by Nicole Snow
I was still shaking and groaning lightly when he pulled away. Cool air snapped against the firestorm he'd left on my skin, except for the places where his lips gingerly stamped my skin, working their way up.
He held me, making sure I could stand on my own two feet. When he was on his, I wrapped my arms around him, throwing my face against his broad chest.
“Tank,” I whispered.
Nothing else. All I needed was him and that sharp one syllable word.
“Fuck, babe. Love the way you stick to my lips.” He flattened one hand on the small of my back and jerked me forward, lifting my legs out of my fallen clothes as he pulled me up into his arms. “Now, it's time to leave that shit behind. We're going upstairs.”
“Mmmm!” I grabbed for his neck, loving the way he cradled me like I was weightless.
The raging fire he'd dashed only a minute ago was back, beating louder than ever in my blood. My inner whore surfaced, the bad girl I'd always wanted to be. I dug my fingernails into his neck, craning for another kiss.
Tank and I locked tongues as he carried me up, straight to my room. It wasn't much. The club's recent cash infusion hadn't changed my spartan life much at all yet with so much going to the loans.
But it was plenty fine for what was going to happen next. I let my legs hang, gently bobbing my feet, brushing his side.
Halfway up the stairs, he broke his kiss and stopped. “Damn, babe. You kiss me again like that, and I'm gonna take you right here on the stairs, sixty degrees high and balls deep.”
I licked my lips and resisted the wicked temptation to do what he asked. Tank doubled the last few steps, heading straight for my room. Inside, he kicked the door shut with one foot.
Spinning, I slipped from his grasp and padded on the floor. He swooped in, pressing me up against the wall next to my dresser, smothering me in another breathless kiss.
My hands reached for his chest, finally savoring those muscles I'd wanted for so long. Moving my hands, I swept his cut aside. His broad shoulders jerked, helping it drop to the floor, and now there was nothing hiding him except the tight gray shirt underneath.
My nails tensed against his rock hard abs, perfectly poised. I chewed his bottom lip, felt him grunt fire in my mouth. Tank pulled away, but I wouldn't let go, holding his lips with my teeth until his strong neck broke the kiss.
“So fucking hot. You wanna play rough, Em? Didn't know you were that kinda girl.” He reached behind my head and fisted my hair, giving it a swift jerk.
Tension throttled my veins. It wasn't just desire anymore, it was total need. I needed him to take me hard. Rough just like he said.
Slowly, I raked my nails along his chest, dragging them up as we kissed. Tank pushed me against the wall and took a step back, never taking his eyes off mine. His hands grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled. He rolled it off his head, and I was face-to-face with the devil incarnate, all the menacing ink I'd seen while he was sick.
Except this was different. This time, the Prairie Devil's intense grin matched the fire in his eyes, the promise that I wasn't walking away before I turned to ash.
He leaned in, reaching for my hair, jerking my face to his chest. “Go ahead. Show me what you can do with that sweet tongue, babe. I know there's a sexy fucking knockout hiding behind that shy little nurse. Let her play.”
“I'll try.” My face reddened.
His words snapped me back to the insane reality of what was happening here. With my old hookups in college, I never got crazy into it, never felt driven to perform like I did now.
I wanted to please Tank as bad as I needed him to work me over. Shaking off the reluctance, I wrapped my arms tight, pulling against his hand as he guided my face to his chest.
God, he tasted as good as he smelled, as sweet as his lips. I kissed my way down his chest, planting one peck right on the Devil's black mouth. Then I went lower, lower, tonguing the crevices between his hard abs with my tongue.
I let my hands wander. One went lower, straight to the junction of his huge thighs. If his chest and arms were like stone, they didn't have a damned thing on his cock. My fingers squeezed, rolling back up it, slow and intense.
He sucked sharp air. “Fuck! Let's go, babe. Down and dirty, all the fucking way...you can squeeze it harder than that.”
His fingers twined with my loose blonde locks. One more gentle push and I dropped to my knees, fingering the clasp on his jeans. Tank undid his belt while I worked off the rest, holding my breath as I waited to see that cock with my own greedy eyes.
We both pulled on his pants and boxers. It popped out with a smart snap, and next thing I knew I was looking at the biggest, meanest erection I'd ever seen in my entire life.
Of course, big was nothing but a crappy understatement when it came to him. If his most tender part didn't match the rest of him, it would've been a sin. Thankfully, God wasn't cruel.
The biggest surprise was at the tip. I gasped when I saw the little silver bead glistening on his swollen head. Tank rubbed his hands through my hair and grinned.
“What's the matter, babe? You never seen a pierced dick before?”
I answered him by sucking my lip.
Mind. Blown.
This whole crazy adventure had just flipped up another notch. My pussy pulsed, tensing between my legs when I imagined what it would feel like against my bare wet silk.
No delays. We'll never find out if we don't get that thing as hard as it can go.
I reached forward and rubbed him, hungry to explore every inch.
The heat in his eyes peaked as I leaned forward, nuzzling his thigh with one cheek. My hand went around his monstrous shaft and rolled up it. It seemed like it took forever to reach the tip. I clenched my fingers tighter as I went, fisting his girth, loving the molten heat pulsing against my fingers.
Holy shit.
The fever in my blood quickened. I vaguely wondered how I'd ever fit him inside me, but damned if I wasn't going to try. He'd be a very snug fit, and the bead was just the icing on top.
I stroked him up and down, finding my rhythm, waiting until he closed his eyes and rocked back a little before I took the next step. When he wasn't expecting it, I shifted and placed his cock at the tip of my mouth, giving it a small peck before I opened wide.
“Oh, babe. That's it.” His fingers pulled at my hair. “Right. Fucking. There.”
Yes, sir, I thought, sucking harder.
My tongue swirled around his fat head, discovering his taste, his shape, his fire. I went as deep as I could. It was an accomplishment just to draw in a few inches of his heavy cock.
His balls puckered in my hand as I bobbed up and down. My tongue flicked his surface, focusing on the metal bead, swirling it around and around. His fluid trickled into my mouth, oily lubrication, an omen of the torrent that was sure to come when he did.
I moaned louder, never taking my lips off his cock. He seemed to enjoy the extra vibration, stiffening when I let my tongue, voice, and fingers all work in unison.
His balls were boiling, getting hotter beneath my palm. I squeezed them a little harder, losing myself in his taste and scent and my own thick, wet cream.
“Fuck! Okay!” He jerked on the blonde reins in his hand, pulling me off him. “Hell of a warm up, babe, but I want the whole fucking mile. It'd be a goddamned shame to blow my load down your throat when I haven't had that pussy. Let's go.”
He grabbed my wrist and picked me up. More kissing, more of his hands all over me. I leaned into him, rubbing my bare hips against his cock, brushing my slick folds over it. Each time I moved, we both jerked, shocked by the anticipation of being so damned close to being joined, fucking like animals in rut.
He ripped off my top and bra in a flash, pushing me down sideways on the bed. His huge bulk completely covered me. His hands grabbed at my breasts, pinning me down, helpless and wide open for more of those sultry deep kisses.
My nipples throbbed between his fingertips. He alternated between rough and gentle, sh
ifting for a better angle, pinching one bud while he rolled the other in a mad circle with his tongue.
Was torture the right word for something so amazing?
I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I couldn't take much more than a solid minute. I needed him inside me, and I needed it now.
I rubbed my smooth legs on his, brushing up their hairy, muscular trunks, trying to make him feel the insatiable need inside me. It must've worked because he jerked up, eyes all dark except for the blaze in the center.
“Fucking hell...baby girl...” His voice was low, as if it was hard to speak through his lust. “Hope you're fucking ready for this dick because there's no stopping it. Here it comes, babe. Here comes our first fuck, and neither one of us are ever gonna forget it.”
He wasn't screwing around. He was screwing me, and the conviction in his voice was the same as when he swore his new loyalty, before we'd torn off our clothes.
The blood in my head turned thick and hot and strong as whiskey. It buzzed until I nearly blacked out, shivering in awe when I felt his swollen cock against my folds. It lingered there for a second. Just rubbing, working, teasing my clit.
Then Tank raised his massive body up and pushed. His cock angled down, found my entrance, and slid in, filling me to completion in a white hot second.
“Oh!” I grunted, eyes wide, trying to stop tensing up so I could relax and take every wonderful inch.
He wasn't waiting. He kept pushing, deep as he could go, breath pouring ragged from his lips.
“Christ, Em. You're so fucking wet! Tightest pink glory I've ever felt in my whole damned life. Hold on, babe. Grab onto something. This fucking train's going off its rails and there's no stopping it.”
He lifted himself up and thrust back again, ramming his thickness deep, stretching my tender flesh. My legs pinched tight around him. My vision blurred and I think I screamed.
Tank moved like the world's biggest and baddest tattooed piston between my legs, grunting each time he spiked down, throwing all his energy into his hips. I didn't notice the bead on his cock during the first few strokes. But when I did, it turned every nerve to instant fire.
Oh, oh, oh.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
My clit throbbed and sang. All the blood in my body pooled below the waist, charging me up like a battery about to explode. The insane friction in all the places he touched was too much, too hot, too perfect.
I reared up and convulsed, throwing my hands around his neck, digging in for dear life. My pussy clenched harder than ever, sucking at his hardness, shooting straight to heaven each time that nasty little bead tapped my soft wall.
I must've scratched the hell out of him, but he didn't miss a beat. Tank just kept coming, baring his teeth as he fucked, faster and harder than before. There was no stopping him, not even while my orgasm turned me into a quaking, rasping, uncontrollable slut.
I was just coming down from it when he pulled out. His big hands folded on my hips and picked me up, flipping me around.
“On your hands and knees, babe.” He reached for my wrists and spread my hands on the old headboard. “You're gonna need all the leverage you can get when I bust inside you. I'm fucking coming soon and I'm not pulling out.”
With one hand, he spread my legs apart, grabbed both my shoulders, and pushed back in. The bed shook like an earthquake as he fucked the living hell out of me. My breasts flopped wild underneath me, shaking as much as my knees. I clawed at the headboard for support, trying to remember to breathe.
The level headed nurse in my head wagged her finger. I shouldn't have been taking him without a condom, even if I was on birth control. But it was too damned good to stop. I punched the nurse out cold and let him take me, leading me into the tsunami of pleasure rushing at me from behind.
I felt like a virgin again. No man had ever taken me like this, down on all fours, ramming himself into me like an animal. And Tank was a savage fucking beast, digging his thick fingers into my ass, slapping it with his pubic bone each time he dove deep.
I slipped and fell down face first on the pillow. Just in time because all my muscles were winding up, ready to take flight, hurling me off the cliff.
I threw my legs around his, squeezing with all my might, and ripped loose. I came, screaming at first and then freezing in electric silence, blazing past a hundred degrees as he kept pumping.
“Oh, fuck! Don't you stop coming, Em. I'm filling this sweet little cunt up now.”
I blinked through the ecstasy, and then my eyes snapped open, rolling in their sockets. His cock swelled, bigger than before, pulsing against my cervix. He held it there, growling as he emptied his balls, firing jet after jet of hot seething come up into me.
Now, it was my turn to grunt and thrash like an animal. My half-spent orgasm started all over again, hips bucking at his cock. Tank cursed and hollered, losing his mind as my greedy pussy milked him.
Fuck!
It was the last word I heard from him before I faded. The buzz in my head ignited like a sun, burning up everything, knocking out all my senses except the unstoppable tingle between my legs. The pleasure came in sharp rhythmic bursts, my sex pulsing with his, a vessel locked together to take his steaming essence.
His loud, ragged groan brought me back to life. He slipped out of me and left his seed to spill, shaking the bed as he moved around.
Tank crashed down on his back. It sent a ripple through my little bed, tossing me high. I landed on my chest, savoring the sweet moist heat on his chest. All his manly sweat mingled with the spice and motor oil that was always there. Just past his skin, the entire room smelled like sex, and I had a feeling it was only going to get heavier.
“Rest up, babe. The night's young. I'll tell everybody in the club to walk on eggshells tomorrow so there's no extra shit waiting for you.” He smiled, touching his big hard forehead to mine.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Nobody's getting hurt and dragging you over for work. In case you didn't know, I haven't had a good fuck for months, and you're the only damned woman who's been on my mind morning, noon, and night. By the time we're finished, neither one of us is gonna be able to walk.”
I laughed. Tank moved in for another kiss. One lead to another, and soon his magnificent cock was stiffening against my thigh. He rubbed it against my leg, wrapping one hand on my ass.
His palm came down on my skin, clasping me tight. I jerked, flapped against his erection, and looked at him in shock.
Did he really just...spank me?
“Spread those pretty legs when I say. You understand claiming you means we're fucking on demand, right?” Before I could answer, he smothered my lips in another heavy kiss. “When I'm not with my brothers, I'm gonna be right between your legs, Em. Can't even look at you without my balls giving me shit. I'll take you out, yeah, anywhere you want. Just as long my dick ends up right where it belongs, right in this tight fucking pussy that belongs to me.”
He cupped my mound and squeezed.
Insane. I should've told him I didn't want to be controlled. But as soon as his skin was against mine, his lips engulfing everything, I melted, surrendering to the big oak who dominated my whole mad world.
VII: Gone to Hell (Tank)
My phone growled on the floor sometime at the ass crack of dawn.
I woke up in a stupor. One glance of Emma's perfect ass reminded me where I was, and what happened too.
Not like I could fucking forget for anything. Even if my brain did, my dick remembered, savoring the feel of her sweet pussy wrapped around all ten inches. The phone rumbled again, somewhere in my discarded jeans.
“Fuck,” I muttered softly. Tried hard not to wake her up as I shuffled around the dark room, snatching at my clothes on the floor.
Blaze was on the line. The Prez told me to get my ass back to the clubhouse ASAP. Our patch over with the Rams had him more on edge than usual. He sounded pissed, demanding I drag myself in earlier than usual to check all the gear one more time before we he
aded over to meet them.
I threw on my clothes, stuffed the phone in my pocket, and eyed Emma sadly. Leaving so soon was the last fucking thing I wanted, but orders were orders. Brothers were family.
The club was my whole life. It was one helluva night, but I still had a long road to figure out how I was gonna weave her into this insane existence seamlessly. Safely too.
Sorry, babe. I've gotta get this shit over with, I thought, taking one last good long look.
No longer. Staring too much would've made my cock rage. Going into a situation like what was ahead, I didn't need any distractions.
A quick run out the door and I was on my bike, roaring down the road. When I got to the clubhouse and parked, Blaze was already outside with Stinger, waiting for me.
“Where the fuck were you?” Blaze growled, coming toward me as I climbed off my Harley. “I saw you going after her. You didn't back here all night. Dammit, Tank, if you hurt that poor girl again I'll –“
“We had a long talk. Everything between us is cool. Call her yourself if you don't believe me, boss.” Fuck. Blaze could be a real asshole sometimes, and I had to muster my strength to keep it respectful. “Just give it a few hours. She's sleeping.”
I looked over his shoulder. Stinger was right behind the Prez, wearing his huge shitty grin. He winked, laughed, and grabbed us both by the shoulders.
“Come on, brothers. Tank knows what he's doing. Glad you were finally able to fuck some sense into her.” He turned to Blaze. “Don't we have more important things to do than yammer about Tank's latest conquest, Prez?”
Blaze looked intense, angry as hell for several long seconds. Then his face wrinkled up and he burst out laughing, beating a heavy hand against my back.
“Your business is your biz, you magnificent bastard. Stinger's right. If Em's cool, then so are we. I just want to get this shit with the Rams done. Let's get to work.”
The sun was barely over the mountains as the club rode in a column. I was third in line, right behind Blaze and Stinger. The rest of the boys followed behind me in a truck, a full compliment except for Roller and the prospects who'd gone West.
