Page 14 of Tank
“Sorry, darlin’, didn’t mean to startle you,” I say, pulling her closer to me.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, my other hand lets go of her wrist and I place it on her back. We move to the beat, and I grind my body against hers.
“You’re not a bad dancer,” she whispers in my ear.
“You look hot as sin, Baby girl, in this outfit,” I whisper back as my free hand trails along the bare skin between her skirt and crop top.
“You look good yourself,” she replies as her lips find mine and nip them a little.
“You left without waking me,” I growl.
“You looked too good, lying there. Plus, I didn’t want the whole,your leaving speech thingto kill my buzz,” her breath skates over my neck as she continues to kiss my heated skin.
“Keep doing that, darlin’, and I won’t be held accountable for my actions,” I warn her.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she says as she nips my ear, and that’s my last threat.
Grabbing her hand, I turn and pull her through the crowd and into the dark corridor near our booth, and out into the alleyway behind the club. Spinning her around, I pin her to the wall and slam my lips onto hers.
“Been wanting to do that since I saw you on the dance floor. Hands on the wall beautiful and keep them there. This is going to be quick,” I warn as I turn her to face the wall.
She’s quick to put her hands out to stop herself from face planting.
“Hurry, Tank,” she begs.
Rolling her skirt up around her waist, I slide my hand inside her lace panties.
“Fuck beautiful, you’re soaking,” I groan, unzipping my jeans.
“I need you, hurry up, or I’ll find someone who will,” she growls back at me.
“No one will touch you while we’re dating, darlin’, just like no woman will touch me,” I threaten as I push her panties to the side and thrust inside her, causing her to moan out loud.
Wrapping her long locks around my fist, I pull her head back and take her mouth while I continue to move in and out of her tight pussy.
“Touch yourself, beautiful, get yourself there,” I grunt as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
I watch her hand leave the wall and disappear under the edge of her skirt. I know the second she touches herself, as her walls grab me and she calls out my name, with me swiftly following her. Struggling to get my breath back, I pull her to my chest and take her lips in a punishing kiss.
“Fuck woman.”
“Right back at ya, biker boy,” she replies with a cheeky grin.
Her and her fucking sass.
“You okay?” I ask as I turn her in my arms, so she’s facing me and help pull her skirt back into position.
“Yeah, big boy, I’m good,” she says, patting my chest.
“Wanna get out of here?” I ask, hoping she’ll say yes.
“Back to yours?” is her breathy reply.
“For more of that, fuck yeah,” I reply, pulling her back into the club.
“Just gotta tell the boys I’m leaving. Do you need to tell who you came with?”
“Do I get to meet the boys?” she asks, causing me to stop and her to run into my back.
