Chapter 9 #4
He wrapped his arm around her neck, playfully messing up her hair. “You’re having a lot of fun at my expense tonight, aren’t you?”
She grinned widely. “At. With. It all seems to work with us.”
It was a simple statement that was just so McKenna. She was open and honest about her feelings and thoughts, which was refreshing. He was too used to women acting the way they thought he wanted in order to capture his attention. With McKenna, what he saw was what he got, and he liked it. A lot.
“I have fun with you, too,” he replied, hoping she knew how sincere he was about that.
“Do I want to know how many miles you’ve put on that bed?” she asked, somewhat hesitantly, her nose crinkled.
“Zero,” he answered honestly.
McKenna laughed, thinking he was joking, but the sound faded when he didn’t join in.
“Seriously?”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought home for dinner and the first to see my bedroom.”
McKenna blinked a few times, and he got the sense she was waiting for him to hit her with some punch line.
He didn’t.
“I…” She paused, then gave him a soft smile. “I’m…” Finally, she just gave up. “I have no idea how to respond to that. I mean, I’m kind of relieved, and also touched and honored that you trust me enough to let me in.”
As far as responses went, that one was pretty awesome.
Tank drew her back into his arms, kissing her again because he was perilously close to saying way too many things that would make it obvious none of this was fake to him.
Things McKenna wasn’t ready to hear.
Yet.
So he let his hands—and lips—do the talking for him.
As they kissed, they took turns undressing each other. He pulled her shirt off, then she tugged his over his head. Her bra was next, followed by his jeans, then hers plus her panties. The last article of clothing to hit the floor was his boxer briefs.
Tank pressed on McKenna’s shoulder encouraging her to sit on the side of the mattress. She lifted her arms, clearly expecting him to climb atop her the way he had in the living room.
He had something else in mind.
McKenna drew in a soft intake of breath when he knelt before her on the floor, parting her thighs with his hands on her knees.
“Tank,” she whispered, as he leaned closer, running his tongue along her slit. “Oh my God.”
Her hands flew to his hair, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if she was going to pull him closer or push him away. He stroked her with his tongue again, then glanced up to see her flushed face and wide eyes.
“No one’s ever…” she started, before nipping on her lower lip.
He knew plenty of guys who claimed they never went down on women because they didn’t like it or it didn’t feed their own arousal.
Those guys were fucking idiots.
As far as Tank was concerned, there was nothing hotter than a woman out of her mind with need.
Unable to resist, he gave her a wink, which had the desired result. She laughed, then rolled her eyes.
After that, it was game on as far as Tank was concerned. He lowered his head, sucking her clit into his mouth as McKenna gasped, falling to her back as her hips sought more from him.
Lucky for her, he had plenty more to give. He continued to lick and suck her clit, as he pushed two fingers inside her now-soaking pussy.
With his free hand, he drew one of her legs up, placing her knee on his shoulder. McKenna followed suit with the other. The position lifted her ass off the mattress slightly, giving him more room to work.
Tank slowly started fucking her with the two fingers buried deep inside her, gradually building speed, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue until she was writhing, gasping…begging.
“God, please, Tank!”
He wondered if she was asking him to make her come or to fuck her. It didn’t matter. He was going to do both…multiple times tonight.
Last week, she’d made a comment shortly after they’d taken their sexy shower together that she’d never had a lover who’d made her come more than once in an evening.
He’d vowed right then and there, he would never leave his girl hanging with just one. McKenna deserved all the orgasms, and he was committed to being the man who gave them to her.
Crooking his fingers inside her, Tank stroked the self-destruct button he’d located last week, and it had the desired effect.
McKenna’s back arched, her legs squeezing tightly around his head as she came loudly.
He loved how noisy he could make his quiet little mouse in bed.
“Jesus!” she cried, when he continued to tease her G-spot, dragging the orgasm out until she went limp, her legs falling heavily off his shoulders. She was short enough that—on his tall bed—her feet didn’t touch the ground.
Tank turned his head, placing a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh before pulling his fingers out and lifting his head.
McKenna’s eyes were closed, her face, neck, and chest all the same bright red, that color always such a strong contrast to her usual porcelain-white complexion.
Her eyelids fluttered open when he rose from the floor. She gave him a soft but oh-so-satisfied smile as she lifted her arms, inviting him to come to her.
Tank tipped his head back. “Climb in, Mouse,” he said, as he pulled the duvet down.
She shifted gracelessly, looking a bit drunk as she tried to move.
Tank opened the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out a condom before joining her. He was slightly surprised to discover McKenna had already caught her second wind, because the moment he rolled the condom on his dick, she was there, pushing on his shoulder, encouraging him to lay on his back.
Tank’s hands gripped her hips as McKenna threw one leg over him, her small hand guiding his cock to her pussy.
He groaned with relief when she sank down, taking him to the hilt, though he knew it was a tight fit for her.
“So big,” she breathed, stilling for a moment. He gave her the time she needed to adjust, despite the fact his body was clamoring for friction and motion and her… God, all of her.
McKenna placed her hands flat on his chest, her face pure wantonness when she pushed upward, until just the head of his dick remained inside before dropping back down.
Tank moaned, resisting the urge to take charge. This was the first time McKenna had assumed the lead, and he loved the way she drove.
Her tits bounced as she rocked up and down on his cock, and his mouth watered for a taste.
“Bend forward,” he demanded.
McKenna frowned, probably because that position limited her movement, but he didn’t give a shit about that. He wanted more.
“Now, Mouse.”
He’d learned quickly how well she responded to his harsher tone, his sharper demands. His mouse might be a powerhouse at work, but in bed, she submitted to him beautifully.
She bent forward, allowing him to shift her. She cried out when he sank his teeth into one of her tight pink nipples.
Tank followed that nip with a lick before he sucked it inside his mouth, treating her nipple to the same rough suction he’d just used on her clit. McKenna’s nails sank into the fleshy part of his upper arm, no doubt leaving marks.
She’d scratched his chest last week, and he’d admired the red streak for two days, sorry to discover it healed the third morning.
“Mark me,” he commanded. “Give me a souvenir of tonight.”
McKenna didn’t need direction or prodding. Instead, she drew her nails down both arms, hard enough to give him the scratches he desired.
He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first as McKenna squirmed on his dick, clearly seeking more.
When he released her nipple with a pop, she pushed upright once again, bouncing rapidly, furiously, greedily on his cock.
Tank added his own fuel to the fire, thrusting his hips upward on every single one of her returns until McKenna thrashed her head from side to side and then back, crying out as her orgasm struck hard.
He held her hips in place, kept a firm grip on her so that every inch of his dick was treated to the massage of her clenching pussy.
It took all his strength not to say fuck it and join her in the throes of passion, but he was a selfish fucker, and he wanted more. Hours and fucking hours of more.
McKenna had barely begun to come down when he flipped their positions, tossing her beneath him on the bed and pounding into her.
She screamed as a third orgasm rumbled through her, and once again, Tank stilled, buried deep, fighting the very devil himself not to let her sweet body milk him dry.
McKenna’s hair was sweaty and plastered to her face, the temperature in the room roughly pushing that of the surface of the sun. Tank felt perspiration coating his own skin, the two of them now slick from their exertions.
Once they finished, he would draw them a bath and the two of them could soak in the soothing jets.
But not yet.
He wasn’t ready to leave her body yet.
Tank didn’t give her time to relax before he withdrew, McKenna’s pussy tightening as if to keep him inside.
She flopped bonelessly to her stomach, his hands guiding her, moving her, because her strength was spent.
Regardless, she didn’t complain or shy away when he lifted her ass until her knees were planted on the mattress beneath her.
Her head was pressed to the pillow so he could only see her in profile. Her eyes were closed, as if she was still riding that cloud of bliss from her last orgasm.
If he had his way, she’d look like that for the rest of the night.
For the rest of their lives.
Gripping her hips again, Tank thrust inside her, straight to the hilt, not bothering to give her time to adjust. She didn’t need it anymore, her body molded to accept him—glove him—perfectly.
Her eyes flew open, and she lifted her head as her fingers clenched in the pillow. When that didn’t provide enough purchase, she released it, her hands pressed flat to the headboard of his bed.
He fucked her hard and fast, calling out her name when her final orgasm triggered his own, the two of them clashing together like titans at war, breaking against each other until they were reduced to nothing but dust.
This was what she did to him.
Destroyed him the best possible way.
Every. Single. Time.
McKenna moaned when he slid out of her body, and he felt the slightest twinge of guilt for taking her so hard.
She was a tiny thing, and he was big…everywhere. He should have taken more care.
“That was fucking amazing.”
Tank chuckled, his guilt miraculously wiped away by her words.
He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Don’t move. I’m going to go run us a bath. I want to introduce you to my big-ass Jacuzzi tub.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed, her eyes closed. “I love him already.”
Tank grinned as he ran the water, adding some Epsom salts to soothe both of their aching muscles.
For the next hour, he dedicated himself to taking care of his gorgeous little Mouse, the two of them cuddling in the tub until the water started to cool.
Once they were back in bed, he tucked her against his chest, unsurprised when she was fast asleep within moments.
Sleep, however, came slower for him.
Because he still had one hell of a hill left to climb.
He wasn’t sure if he’d been smart to let her continue to operate under the ruse that this was all fake, but until he could convince her he wasn’t like every other asshole in her life, he wasn’t prepared to risk losing the best thing that ever happened to him.