Page 14 of Tank’s Weakness

I keep fucking her with my fingers and tongue, doing all I can to get her there. I don’t care if I die between her legs. It would be the best way to go.

“Harder,” she cries out, her hips grinding down onto my face. I flatten my tongue, letting her grind her clit onto me as I start finger fucking her hard.

“Oh yes. Right there. Oh.”

She’s climbing higher. I’m waiting for it. When it doesn’t come, I know I have to do something.

“Close your eyes. You’re all alone in your room riding your pillow. I’m your toy. Use me.”

She crushes against me harder. She wants the pleasure. Craves it. She needs it.

At this point I’m not even moving. I’m letting her do all the work because it’s what she needs.

Then I hear it. She comes, and it sounds fucking glorious.

I can feel my own release hit me. As if my body knew it wasn’t allowed to seek pleasure without her reaching hers first.

She leans her head against the wall as she comes down. I can barely breathe, but I hold her thighs, stroking lightly as she catches her breath.

“I did it, but I feel like it was cheating. You didn’t give me that orgasm. You were here for it, but I had to pretend you weren’t. I feel that didn’t solve the issue.”

She slowly dismounts from my face, looking down at my cock.

“You finished?” she asks, surprised.

I feel heat in my cheeks. “I sort of like being told what to do.”

She lets out a small laugh. “A big bad biker who is submissive. Who would have thought?”

“Shh.” I laugh with her. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my street cred.”

She shakes her head, but she’s still smiling, so I call it a win.

“As for your other statement, we will count it as half. I did tell you I couldn’t promise results in one night. It takes time. You aren’t going to feel comfortable on day one. You need to build up to it.”

“I suppose you’re right. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“No.” I rub her thigh. “It wasn’t.”

She clears her throat as she gets up and starts pulling on her clothes.

“I want to thank you. For everything tonight. Pretending to be my boyfriend and this. You didn’t have to, but you did, and I appreciate it.”

It feels like she’s brushing me off. I don’t like it.

“No need to thank me. It was absolutely my pleasure. You don’t have to go. You could stay here. We got the room for the night.”

She gives me a forced smile. “As nice as that sounds, I have to get up and teach a bunch of six-year-olds in the morning. I can’t do that on very little sleep. I’m already up past my normal bedtime.”

I nod. I understand that. It’s an excuse, but she needs room. Space to breathe.

“Can I get your number? Or give you mine?” I ask.

She hesitates. “I don’t know.”

“Hey.” I hold up my hands. “No pressure.”

I stand from the bed and put my own clothes on. When I turn around, she is handing me a piece of paper.