She's All Mine(12)

Tank stands up, lifting me with him without breaking our kiss. His strong hands grasp my ass as we devour each other. He groans as I rub myself against the massive hard-on pressed into me. God, just thinking about how hard he is has me moaning again as I try to find friction against him.

Tank suddenly rips his mouth away from mine. “Fuck.” He scowls down at Tuesday, who is now rubbing on his leg.

“What’s wrong?” I immediately get self-conscious. Did I do it wrong? My heart pounds in my chest. Maybe he got carried away and doesn’t want to continue. I was practically dry humping him. Okay, maybe there was no “practically.” I was.

My eyes start to water a little, but I keep myself together. Barely. When you grew up with parents like mine, it’s a lesson you learned quickly. I shift, trying to get Tank to put me down. Space will help me get myself together. Right now I can still taste him on my lips and that’s not helping.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice hoarse, his hold on me tightening.

“You’re acting like you made a mistake kissing me. Like you regret doing it,” I toss at him. I can’t keep the small wobble from my voice.

“Never, Treasure. Tuesday bit my leg. That’s the only reason I stopped,” he says with a smile on his face. “I’ll kiss you all night if you want.”

“Okay.” I barely get the one word out and he’s kissing me all over again.





9


Tank





She tastes like apple pie, sticky and sweet. If this is what dessert tastes like to her, I can see why she isn’t interested in sharing. This is the type of thing you have to eat up by yourself. I kiss her mouth, her cheek, her eyes. I tongue the edge of her jaw, suck on the soft lobes of her ears and trace her veins down the side of her neck.

She moans and rubs her small body against mine. I lean back to take inventory. Her lips are rosy and swollen. Her cheeks are flushed and round. Her eyes look dark and hungry. Low in my gut, the fire burns. My brain empties out, leaving only instinct behind.

“Erika, I want…” I trail off because the list of my wants is so long and so varied that I can’t pick one to say first. I want to lick your pussy. I want to suck on those cherry nipples. I want to shove my dick down your throat and up your cunt. I want to kiss every inch of your body, taste all your secret places, memorize all your sounds and scents. I want to love you until I take my last breath.

“Yes?”

“You. I want you.” I take her hand and place it on my heart. “Feel that? Ever since I first saw you, my heart’s been pounding so hard I think it’s going to break out of my chest. I’ve been following you around because I stop functioning when I don’t see you.” I lower myself to my knees, using my wide shoulders to push her thighs apart. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with her scent. She’s turned on. The knee-length skirt is pushed up enough that I can see the valley between her legs. Her panties have a wet spot that makes my teeth ache in want.

“I don’t know if you’ve had a man before. I don’t know if you have one now.” I don’t think she does, based on my, ah, stalking. Still, she could have one of those back-home guys. Some guy at my gym has one of those—a girl back home that he sees on the weekends, which is nuts because I don’t know how he functions not being able to see his girl every day. I hate the few hours that I have to spend apart from Erika.

“There’s no one,” she says quietly. Her hand smooths over my head and down the side of my skull to toy with the tip of my ear.

My cock jerks at her light caress. Precum leaks out. I’m a mess. She could probably make me come just by stroking her fingernails through my hair.

“Treasure,” I murmur and pull her hand to my mouth. “I’m just a weak man. You can’t be doing stuff like that.”

“Like what?”

“Touching me.” I circle her ankle and stroke my hand up until it hits her thigh. “Can you put your hands on the counter and let me kiss you some more?”

“But—”

“I promise, let me get a taste of you, and then you can touch me all you want.” I’ll probably blow in the first five seconds, but I’ll lie there and let her torture me as much as she likes.

“All right.” She releases me and places her hands on the counter.

I kiss the inside of her right ankle with gratitude. It’s slender and smooth. I trace a finger around the top of the white anklet sock, dipping underneath to feel her ankle, the tender skin of her Achilles, her callused heel.

“My feet are gross,” she whispers, trying to draw her leg out of my grip. “Even though I don’t do pointe anymore, my toes are all jacked up. Maybe you should kiss some other place.” Her voice is soft. I can tell it bothers her. I want to put her at ease like she did for me.

“If we’re going by scars and shit like that, I think I have you beat. That little one you saw on my hand? That’s nothing compared to what’s on my back and legs. If you really don’t want me to touch you, I’ll stop, but I’m not turned off by any part of your body.” I give her the truth. I don’t think she could ever do anything to turn me off from her.

She hesitates but then relaxes. “All right.”

This capitulation is more arousing than any lap dance or strip tease could ever be. It’s a gesture of trust. My heart flips over and my cock nearly bursts with joy. She trusts me.