the ground, disposing of my tennis shoes and socks on the way.
And then, I’m bare to him from the waist down, my swollen pussy so wet it’s almost embarrassing.
God, please, don’t let him think it’s embarrassing….
“Spread your legs for me, Steph,” he says from where he crouches at my feet, cursing softly as I obey. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you like this, so turned on and ready for me.”
His eyes rake over my pussy, dark and possessive, making my clit swell until it’s almost painful. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, touch me.”
“You never have to say please, Teach. You just tell me what you want, how to please you.” He leans closer, his hands sliding up my quads, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing close to wear I’m dripping for him. “The smell of you is driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice reverent. “I need you on my tongue, baby. I need to taste this sweet little cunt.”
He cradles the back of my thighs, lifting me off my feet and into the air as he spreads me wide. For a beat, I’m worried he won’t be able to hold me suspended like this, but then his mouth finds my pussy, and I can’t think about anything but his tongue.
Fuck, his tongue…
“God, Tank,” I moan, hips jerking against his mouth as he laps at me, slow, deep, deliberate. “Damn, you’re good at that.” My head falls back as my hands tangle in his hair, holding on for dear life as he shows me just how good.
“I don’t know,” he rumbles against my throbbing pussy. “You’re still talking.”
“I’m chatty, I can’t h-he—” I break off with a gasp as he drives his tongue deep, grinding his teeth against my clit through his upper lip, sending my arousal spiking, hard and fast. “Oh my… Oh God…”
“Getting closer to wordless and soaking my face. Good girl,” he murmurs, his dirty mouth making me even wilder.
I moan his name, breath coming faster as I rock against his mouth. He groans again, the sound vibrating between my hip bones as he continues to devour me. He sucks and licks and fucks me with his tongue until I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
Tighter, tighter…
“Yes, yes,” I chant, bucking faster. “Oh God, don’t stop, don’t?—”
He suckles my clit deep, and for moment, I go blind with bliss. I cry out as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life, giving him that “soaking” he was asking for and then some. Still, he doesn’t let up. He keeps working me until I’m trembling, quaking, and so close to spiraling out again.
But I need more than his mouth this time…
“You,” I whimper, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Your dick. Inside me. Now.”
“Just a second. I have a condom in my?—”
“No, I have an IUD,” I say, getting in touch with my bossy side in a major way as my inner walls clench around their own frustrating emptiness. “I’m all clear, and I trust you to tell me if you aren’t.”
“I’m safe,” he says, his breath coming nearly as fast as my own as he sets me back on my feet. “And fuck, baby, I want you bare. But if I take you without a condom, I’m going to come in you. I won’t be able to stop until I pump every bit inside you. Until I fill this tight pussy with come.”
I exhale a tortured whimper I wasn’t aware I was capable of making.
But hell, I’ve never had a man talk to me like that.
I had no clue how much I’d like it…
“Yes, please, yes,” I pant as I rip my top over my head and toss it, exposing my rock hard nipples to the cool air in the bedroom.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he says, his hungry gaze on my breasts now. “How have I neglected these sweet little nipples so long? Look how tight you are, baby.” He cups my small breasts, one in each of his hands, dragging a ragged cry from low in my throat as he caresses my aching tips with his thumbs. “Can you ever forgive me?”
“Yes,” I pant, trembling as he continues to play with my breasts, building the longing vibrating inside until it feels like I’ll detonate at any moment. “Just inside me. Please. Now.”
With a curse, he spins toward the bed, guiding me onto the mattress. He pulls back long enough to get rid of the rest of his clothes and then his big body is hovering over mine. He nudges my legs wider and settles between them, his cock nudging against my entrance as he kisses me, murmuring against my lips, “So wet for me. Fuck, I love how wet you are, Steph. How much you want this cock.”
“Yes. So much, so bad.” I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “Now, Tank. Please, now.”
His breath stutters out, his forehead dropping to mine. “Tell me you need my cock inside you, Teach. Tell me you need me to fill you up. Because I’m a dirty bastard, and I need to hear it again. I need your sweet voice in my ear telling me you’re dying for me to fuck you until you milk my dick dry.”
I can barely think straight, I’m so turned on, but I manage to eke out, “I need you to fill me. I need it so much.”
And that’s all it takes. He thrusts into me with a groan, filling me in one sharp motion. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as my body struggles to adjust to a cock much larger than any I’ve had before.
He’s so thick, and so long, that it’s almost too much.
He stills, giving me a beat to adjust, his breath hot against my neck. “Breathe, Steph. I’m sorry if I went too fast, baby. You just… Fuck, you drive me crazy. But you’re so tight on me. So damned tight. Am I hurting you? Never want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
“No, it’s okay,” I assure him, my hands skimming down his powerful back. “I just need a second.”
“Take all the time you need, baby,” he murmurs, his hips rocking gently against mine, just enough to make my clit throb. “I’m in no rush. I just want to make you feel good. I’m sorry my dick is a fucking monster in comparison to this sweet, little pussy.”
“She’s not that sweet.” I gasp, my hips lifting to meet his as “a little too much” quickly becomes “just enough.” I relax, leaning into the wave of pleasure that washes through me as he teases my nipples between his fingers and thumb. “Suck my nipples? Please?”
“I told you, you never have to say please,” he says as he bends to suck my nipple between his lips.
To suck and lick and roll them between his teeth, until I’m wiggling beneath him, pulsing and aching and begging him to move with every squirm of my hips.
“You ready, Teach?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Yes, now,” I gasp, my head falling back as he nips at my throat. “Fuck me now. Fuck me deep.”
“With pleasure, baby. Steph, God, you’re…” He trails off with a groan, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow and languid, at first, each one dragging a moan from my lips.
He’s everywhere, his body pressing into mine, his cock filling every inch of me, his mouth on my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. His hands roam, touching, teasing, driving me wild.
“Tank. God, I’m going to come, I’m so close,” I gasp, my hands sliding down to grip his ass, urging him deeper, faster.
He growls, his hips snapping harder, driving into me. My orgasm starts to crest again, but it’s even tighter this time. Wilder. So intense I’m a little afraid of what’s going to happen next.
He must feel it, too, this tsunami of pleasure rising inside me. His breath starts to come in ragged gasps, his thrusts growing more erratic.
“Yes, let go. Let go and come on my cock, baby. Come on me, come for me,” he growls, his hand sliding between us until his thumb presses against my clit.
I cry out, my body tightening around him as my inner walls begin to clutch and spasm. He groans, his hips slamming forward one last time as he follows me over the edge. He buries himself deep, his cock throbbing inside me as he empties himself into where I’m coming so hard, I know I must be milking every drop, just like he told me he wanted.
And thank God for IUDs because my man comes in the same “over the top” way he does everything else.
I honestly don’t know if a condom could have contained him.
By the time he’s done, his release is leaking out of me to flood the mattress, and I’m silently congratulating myself on buying that extra set of sheets. We’re definitely going to need them.
Finally, we collapse together, catching our breath as the last waves of bliss throb between us. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and I feel a sense of peace that I’ve never felt after sex before.
Especially not sex as sticky as this.
“Tell me this pussy is mine to worship? Just mine?” he asks, squeezing my hip. “At least for now? Because at the moment, I can’t handle the thought of any other man coming inside you.”
“No other man ever has,” I say, a shy smile curving my lips as he pulls back, gazing down at me with surprise. “I never wanted to without a condom before. But tonight… With you…”
“Fuck, woman,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening. “Keep talking like that, and you’re going to have me hard again in ten seconds.”
I bite my lip as I trace patterns on his lightly sweaty back. “Oh no,” I whisper. “Hard again? That would be terrible.”
“It would be,” he agrees, playing along with a half-smile that’s unbearably sexy. “Especially if I’m hard and can’t fuck you. Because I can’t, Steph. Not until you tell me I’m the only one who gets to feel you like this, all bare and swollen and gushing on my cock.”
I exhale another whimper, that new sound he’s brought creeping up my throat on horny kitten feet. “My pussy is a Tank only zone, Grunty. For the foreseeable future.”
“Yes. Just me, just us,” he says, rolling his hips, making me gasp as I feel him getting harder, longer…
“Just us. I loved feeling you fill me up,” I whisper, my heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes flare in response. “Pumping so hard until you came deep inside me with nothing between us.”
It’s clearly exactly what he wanted to hear.
Which is good, because it’s true.
I did love it. I love everything about being with him, and I can’t wait to do everything we just did again.
And again and again…