Tank

by Trixie Brewster

  “What? You didn’t like it?”

  “Fuck, yes, I did. Don’t want to come in your mouth.” Finding my jeans, I pull out a rubber and roll down. Fuck even that feels fucking good. If I stick my dick in her now, I am going to blow in two seconds. Sitting on the couch, “Woman come here.” She goes to straddle me. “Nu-uh, lay over my lap.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause, thinking you need a spanking for speeding.” She shakes her head, but her thighs are pressed together. Yeah, she wants it. She shakes her head; I know I shouldn’t push, but I want my fucking handprint on her milky ass.

  Chapter 13

  Angela

  If he thinks he going to spank me for speeding, he has another thing coming. I have never been punished, not once in my life. Tank won’t be an exception either.

  “You want my dick?” No, he wouldn’t. When I don’t answer, he does. “You don’t get on my lap, I will walk out of here.” Fucker is using his dick to get what he wants. Sure, I already got off with his lips and tongue eating me out, and damn can that man eat lady bits like nothing else. But damn it I want his dick in me when I was sucking him off, he tasted so fucking good, salty and all fucking Tank. The man is hung. I can give him that. I know I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t but...

  Laying across his lap, it didn’t go unnoticed that he was smiling like the cat that caught the canary. Asshole. He rubs my ass. “Your ass is going to look so good with my handprint.” His hands roaming over my ass feels so good that I push it out when I don’t feel his hands anymore. The loud crack makes me jump, and my lady bits pulse. It shouldn’t feel right, it should hurt, but oddly it doesn’t. He smacks my other ass cheek, and I am panting with need.

  “Another?”

  “Yes, …harder.”

  The smack that he gives jolts my body, and I feel the wetness on my thighs. His hands find my lady bits. “Damn, Angie.” Was all he said as he bent me over the couch. He entered me fast and deep. I groaned out as I felt him rub my ass cheeks. “So, fucking beautiful.” He smacks me again as he starts to move.

  “More…I need…” yelling out breathless my nipples rubbing against the rough material of the couch. All of it is almost too much, almost like a sensory overload. His dick deep in me, the occasional smacks on my ass, my nipples being tortured by my couch.

  “Tell me, Angie, what…do…you…need?” Tank grunts out.

  “More…Tank, I need more!” I yell out as I feel it building. His fingers dig into my hips as his speed picks up, one hand wraps around my hair as he pulls it back. The pain in my scalp was what I needed. I combust around his dick, screaming out his name. My mind is nowhere to be found. I slump forward, and his arm keeps my hips upright as he continues to plow into me. Before I can recover, another orgasm takes me over again. “Tank!” I hear someone yelling out.

  “God woman, you are squeezing my dick so tight. So, fucking tight.” He continues to thrust into me, never letting up as his speed stutters. “Fuck.” He roars out as I feel his dick jumping in me and spilling his cum out. He pulls out and stumbles on the couch, bringing me to him as his breathing regulates back to normal. We are sitting on the couch, trying to catch out breaths. It feels normal like we could watch a movie like this. Well, besides the rough breathing, he is sitting next to me with his arm thrown over my shoulders and me tucked into his side.

  Sampson makes his entrance into the living room. “The fuck is that?” Tank and Sampson lock eyes. My blue-eyed Maine Coon stops his walk and sits down to lick his private area and then glare at Tank for being in the room before he goes back to his business.

  “That is Sampson. My cat.”

  “That is not a cat. That thing is fucking huge. Look at your cat, licking his nuts right there.” Tank’s accusing finger is pointing at my cat. Yes, Sampson is a little on the hefty side.

  “He is just letting you know he is the man in the house.” I try to keep my smile back, but I can’t.

  “By licking his balls. Yeah, I can’t do that. But I did make you scream.”

  “True, but you don’t cuddle.” Tank lets out a rumbling laugh that brings a smile to my face.

  “Is that a challenge? Because I will cuddle your pussy until you tell me no more.”

  “Think you do that, huh? I think your balls are getting too big for you.” I laugh when he picks me up and takes me down the hall. He stops “Room.” I point to my bedroom door.

  I wake up sometime in the night after two more rounds with Tank in my bed. We were exhausted. I was expecting my bed to be empty, but he was still there sound asleep. The big scary biker was a cuddler. His arm was across my waist, and his face was buried in my hair. I had never fallen asleep with a man before. Not at all what I expected.

  I tried to move. I need to go to the bathroom, as soon as I wiggled a little, Tank pulled me in tighter to him. “Tank, I need to go pee.” I tried, but he grumbled in his sleep and threw his leg over me. I was trapped in a cage of Tank. I closed my eyes and sighed before I tried to move again. I finally made my way out of my Tank cage.

  Making it to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and smiled at the woman staring back at me. My hair was a mess, but I looked happy. Tank made me happy, or maybe it was the mind-blowing sex that did it. Whatever the cause, I liked it. Doing my business, I took one last glance in the mirror before turning out the light.

  When I came back in, Tank was sprawled out, taking up my bed. I leaned against the door jam watching him sleep. My sheet was barely coving his hips. His chest was broad and covered in tattoos. I haven’t really been big on tattoos, but the man could rock them. He looked so peaceful asleep. Probably because he wasn’t talking. The man was pure sin walking, and when he opened his mouth, it was worse. I couldn’t keep from pushing him more. The man left himself open for my jabs.

  Sampson jumped on the bed and went straight for his spot, which Tank was laying in. Laying on his chest, Sampson curled up and fell asleep. Well damn, I didn’t expect that. I sighed and made my way to the bed. Tank didn’t move when I got in and snuggled up to his chest and traced a few of the tattoos on his arm. The man was a walking canvas full of art. He had the words live free and ride free tattooed on his inner bicep in block letters. I fell back asleep thinking about those words and what they meant for him.

  Chapter 14

  Tank

  I never stayed over at a woman’s place, hell, I didn’t even let a woman stay in my room at the clubhouse. But when I woke up at Angie’s home, in her bed with her departed to work, and her fucking cat, on my chest, I freaked a little. What got me the most was the fucking note she left me.

  You cuddle a lot in your sleep, and Sampson likes you. Plus, one for you.

  There is breakfast in the fridge.

  Call me later if you want

  Angie

  The woman left me a fucking note and her number. I do not cuddle. I am a biker; bikers don’t ‘cuddle in our sleep. But man, the sex was good. Probably why I slept so damn long. What the fuck is plus one who the fuck does she think I am? I am a grown man, not a fucking child.

  I dialed Red since I was supposed to be riding with more than me.

  “Red, gonna need to borrow you today at the dispensary.”

  “Got it. I will be there.” I took out the breakfast that Angie was talking about, and it was a breakfast burrito full of eggs, bacon, potatoes, cheese, and jalapeños. She wouldn’t cook for me, hah, she made me breakfast.

  By the time I got to the dispensary, Red was already there, and Melissa was laying it on thick to him. I frowned, there was something I didn’t like about her, besides her voice something was off.

  “Why the face?” Melissa asked with a smile. Why the fuck did I agree to hire this woman? Her fucking voice was irritating. Since being with Angie, I didn’t even want her in the same room as me.

  “Don’t know what you are talking about,” I grumbled to her.

  “You didn’t get laid last night? Poor Tank didn’t get his dick sucked?” I didn’t even s
top. Stomping to my office and slammed the door. I could just hole up in here for the day and avoid the woman. She irritated me to no fucking end. She wasn’t worth putting up with, maybe I could fire her ass or something.

  Pulling my phone out, I sent Angie a text.

  Me: Mornin’ Wild Cat.

  She didn’t respond right away, and that was fine. I had shit I needed to do. Going over the paperwork was a damned headache, but it needed to be done. A few hours later and the phone still hadn’t gone off. I was getting a little pissed that she was blowing me off. My phone buzzed, and I snatched it up to see who it was.

  Angie: Afternoon. Sorry I just got your text been in training today. Want to grab dinner later, maybe?

  Me: Fuck yes

  Angie: A little eager, aren’t you?

  Me: Nah, just hungry.

  Angie: Did you eat?

  Me: Yeah, breakfast

  Angie: No, lunch?

  Me: Nah, don’t need it. Where you want to catch dinner?

  The dots were bouncing, and I was waiting on her reply. One night and I was already pussy whipped. Better hope that the brothers don’t find out, the hell that I would get would never stop. But damn it all to hell, the woman is a wild cat in the bedroom. Just a few more times, and she will be out of my system. Maybe if I repeat it enough in my head, it will stick.

  Angie: How about you pick up Chinese and meet me at my place.

  Me: Sure, be there around six. Got to close the shop.

  Angie: Good, Sampson misses you.

  Me: Not funny

  I got back to work and thought about the threat of the Cartel coming after the Irish and might be coming after us. I didn’t want to have to deal with their asses. The Cartel was not someone you wanted beating down your door. Redding wouldn’t know what hit them if they made it here.

  My thoughts drifted to Angie being caught in the middle because she was associated with me. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Angie was a classy woman; she didn’t need to be slumming it with a biker. She proved that shit with teaching Sean and being so damned good with him.

  Not seeing her again wasn’t an option. My thoughts have been skirting around her all damned day. That red hair spilling down her back and around the pillows as I plowed into her. She didn’t tell me to stop, nope. She only asked for more from me.

  “Tank, don’t stop.” She ground out in between my dick burying in her wet hot pussy, pussy that was mine. She was fucking mine. Her legs were to her chest as I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hard. Her hands-on my back then in my hair clawing at me. “Babe, gonna come,” I told her. Fuck her pussy was trying to milk me dry, her tight pussy clamping down on me. “Then, fucking come.” She yelled at me. I didn’t want to come, not before she did. I pulled myself up over her and pressed my thumb to her pulsing clit and rubbed it roughly. She screamed my name repeatedly as she came hard around me. I couldn’t keep it at bay anymore, and I filled the condom up with cum.

  The way she rode my dick like a damned rodeo queen. Fuck me, I had a hard-on just thinking about what we did last night. That red-headed wild cat was getting to me at work.

  Glancing over at the camera feed, Melissa and Red were busy helping a customer. Maybe I could rub one out. Pulling my dick out, I thought about last night and seeing my wild cat. Her red hair spilling over those beautiful tits of hers. Fucking perfect milky white almost porcelain color. Those dusty pink nipples pebbled to hard stone bouncing as she rode my dick. Those green eyes, fuck those green eyes that bore into mine, and didn’t she give me a damned challenge. “Don’t cum yet.” She challenged me. But fuck if my balls didn’t tighten up thinking about it. She leaned forward and pulled on my lip ring with her teeth. My balls were tightening up, just thinking about it. Almost there, I could hear her pleas and moans coming from those sweet lips that felt so damned good wrapped around my dick as her mouth slides over it, and that wicked tongue of hers circling the crown of my dick.

  “Tank, need your help out here.” Red pulled me from my thoughts of Angie.

  “Fuck,” I muttered to myself. “Alright, be there in a second,” I yelled back at the closed door, tucking my still hard and throbbing dick back in my jeans I got up and strode for the storefront.

  “Bitch, why can’t I buy it?” I could hear someone seethe at the counter.

  “Hun, your only sixteen.” Melissa's annoying voice came through my fogged up brain.

  “What seems to be the problem?” I asked as I rounded the hallway. There stood a kid with his pants halfway to his ankles, a baggy tee-shirt on, and a hat on crooked. His eyes got wide when he saw me come around. Yep, my size gets that attention.

  “Tank, he is trying to buy weed, and he isn’t even old enough.” Melissa pleaded her case. I looked at the kid in question.

  “Boy, I think it is time for you to get back to class.” I try, but I can already tell there will be an issue. The kid looks desperate as hell. Desperate people make big mistakes.

  “Look, man, I don’t want to have to hurt anyone. I just need a little weed for my boys, and your bitch is getting in the way.” He nodded at my cut and continued. “Sides,’ I know you will get where I am coming from, being in a gang an’ all. Fell me?” He smiled like we were best buddies or something.

  “Boy, it’s a club, not a gang. Furthermore, I am not risking my license over getting you some weed for your boys, feel me?”

  “You ain’t nothing but a bitch. You’ll pay, big Rick wants his weed, and he will get it.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. My thoughts aren’t where they need to be. This kid got in the way of me getting off before I go and see Angie. I needed that, so I didn’t blow my fucking load too fucking fast.

  “Then send Big Rick in here to get it.” The kid turned around and pulled a gun out. I shook my head and advanced on his punk ass. Before he could take aim, I took the gun away from him and dismantled it. “Get gone, boy, before I do something I shouldn’t.” He turns and leaves. I look at the clock and thank someone up above that it was after five. Time to close up shop and go see Angie.

  Chapter 15

  Angela

  For almost a week, Tank and I have been meeting up at my house. For a week, Tank has been sleeping in my bed and cuddling me. Today is the day of the party, where I get to meet Molly’s girlfriend. I thought back to what Tank told me, yes, told me what to wear.

  “Make sure your covered. Wear some jeans and a big tee-shirt.”

  “What if I want to wear a dress?” He shook his head.

  “Nu-uh. Nothing sexy, Angie, Jeans, and shirt.” He was pissing me off, telling me I couldn’t dress up, or wear anything other than a pair of jeans and a shirt. Hands-on my hips, I glared at him.

  “And if I don’t wear what you want?”

  “Then, I am going to tan your hide.” Well hell, guess I was wearing a dress then.

  I was going to show his ass. No one tells me what I can and can’t wear. If I let him dictate what I could wear, then he would try and control me even more. Not going to happen. Had nothing to do with the possibility that his hands would be on my ass, leaving his mark behind. Nope, not that one damn bit. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I liked it when he smacked my ass. Hell, there were a few times I begged him to spank my ass, especially during doggie-style.

  I looked in the mirror and saw Molly give me an eye roll. “What, woman spit it out,” I told her and grimaced at my choice of words. His big ass was rubbing off on me. Hand on my hips, I looked her over. She was glowing with happiness. Molly was a stunner in her short dress with a scooped neck, she had her make-up done up just right. Her curls piled up on her head in a clip.

  “You and my brother, huh?”

  “What? No, we are just hanging out.”

  “Really, then why are you wearing that?” She motioned to my whole self. I was wearing a black dress that ending above the knee. It was tight and showed my boobs off just right. The neck had a V in it, and the back was low. Paired with my black hooker boots that came up to my knees,
I thought I looked hot.

  “Well, Molly. Tank told me not to wear anything but jeans and a damned shirt. Told me, didn’t ask, didn’t request. Told. Me.”

  “No. My dumbass brother didn’t.” Molly had mock horror written on her face. “Well, guess you are going to show him.” Molly was roaring with laughter.

  “Damn straight, I am.” I looked back at the full-length mirror and gave myself a fist bump before I turned around. “Ready?” She stops laughing long enough to get off the bed.

  The drive to the clubhouse took about fifteen minutes. As each minute passed, I was getting anxious about seeing Tank. He wasn’t my man, but damn that dick was mine.

  “So, tell me, Ang, you like my brother?” Molly pulls me out of my anxious thoughts.

  “I guess I mean, I like his company and all.” That was a half-truth. I was becoming freaking addicted to the man. We had a routine going, and I didn’t want it to change.

  “Psht, his company. I know the type of company he keeps. And Angie, I think you are good for my brother. You keep him on his toes.” I don’t get the chance to ask her why she thinks I am suitable for her brother. Pulling up to the gate guarded by two big men, they whistled low at my Challenger.

  “Damn, nice car. Yours?” The big red-headed man asked.

  “I’m driving, ain’t I?” I replied with a smile.

  “Who you here for?” He asked with a hopeful look.

  “Tank.”

  “Well, damn it. No wonder Tank has been all fucking smiles lately.” The redhead shook his head. Muttering to himself. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, knowing that I might have had something to do with that.

  They opened the gates for us, pulling up to the front of the clubhouse there were bikes parked out front everywhere, and I spotted Korey’s bug out front. “Korey is here?”