Page 10 of Tank’s Weakness

“I don’t normally do this,” she sighs against my lips.

“Neither do I.”

Have I had one-night stands? Yeah, I’m a single man. Do I think she’s had one? Maybe, but I don’t think she’s the type to have them often.

“Liar,” she teases, biting my lip.

With one hand on the back of her waist, I push her harder against me, grinding my denim-covered dick against her, making her whine.

“Feel how hard you make me?”

“Take this off,” she mutters, pushing the shoulders of my cut.

Fuck yes.

“You got it,” I murmur.

She helps me shrug it off while still wrapped around me. I smile when she lays it on the table instead of dropping it to the floor.

I wonder how much she knows about bikers.

I want to beg her to keep talking, to keep bossing me around, but I don’t. I know from past experiences that asking to be dominated doesn’t go over too well. When they find out that I like them to lead, the mood disappears, and I’m left with a case of blue balls, and that’s the last thing I want right now.

I stumble to the bed and sit on the edge. Instinctively, she grinds down on my cock, making a whimpering sound.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I plead, even though I know I shouldn’t.

“If I didn’t want you to fuck me into a mattress, I wouldn’t be here right now,” she murmurs.

Tapping her hip, I demand, “Naked. We need to get naked.”

She scurries out of my lap and starts stripping. For a minute I just watch her, unable to take my eyes away from her. Delaney drops her shirt to the floor, revealing a plain black bra that pushes her breasts up high. Her hand moves to the button of her pants and quickly undoes it, and I watch as she pushes them down, revealing a pair of black boy short panties.

Beautiful.

It’s not outright sexy, but it is on her.

She raises a brow. “Are you going to get naked or are you just going to stand there and watch me?”

“Can’t I do both?” I tease.

Leaning down, I unlace my boots and kick them off, pushing them to the side. Standing, I take off my shirt, and I smirk when I hear her suck in a breath.

I watch her as she watches me as I undo my jeans, kicking them off. Her pupils are blown wide, and she’s breathing hard as she bites her lip, watching me.

She likes watching me strip as much as I enjoy watching her.

“What next?” I ask.

“Hmm?” she hums, looking up at me.

“What do you want?”

For the first time since we entered the bar, nervousness fills her face. Disappointment fills me when I realize that this is another time that I will have to take control of the situation. Lead the encounter. I’ll do it though, for her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not slightly disappointed.

Before I can tell her to get on the bed, she surprises me by speaking up.

“I want you to make me come…on your face,” she says softly but surely.