Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(11)
Down girl, I caution myself, but it’s hard to be good when the one man who can rock your world six ways to Sunday is right at your fingertips with two pairs of underwear as the only things separating you.
Sex has always been the one thing Trevor and I have done well. It’s been six long, dry months since we decided to indulge in that favorite past time. Maybe I’m the one who took the drugs, or needs to take a pill to calm myself down, but right now I want to touch him. I want to make him feel good, forget all the shit he’s been through, everything I’ve been through.
Trailing my hand down his stomach, I can feel his muscles clench. Looking back up at his face, I can see he’s still asleep, although his breaths are coming a little faster and more frequent than they had been before.
Resuming my path down his happy trail, I encounter the elastic waistband of his boxers and wonder if I want to sneak attack inside, or see if he’s ready for this yet. But God I’m ready for it. My nipples, which have been against his bare skin since we laid down have peaked, rubbing against his flesh to get a little bit of relief. I can’t wait until his mouth wraps around them, tugging on the barbell each one has through the middle. The only person who knows I have pierced nipples is the man in bed with me.
My hand continues to skate down, bypassing the band for now, and moving with conviction over the bulge in his boxers. He’s rock hard against the palm of my hand. Encouraged, I lift my hand up to the waistband, pushing it down slightly, before I stick my fingers in between cloth and flesh. I know the minute he wakes up, because I hear his sharp intake of air as I grab his length.
CHAPTER SIX
Tank
Goddamn, I’m having the best dream ever. Blaze’s hand is on my boxers, cupping my dick with her small hand. It hasn’t seen action since the last time she and I were together six months ago, so it’s got a mind of its own.
Not to say I haven’t jerked it. I have, but there’s no one who can get me off the way she does. Blaze isn’t one of those let’s do it in the dark with the lights off on days that start in T kind of women. She’s very sexually aware and knows exactly what she wants. No playing coy with her, she’d much rather grab you by the balls and stick her finger up your ass to make sure you get off hard.
Which is why, when I realize this isn’t a dream and her hand is actually down my boxers wrapped around my cock, I have to put my own hand down there and grip the base to keep from coming.
“Holy shit,” the oath is ripped from my throat as I groan, forcing my eyes open against the lingering effects of the painkillers. “Blaze, I’m gonna come,” I grit my teeth against the need to explode all over the both of us.
I’ve been on edge too long, wound way too fuckin’ tight, trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my life for far too long.
She laughs, deep and throaty. The sound goes straight to my dick, making it throb. “Only thing stopping you from coming is yourself, Trevor.”
“How long have you been touching me?” I inhale deeply, turning my head toward her, catching the scent that’s always hers. Coconut and ocean water. This girl belongs on a beach all day, every day. “Please tell me it was longer than five minutes.”
“Probably seven,” she gives me a saucy smile. “Let me finish,” she slides her hand down to where mine is gripping and then back up, collecting the fluid at the tip to lubricate her way.
I close my eyes, rolling my head around on the pillow. I’m not the type of guy that blows seven minutes into a fucking hand job.
“It’s the medicine,” she whispers in my ear. “It makes some people incredibly horny and puts them on a hair trigger. If it feels good,” she licks my ear with the tip of her tongue and goosebumps appear along my arms. “Let it go.”
I reluctantly let my hand stop gripping the base of my cock, but instead I bury my fingers in her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. “Finish me then, but know while it feels good for a second, it’s nothing like when I go balls deep inside you. I wanna fuck you,” I catch her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, owning it as much as I can from my prone position.
“I know you don’t like giving me the upper hand, but let me take care of you.”
She’s right, I don’t like to let her pleasure me without reciprocating. It’s so empty. With her, I love to be in the moment, thrusting hard and deep. I love to see her eyes light up, the green turn hazel, and the way her lips quirk into the sexiest fucking grin as she’s about to come. I love to hear the cry of ecstasy that she always tries to hold back, and I ache to feel the rake of her nails down my back.
“Let it go, Trev,” she sucks my lobe into her mouth, yanking tightly on it as she uses her hand to move up and down my length.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, I can feel it gathering at the base of my spine, my entire body tightens as she increases her speed. “I want to come inside you so bad,” I grasp her hair tightly in between my fingers, shoving her mouth into my neck. “Own me, Blaze, fucking own me,” I beg her.
Her teeth bite into the side of my throat and her hand increases speed, pumping me so fast I can hear her beating against my stomach. Hard strokes designed to get me off. Using my free hand, I reach down, cupping my balls, groaning at how tightly they’ve pulled against my body. “Yes,” I groan as I feel myself break the wall. Stabbing my head into the pillow, I close my eyes, throwing my head back. “Yes, oh God, yes. Fuck,” I grasp her hand in mine, jacking my cock together, increasing the speed as I feel her bite my neck again. “Goddamn,” letting go of her hair, I reach up, grasping the metal rail of the headboard as I feel the evidence of my release spill over our entwined hands and onto my stomach.