Tank (7 page)

Her words made speech near impossible, but he cleared his throat and tried anyway. “Who said this was your punishment? Now, get to work.”

She bent over it, all the while looking him in the eye. With eyes still locked, she rubbed his cock over those red lips, her little wet tongue coming out with quick flicks to torture him. She engulfed him, but just as quickly let him go, and began to rub his cock against her cheek and jaw.

He was going to come from her playing with him, and that wasn’t going to happen. He was going to bend her over that desk and do things to that ass. Then later, he was going to bite her and make her his mate.

It was going to be a hell of a night.

He wrapped his hand in her hair. Looking at her to make sure he didn’t hurt her, he guided her over his cock. “Enough playing. Now suck it until I tell you to stop.”

With a little moue she let him guide her, his dick disappearing between those red lips and down her throat. He moaned and adjusted in the seat, not taking his eyes from where her mouth was stretched around him, but hell if he was going to stay here long.

Remember, sex with her bent over the desk.
Eyes on the prize, Tank.

She moved on him, the suction perfect. He filed away deep into his brain image of Jess giving him a blowjob in the office. They hadn’t gotten to it the night they were here, and he’d regretted it every day since. It was more perfect than the fantasy he’d had by a wide margin, and he was going to do this with her many times in the future.

But this time he pulled her away. He brought his head down and gave her a quick, hard kiss, and then he said, lips a breath away from hers. “Stand up and take your top off.”

In only moments her sweater was gone, and Tank knew if his dick wasn’t already free, it would have broken through the zipper.

Jess was wearing a red satin corset, the tops of her breasts offered up like plump delicacies.
“Fuck me,”
he breathed.

“Well, I’d rather you fucked me,” Jess answered, the smug evident in her voice.

“Oh I will.” There was no doubt about that. The only question was how long he was going to last. He ran his hand over his cock, and if they way it jumped from even that light touch was anything to go by, he wasn’t going to last long at all. “I want to see your nipples. Pull them out.”

With a quick movement, Jess freed her breasts enough that her pretty pink nipples peaked out over the edge. Tank swallowed hard. “Bend over and grab the edge of the desk, Jess.”

As instructed she leaned over his desk, grabbing the sides to steady herself and thrusting her ass out.

The skirt was tight, but not so tight he couldn’t raise it up, lifting it so it bunched around her waist.

She was wearing garters, delicious little bands against the white of her thighs.

The smack reverberated in the small office. Jess’s shocked gasp closely following. “Tank!”

“This is your punishment.” The small smack might have shocked her, but if the way she was moving her ass was any indication, she enjoyed it. So he did it again, and again, and again, and was rewarded little mewls of excitement. “Are you ever going to be so careless with my heart again?”

“No, I swear I’m not.”

He pulled her red lace panties down and helped her step out of them, keeping her legs spread and not allowing her to close them together. Running his hand over her cunt showed how wet she was, and without any more foreplay he plunged two fingers inside her. He pumped, making sure he hit that little spot that always made her squeal.

She was panting this time as well, those sexy cries that had his balls tightening without any other stimulus.

This was going to be quick, dirty, and fucking awesome – for both of them. That is, if he could keep it together longer than a teenager.

Only one way to find out.

Without further foreplay he plunged into her and started moving hard and fast without build-up. With one hand he reached around and started working her clit with the same intensity. He needed her to come now, or else he was coming without her.

Thank heavens this playing had the same effect on her as it had on him, because within a few dozen strokes her pussy clamped around him, trying to milk everything from him. “
Tankkkkk….”
She called out, the orgasm bringing a tremor to her voice as well as the rest of her body.

He rode her through her orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, and just as she finished he pulled out, swinging her around and pushing down on her shoulders. “Kneel. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

The realization of what he wanted flashed over her face, and then she was on her knees, that sinful red mouth open and waiting.

The visual did it. He directed himself above her and with only a few more strokes he came, over her mouth and over those pretty plump breasts that were offered up so nicely. Thick white ropes decorated her skin, over the red of her lips and the pink of her nipples. He came harder and longer than he could ever remember, wanting to paint every inch of her.

When it was over he fell on his ass, his body boneless after the strength of his orgasm. And damn her, even after that, all she had to do was run a finger over her breast and scoop up some of his come, then take that same finger and stick it into her mouth, sucking on it like she had his dick earlier, and his dick was trying to rise so it could once again be inside her.

He gave a weak, choked-off laugh. “You’re killing me.”

“I’m only trying to clean up. You’re the one who messed me up.”

“Oh yeah, and I’m going to do it again and again.”

She licked her lips, and fuck yes, no doubt, she was trying to kill him off. “I can hardly wait.”

He leaned over, giving her a hot, wet, open mouthed kiss. “Baby, I’m happy to tell you, we’re just getting started.”

‡

B
eth dragged herself
through the front door of her apartment, barely closing it before stumbling towards her couch and tossing herself down, closing her eyes and letting out a tired sigh.

God knew Regan was the best sister Beth could have asked for. She adored her, loved her, and was grateful for everything Regan shielded from her life. They never talked about it, but Beth was aware of the truth of their life growing up, and how much abuse Regan endured to keep Beth relatively innocent in their world. Added to that, there was the fact that their world was still a dangerous place, especially with the pack war, and Regan was doing her best so that Beth could have a normal life even with that going on.

None of that changed the fact that Regan could be a pain in the ass, especially when she thought she was protecting Beth, and it needed to stop. Beth was no longer a child, and she was getting tired of having to justify every move, thought, and action to big sister.

No, she wasn’t the fighter Regan was, or had the strength of the wolves. It didn’t mean she was an idiot or incapable of being out on her own though.

Beth rubbed the heel of her hands into her eyes, willing the tension away. She didn’t want this night to devolve into being mad at Regan until she fell asleep, then endure dreams that kept on with the mad theme. She needed to relax. Maybe a glass of wine.

Beth opened her eyes, and a scream locked into her throat as she took in the man above her, his hazel eyes feral as his gaze locked with hers.

As she shrunk into the couch he leaned down and pressed his nose into her neck, breathing deep. A heartbeat, two, three before he pulled back, those eyes still lit by devil’s fire. “You’re not my mate, so why the
fuck
can’t I stop thinking about you?”

The End

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Tank
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