Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(30)

That thought at the forefront of my mind, I lean in and press my lips to hers. She wants to know what it’s like to fuck her boyfriend in her childhood bedroom? I’ll give her the best time of her life. I have something to prove tonight, not to her, but to myself. It’s time to realize once and for all I’m alive. I didn’t die in that wreck, and I need to embrace this second chance I’ve been given. So many people don’t get one, and I’ve been blessed. I need to show this woman what she means to me, and I need to do it starting right this minute.

“Hang on, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m about to give you the ride of your life. Nod your head if you understand.”

Her breath comes in gusts against my lips. She likes it when I take control. Her head nods, and I smile against her mouth. “Good girl,” I pull our lips apart, before I turn her around so she faces the wall. “You ready?”

“Yes,” her voice is breathless. “Take me, Trevor,” the words muffled by the wall, she’s buried her forehead in, but I hear what she’s saying loud and clear. Every fucking part of me hears it loud and clear.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN




Blaze


I’m waiting for the moment he makes his move. Every part of my body is on alert. My nipples push against the lace of my bra, my fingers clench against the wall in front of me, and between my legs I ache more than I’ve ever ached before. My breathing is labored as I wait, eyes closed, forehead leaning against the solid surface, dying to see what he does, where he touches me first.

“You’ve never had another man in here? What about some horny teenage boy?” he breathes close to my ear.

Trevor comes up so close behind me I can feel the heat pouring off his body. Flattening my palms, I push myself back far enough so we touch. It’s a whisper of one, but it’s enough for now. Tilting my head, I can feel the hair of his beard tickling against my neck. Tucking my chin down, I try to nuzzle against him. I shake my head. “No, never had a man before you, or a boy either. You’re the first, the only.”

“Better fuckin’ well be the last.”

I open my mouth to tell him he’s it for me, but he picks that moment to touch me. His arms come around my body, his fingers hook into the top of my dress, pulling the clingy material down far enough so my tits rest atop the edge. Once he’s secured the fabric so it’s no longer in his way, his palms move back up, cupping my flesh. He squeezes roughly, making the lace enclosure gap, giving room for his fingers to sneak inside.

His voice is hoarse, deep, and the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life. “Was this expensive?”

“You know my lingerie is always expensive,” I press my thighs together, bending my knees to give a little relief. Besides my shoes, it’s the only other thing I splurge on.

“I’ll buy you more.”

With those words, he reaches completely into the cups, grabs hold of the fabric, and rips it off my body. It hangs loose, flapping as my breathing speeds up again. “You just ripped my bra,” I turn my head so I can see his blue eyes in soft glow of the room.

“I did,” he confirms as he captures my lips the same way his palms capture my freed tits. It’s rough and out of control as our tongues duel for the dominant position. He wins, but only because I concede the victory.

Using the pads of his thumb and pointer fingers, he worries the hard nub decorated with a barbell, causing me to pull my mouth from his. I face forward, tilting my head back onto his shoulder, thrusting my chest into his hands. “Please, Trevor,” I beg, wanting to feel what I’ve been missing for so long.

“Lift your dress up for me.”

I shiver as he mouths the side of my neck, his breath hot as he speaks against my skin. My hands shake as I remove them from the wall. His biceps tighten as he catches my weight against his palms.

“Your leg,” I bite my bottom lip as I reach down, pulling the edge of my dress up past my thighs, settling the material against my hips.

“The mother fucking leg is fine, Blaze. Higher,” he growls against me.

I’m totally confused. “What?”

“Pull it higher. Give me enough god damn room to work.”

The tension between us is about to break, and I wonder what it’ll take to snap.

I yank the material higher, like he instructed. “That enough room for you to work?”

Moving his hands down to my hips, he pulls my panties down before he smacks me hard against the left ass cheek.

“That’s for your smart mouth.”

I smirk because I know deep down he loves it just as much as I do.

“Hands on the wall.”

Slapping them back where they started, I push against the wall, sticking my ass out at angle. He’s fumbling with a condom; I can hear the paper crinkling in the stillness of the room right before I feel it float to the ground next to my foot. Precious seconds are wasted as he suits up before fucking finally he again wraps his hands around my hips. There’s a slight tilt, a push against my back to angle me, and then there’s a thrust. That thrust is the best thing I have ever felt in my damn life. “Jesus,” I groan as he withdraws, thrusting back home. Letting the wall take my forehead, I become a ragdoll as I enjoy the way this man plays my body.

Trevor