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Chapter Three – Tank
“It’s the second one on the left.”
I bring my truck to a stop and switch off the ignition. Jess turns in the seat, fidgeting with her fingers, and looks at me shyly. “Are you sure about this? You’re not doing this out of pity, are you?”
I see the doubts on her face and place a hand over my crotch. “I’m so hard right now it hurts. And Jess, you saved me from stewing the whole night. I’m not going to fuck you out of pity. I’m going to fuck you because you’re insanely gorgeous and funny, and I think we could have a lot of fun together. But if you’re having second thoughts, we can call it a night and maybe we bump into each other again, maybe we don’t.”
“I haven’t changed my mind.”
We get out of the truck and meet in front of the hood. I hold out a hand to her, and she clasps it. Her hands are beautiful, fingers long and graceful, but her hand drowns in my large one. As we walk up her garden path, the scent of jasmine wafts through the air from the pots flanking her door.
When we reach the door, Jess gives me a sideward glance, and I tug her to me. Slipping my hands into her hair, I pull her lips to mine. The kiss is sweet, tentative at first, but when I dip between her lips and taste her again, her hesitation vanishes, and she steps right into me. Her lips mash against mine. She pushes me until my back hits the wall and brings her leg up to my hip, pressing her heat against my thigh.
I cradle her head again so she can see that my pulling back has nothing to do with rejection but about what I want to do next. I explore her face with my mouth. Placing soft, gentle kisses along her jaw and up to her ear, I tease the lobe with my teeth. She moans and throws her head back, and I take advantage of her exposed neck. Nipping, teasing, tasting her beautiful, fair skin. The subtle scent of her floral perfume drives me crazy. I work my way back to her lips, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.
“Come inside, Tank.” Her voice is husky and breathless.
She takes out her keys, and my mood nearly becomes dark again as she unlocks the door and I have to stop myself from sweeping the apartment. Some things become habits.
Jess switches on the lights and makes her way to the kitchen. I take a look at her place, so I’m not tempted to stare at her ass as she walks away. Don’t get me wrong; there’s absolutely nothing wrong with appreciating a woman’s fine form, but I’m so hard it’s almost painful, and this is about making her feel safe. I want to show her she’s a beautiful woman and nothing that happened to her is her fault. To do that, I can’t just pounce on her and lose my load. I have to make her feel special.
Her ground-floor apartment is small. There’s a suede couch decorated with pastel scatter cushions and throws. A couple pairs of shoes are discarded next to it, and a ton of paperwork is lying on the floor.
Jess sees me surveying her home and rushes over to the pile of papers. She drops to her haunches and starts scooping them up. “I’m sorry about the mess. I wasn’t expecting company. I’d like to say that I’m too busy with my job and studying to be neat and organized, but that’s not true. I’m naturally messy.” She gives me a shy smile. “Can I get you a beer?”
“Yeah, sure.”
She opens the fridge and looks inside, grabbing two bottles of beer. When she turns back toward me, I can see the nerves rolling off her.
“Come here,” I order, using a tone only just subtler than the one I use on my men.
She walks toward me with the beers in her hands—probably the only thing keeping her fingers from trembling.
Reaching out, I take the beers from her and place them on the counter, then set my hands on her shoulders. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
It’s like my words give her the confidence she needs, and her nerves dissipate. Her hands shoot straight to my belt. My lips find hers once more as my hands work their way over her ribs and down to her waist. When her deft fingers finally free my jeans button and zipper, I hiss in a breath as her nails scrape lightly over my cock.
Fuuck!
Despite the fact that it has been way too long since I’ve had sex, so long, in fact, that I can’t remember when the last time was—four months ago?—I kiss her with soft licks and gentle nips and slip a hand under her tiny little skirt instead of hoisting her onto the counter and plunging straight into her.
Jesus!She wasn’t kidding about how wet she is. If I was hard before, I’m like fucking granite now. My hands secure her ass and I pick her up. Her legs wrap greedily around my waist, and I hold her to me with one arm while I slide the other over her soft and delectably wet pussy. She whimpers and throws her head back, pressing her warmth against my hand. My fingers circle her pussy before I slip two long fingers inside her heat. The whimpering turns to soft mewling noises, and I nearly fucking lose it right there.
Breaking the kiss, she breathes, “Couch.”
This is one order I’m happy to obey. Walking over to her couch in three long strides, I gently place her on the soft suede and kneel in front of her, pulling her hips to the edge of the cushions. She comes up on her elbows as I push her skirt above her waist, her chest heaving with short, shallow intakes of breath. I lower my head and Jess closes her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, wanting her to witness me enjoying her. I need to see her come undone tonight. Aside from the fact that I want her to watch me worshiping her body so she’d know without a doubt how fucking sexy she is, ninety percent of the thrill of sex is watching the woman I’m with lose her mind while I make her come. If it were just about my release, I have a fist for that.
Her eyes flick open and lock with mine. I watch her as I languidly lick along her pussy. She tastes fucking amazing, and her pussy quivers against my tongue with that first sweep. Her eyes flutter closed, and the breath she’s been holding rushes from her parted lips. Despite the compulsion to devour her sweet pussy, I stop licking her and her eyes fly open in surprise.
“If you close your eyes, I stop, understand?”
Her eyes flame with desire, and she nods her head as my lips close over her clit. Her hips jolt and her hands claw at the couch. I don’t want her to come too soon because tasting her, feeling her quiver against my tongue, her soft skin trembling gently while I hold her hips in place, is addicting, and I need more of it. So I ease off, changing from sucking to licking. I watch the smoky depths of her eyes glass over with each slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue. I keep up my pace, sucking and licking her pussy, lapping up her delectable juices, staying just short of her clit. Kissing down the inside of her thigh, I reach the underside of her knee, then work my way up again, softly blowing on her before moving across to the other thigh and kissing all the way down to the top of her boot. Her moans drive me crazy and make my balls ache with need, but I’ll get my release soon enough.
I take her leg and place it on one broad shoulder before starting the whole torturous process again. When I lift her other ankle on my free shoulder, her breaths become ragged, molten lava burning in her eyes. I circle her entrance with the slightest of pressure—just enough to tease, not enough to take—and then my mouth presses on her clit. Again, the pressure just enough to let her know I’m there but deny her what I know she’s desperate for.
“Please, Tank,” she begs, her hips thrusting up in an attempt to increase the pressure of my strokes.
