Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
TANK
T he morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft streaks across the room. I blink awake, my body still heavy with sleep, but my mind already humming.
Buzzing.
Making plans.
You should go get her breakfast. Start that spoiling you were planning yesterday. Some healthy hippie shit. Show her you know what she likes.
Before I can agree that that’s a great idea, my cock pipes up, Or we could give her something else we know she likes, first. Like, say…half a dozen orgasms? Look at her, man. Seriously. Look at that gorgeous fucking woman. Right now.
I shift to the left, glancing down.
Steph’s curled up against me, her body heat seeping into my side, her breath steady and slow. Her braids trail across the pillow, her lips are slightly parted, and her golden-brown skin is practically glowing in the early morning light.
My dick is right, she’s beautiful. Stunning.
A sexy little angel.
But I’ve been around the block enough to know that a decent man always listens to his heart before his hard-on.
There will be time to worship her body after I’ve brought her one of those chia smoothie bowls she loves. The kind with the dragon fruit and granola and little curls of freshly grated coconut. Truth be told, she’s kind of got me hooked on the damned things, too. Though I’ll never crave a peanut butter acai with extra protein powder as much as I crave her tight body.
I start to slide out of bed, but the second my skin draws away from hers, she stirs. Her arm tightens around me with a soft moan of protest. I freeze, but after a beat, it becomes clear that she’s still asleep.
I carefully circle her wrist with my fingers, lifting her limp arm up and over to rest on the mattress. She sighs again as I release her wrist and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down to reveal more glowing skin as she moves.
More bare skin…
We both passed out naked after round four last night. Now, her high, firm breasts—smaller than most women I’ve been with, but totally fucking perfect—are right there, her nipples slowly pulling tight in the cool morning air.
I freeze again, my breath catching in my throat.
Just a taste, just one kiss, maybe two, my cock pipes up again as he swells against my thigh.
I know I should ignore that troublemaking fucker (literally), but I can’t help myself. I need to know if her skin still tastes like vanilla salt and sunshine this morning.
Moving slowly, I scoot lower on the mattress, curling my tongue around her pebbled skin before I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth. She lets out a moan, and her body arches into me, but she doesn’t speak or move to thread her fingers through my hair.
She’s still asleep and though I know I shouldn’t wake her—it’s the first day she’s taken totally off in forever, and I’m sure she’d like to sleep in—I can’t help swirling my tongue around her nipple again. And again, teasing, flicking, dragging my teeth lightly over the sensitive tip until her moan turns into a whimper.
“Tank,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. “First thing in the morning, huh?”
“I can stop,” I promise, starting to pull back.
But her hand molds to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, holding me in place. “Don’t you dare stop.”
With a smile, I whisper, “Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful.” I shift my attention to her other breast, sucking harder, laving, before I trap the beautiful nipple I just left behind between my fingers, rolling it in circles.
Her spine bows with a sharp intake of breath. She lifts her hips, spreading her legs, offering me a silent invitation I have no intention of refusing.
I curse softly as I glide my fingers between her legs, where she’s already soaked, her clit swollen and begging for attention. And just like that, my mouth is watering for her like Pavlov’s dog.
“Can I taste you again?” I ask as I continue to tease her swollen pussy.
She arches a brow. “You think you have to ask?”
“Some women don’t like it,” I say, penetrating her with a single digit, loving the way she shivers in response. “Especially not as much as I like to do it. I could eat pussy all day…especially yours, Teach. You have an especially sweet and addictive little cunt.”
She makes a sound that’s half giggle, half turned on sigh. “I even like the way you say the ‘c’ word. What have you done to me? Everything about you drives me crazy, Grunty.”
I grunt, playing along, making her laugh as I kiss my way down her body. Then, I make her moan as I bury my face between her legs, licking her in long, slow strokes, savoring the taste of her. I keep at it until she’s squirming, writhing, bucking into my mouth as her fingers fist in the sheets.
Until my cock is so hard, I’m leaking pre-cum, but I’m not about to take this any farther until she gives me the rush I’m here for.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling around my head.
I moan against her clit as I fuck her harder with my tongue, plunging in deep, then circling her clit until her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps. She’s getting close. I can feel it in the tension in her thighs, in the way her back arches off the bed, pressing her core even closer to my lips, my tongue.
“Yes, oh, Tank. Oh God, I’m coming. Coming so hard,” she cries out as she falls apart, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she comes, her juices flooding my mouth.
I drink her in, moaning in appreciation, my cock throbbing and my balls so heavy between my legs it’s almost painful.
I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Letting myself taste her , and damn if her mouth isn’t sweet, even first thing in the morning. I don’t know what hippie magic she’s working with that weird organic toothpaste in her bathroom—the one I spread on with a finger before bed since I don’t have a toothbrush here…yet—but I’m here for it.
I’m here for everything about her.
She whimpers into my mouth, her hands roaming over my chest, down to my cock. She wraps her hand around me, stroking me slowly, her eyes locked on mine. “Inside me?” she whispers, her voice husky with desire.
Her fingers tighten around my cock, stroking me slow and deliberate, her thumb swiping over my leaking tip. I groan, my hips bucking into her fist as her lashes flutter in a way that makes my pulse spike.
“I love this cock,” she murmurs, her voice still morning rough and sexy as hell. Her nails scrape lightly down my shaft, and I hiss through my teeth. “It’s just perfect. How does it feel to have the world’s most perfect cock?”
“It’s too big,” I grit out, fighting the urge to drive inside her, letting her play. “I know that sounds like some kind of dumb flex but…” I suck in a breath as she squeezes me tighter again. “But it’s not. It causes problems sometimes.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Nah, it’s just right. Once you get used to it. And I know just how I want to get used to it this morning.”
She pushes at my chest with her free hand, and I eagerly obey, letting her guide me onto my back. I bite my lip, soaking her in as she shifts to straddle my thighs. Her pussy glistens inches above my cock, the sight so fucking erotic, I have to jerk my eyes up to keep from blowing my load on her stomach.
And damn…I’m so glad I do.
She really does look like an angel this morning, with the morning light forming a halo around her head, her cheeks pink from coming for me, and the flush spreading down her chest.
To those dusty rose nipples that are my favorite nipples ever…
I reach for her breasts, but she bats my hands lightly away. “Just a second, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”
My hands find her hips instead, my fingers curling into the strong muscles of her ass. “Yes, ma’am, Teach. Boss me around as much as you like.”
“Yeah?” She bites her lip, but her grin slips through. “You don’t mind if I’m the bossy one, sometimes?”
I shake my head, throat tight as she shifts her hips, spreading some of that slick heat between her legs over my aching length. “Not even a little bit. You’re hot when you’re bossy. But then, you’re hot all the time.” I lose the battle against a groan. “Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re dripping all over my cock and it’s killing me, baby. Fucking killing me.”
“But what a way to go,” she murmurs as she grinds in slow circles on my already suffering shaft, making sweat break out on my upper lip. Her clit brushes against the base of my cock, and she shudders, her thighs trembling. “You’re so hard, Theodore. It looks like it hurts,” she whispers, rocking her hips in tiny circles now, teasing herself as much as me. “Do you need some relief?”
“So damned bad,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Then come and get it,” she says, her eyes dancing.
Taking her up on the invitation, I mold my hands to her ribs and pull her sharply forward.
She gasps, her hands flying to brace on either side of my face as I crush her lips to mine. One hand around the back of her neck now, I hold her close, murmuring between kisses, “Put me inside you, beautiful. Or I’m going to roll us over and do the job myself.”
“With pleasure,” she says as she reaches between us, guiding my cock to her entrance.
The first inch is torture. She sinks down slowly, her pussy clamping around me like a vise, hot and slick. My fingers dig even tighter into her hips, but then she whispers, “You can touch my nipples now. Play with them.” Her voice trembles slightly as she takes me deeper. “Suck them…”
I groan, thumbs coming to softly circle her nipples as she lowers herself another fraction. Her head tips back, a broken moan spilling from her lips. I tighten my grip, pinching her swollen tips lightly between my fingers.
“Oh Tank, oh yes,” she gasps, her inner muscles fluttering around me. “Just like that, oh God?—”
She drops the rest of the way, swallowing me whole, and we both cry out. Her nails rake down my chest as she starts to move, her hips rolling in a wild, desperate, grinding rhythm that has me seeing stars.
“Jesus,fuck,” I choke out, still working her tits as she works my dick the way only a woman as intimately in touch with her own body as Steph is can. She’s a goddamned revelation, and I’m about to lose my ever-loving mind a minute in. “Gotta slow down, sweetheart. It’s too much, you’re going to milk my cock dry in ten seconds if you don’t?—”
“Yes, now, come, now,” she pants, grinding harder, wilder. “I’m going to come, Tank. I’m going to come. Come with me, please, oh God?—”
She tucks her chin, muffling her cry against my neck as her pussy spasms around me like a fist as she finds her release. I follow her over the edge with a groan, pumping her full of my come, the knowledge that I’m the only man to ever fill her making me as wild as it did last night.
I come and come, giving her every drop, until I’m so rung out all I can do is lie in the tangle of sheets afterward, panting, as she lies boneless on top of me.
We’re a mess of tangled limbs and sweat-slick skin, her head on my chest, my fingers absently tracing circles on her lower back when she finally whispers several minutes later, “Let’s never leave this room.”
I grin up at the ceiling. “Agreed. I’m so glad I didn’t go get that smoothie bowl.”
She lifts her head just far enough to gaze down at me. “What?”
“I was on my way to get you a smoothie bowl when you rolled over. I saw how pretty your breasts looked in the morning light and…got distracted.”
She grins. “I like that you got distracted.” She arches a playful brow. “But I also like smoothie bowls. And all we had for dinner last night was cheese and crackers in between banging, and that’s not enough to fuel a body, Theodore. You need vitamins and minerals.”
“Vitamins and minerals,” I echo. “You don’t say, Stephanie?”
She nods seriously. “I do say. So, breakfast? Then more banging?”
“Sounds like a plan, gorgeous, but I’m going to need to shower first,” I say. “I can’t get sweaty and come out smelling like a rose like some people. What kind of hippie yoga magic keeps you from having morning breath, by the way?”
She rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. “You’re crazy. Of course, I have morning breath. I was worried about it when you kissed me.”
“You shouldn’t have been,” I say, patting her ass affectionately. “You’re delicious, from head to toe and every place in between.”
She reaches back, grabbing my wrist before I can dip my fingers between her legs again. We’re still joined, but I’m pretty sure I could get a couple fingers on her clit if I tried…
“No, mister, no more of that,” she says firmly. “Not until we’re clean and fed. I can feel my blood sugar plummeting. Last one to the shower buys coffee on the walk over.”
Before I can reply, she’s off my cock—sadness—and headed toward the bathroom, her ass swaying with every step. I admire it for a moment, deciding it really is the perfect ass, round and tight and?—
“Are you coming?” she asks over her shoulder. “Or are you going to lay there staring at my butt all day?”
I grin. “It’s a really nice butt.”
She props a hand on her hip with a mock-disappointed shake of her head. “When I die of starvation, they’ll have to put—her boyfriend stared at her butt too long instead of feeding her, and now she’s gone, poor woman—on my headstone.”
I grin wider. “Boyfriend. I’m your boyfriend. I almost forgot that part. What a lucky son-of-a-bitch I am.”
And I am.
I go right on believing that until camp starts two weeks later, and I get one hell of a wake-up call.