Page 11 of Tank’s Weakness

I drop to my knees next to the bed. “Yes, ma’am.”

Shock and desire cross her face. I watch as she takes a deep breath and steps toward me. With each step she becomes a little more confident, letting her hips sway as she approaches. Once she’s close enough, I reach out, grabbing a hold of her hips, and I turn her toward the bed.

I shuffle on my knees and turn to face her as she sits on the edge of the bed. Without any prompting, she falls back on the bed, brings her legs up and rests her heels on the edge of the bed, and spreads her legs as far as she can.

“Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” I mutter as I run my hands down her thighs, toward her pussy.

“Stop talking and start licking,” she demands, making my cock twitch.

I squeeze her thighs tight as I lean in and take a slow lick, teasing her softly, making her whole body shudder.

Then I get to work. She wants me to make her come on my face? Well, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Only, as it turns out, it’s not quite that easy. She’s into it, but she’s not into it. It’s like she wants to feel the pleasure, but it’s not there.

Maybe it’s the position.

I pull back, making her whimper.

“Slide up the bed,” I demand.

She rolls onto her side and crawls up the bed, giving me the perfect view of her ass before she lies back down in the center of the bed. I crawl onto it and move between her legs. Her eyes are still filled with desire, letting me know she hasn’t changed her mind.

Once in position, I grab her legs and wrap them around my head, resting her heels on my back, and then I try again. I try every trick I have, and still, nothing happens. I feel her tightening against me, I feel her getting wetter and wetter, but she doesn’t come. What’s worse is I can feel her body tensing the longer it goes on. I can feel the disappointment rolling off of her in waves.

No, this isn’t how this is going to end.

I pull back and see that she’s already looking down at me, ready to take the hit. Ready for me to tell her this isn’t working and to call this all off, but I won’t. No, she’s going to come if it’s the last thing I fucking do.

CHAPTER THREE

Delaney

“Why did you stop?” I ask, breathless.

It felt good. Really fucking good. I even thought I was going to get there once, but now he’s stopped.

My stomach drops.

Maybe I really am the problem.

“You’re in your head. You aren’t liking it. What do you like? Tell me so I can bring you pleasure,” he tells me.

I feel my face flush. I liked what he was doing, but he’s right. I was in my head. I always am when someone else is around. I can’t let go.

“I liked what you were doing,” I admit softly. “But…” I trail off. How do you tell the insanely hot guy who has charmed the hell out of you that you can’t let yourself lose control long enough to come?

He brushes the hair off of my face as he settles in next to me. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed. Think of me as your sex coach. What’s holding you back? You said it felt good, so it’s not my technique. Is there something else?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “Maybe?”

“You can tell me. I’m a stranger. Like a therapist. Just talk and we will work through it.” He trails his fingers down my arm until he threads his hand in mine.

Do I trust this man? No. I don’t know him, but he makes a good point. He is a stranger, and if I don’t want to, I don’t have to see him after tonight. In fact, I can leave this room right now and never look back.

The small reminder of my control over the situation calms me.

“I think it stems from my first time. It was so rushed. I was nervous, but the guy I was with didn’t take the time to help me relax. I didn’t come then and haven’t by another person. I have wondered for years if it’s me. I can come by my own hand, though, so I know my body works. It begs the question: Am I the issue?”