Chapter 7

Nicole

Tank was pierced. I didn’t know how to handle that bit of knowledge. I vaguely remembered a conversation with Emily a few weeks back about her guy Reb’s pierced package. But Reb reportedly had a Prince Albert piercing—through the head of his cock. Tank’s was a pubic piercing, meaning it was in a place where it wouldn’t do much for his sexual enjoyment—this piercing was all about his partner, hopefully me in a few minutes. The ring should rub right against my clit when he was deep inside me.

My legs moved restlessly at the thought. I wanted him. I wanted him now, inside me, feeling that ring pressing against me. Before I knew it, I’d closed the distance between us and my finger was tracing the bands of color on his arm while my eyes didn’t lift from that dangling ring.

“See something you like, baby girl?”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “I, uh, wasn’t exactly expecting that. How did you—when did you get it done?”

“Hello? I’m up here.” Tank placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head until I was looking him in the eyes. “Kinda hard to have a conversation with someone who’s too busy checking out my dick.”

I smirked. “Now you know how millions of women feel.”

“Doubtful.” Tank dropped his hand from my face and took a long survey of my mostly clothed body. “I think we’re a little uneven in the getting naked races.”

Laughter bubbled out of me. “So it’s a race now? Lord, please don’t tell me you have that same mentality when it comes to orgasms. If I have to finish all by myself, we’re gonna have problems.”

Tank’s eyes narrowed on me. He didn’t say a word as he wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me toward him until his cock brushed against the flowy material of my skirt. He took another step toward me, pushing his hard cock into my belly.

My lips parted with my gasp, but before I could light into him, he covered my lips with his and devoured me. His lips moved demandingly over mine, telling me without words who was in charge. He wrapped his arms around me as he deepened the kiss. Bolts of pleasure shot through my body when the motion brought my nipples into contact with his rock-hard chest. With my eyes closed, I melted into his body and kissed him back. It felt like we locked like that for hours, his tongue dueling with mine, both of us lost in the moment.

My knees sagged, and but for Tank’s arm around me, I would’ve melted into a pile of goo at his feet. Instead he wrapped his other arm around the back of my knees and hoisted me into his arms. He jostled me for a moment as he did something to his pants on the coffee table, then strode purposely out of the room and down my narrow hall.

“Which bedroom?” he asked while I ran my lips over the ink on his neck.

“Last one on the left.” Every part of me that he touched felt electrified. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted someone so suddenly, so acutely. I couldn’t get enough of him. My lips burned a path from his neck to his bristly chin before I found his lips again. This time I took control of the kiss, reminding him without words just who ultimately had the final say. He might be the big, bad biker, but I was the one who was truly in control in this room. I lured his tongue into my mouth, then suckled greedily on the tip.

Tank tripped and almost dropped me.

Feeling particularly smug, I pulled back slightly so he could see, then groaned in satisfaction when I felt the plush sensation of my bed against my back as Tank lowered me. I heard a distant plop as something landed on my nightstand, but I couldn’t look since Tank lowered himself on top of me and kissed me again. This time our hands wandered at will. I explored the planes and divots of his tremendously muscular body as he thumbed my achingly hard nipples. He pinched and pulled the tip of my breast through my lacy bra, the material adding delicious soft slide against my throbbing flesh. But it wasn’t enough. His blunt fingers made quick work of the complicated front clasp of my bra, and my breasts were free.

Tank groaned low in his throat as my seeking fingers found his hard cock. I gripped him in my fist, squeezing him much in the same way that another part of me would soon. In retaliation he lowered his head and caught my nipple with his lips. He pulled my aching flesh into his mouth and suckled me. His teeth teased me as he alternated between suckling and nipping. He drove me crazy until I was practically begging him to unleash the same torture on my other neglected nipple.

“Please. I don’t…I can’t…” I’d never been so close from nothing more than a mouth on my breast. I wanted—I needed just a little more. Then Tank’s hand moved to my other breast, pinching and thumbing the distended peak, and I lost it. Trapping his knee between my legs, I ground my panty-covered pelvis into him and grinded my way to bliss. Every one of my muscles tightened. My upper thighs quivered. Then Tank’s teeth nipped at my nipple, and I broke. Euphoria sang through me as I sank into the bed, unable to even hold my head upright.

“Shit, baby girl. What was it you said about finishing first?”

I could hear the smug satisfaction in Tank’s voice, but I couldn’t muster up my give-a- damn—I was too busy surfing nirvana.

Tank’s fingers skimmed the elastic of my panties at my waist. “Do you need a breather or do you wanna keep going?”

“Mmmm,” I murmured. “You can keep going as long as you don’t expect much from me right now. I kinda can’t feel my knees.”

“Aww, that’s okay, baby girl.” Tank drew my panties down my legs, then threw them over his shoulder. There was some rustling as I heard a wrapper opening, and then he was back between my legs again. “You just lie back and think of England or some shit.”

“I’d much rather think about the hot guy between my—Oh!”

The broad head of his cock nudged its way inside me. This man was big everywhere. I shouldn’t be surprised—I’d held him in my hand just a few moments ago—but it wasn’t the same. I bit my lip and consciously told my body to relax. I could do this. I wanted this. Him.

Tank’s brow wrinkled, and he stopped moving. After a beat he withdrew slightly, then glided a bit deeper. I could feel his eyes searching me, but suddenly I felt too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Instead I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations he was coaxing from my body. He continued to retreat and glide deeper until I felt the telltale cool impression of metal nudging my clit. On the next glide, the metal kissed my clit, then his pelvis rested against me, driving his ring deeper into me.

He stopped moving and dropped his head down until he could give me a sweet, gentle kiss that was at odds with everything I knew about this man. After a moment he drew back, and I finally met his searching eyes.

“You good, Nicole?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” I moaned as he waggled his hips slightly. “Oh, wow.”

Tank grinned right before he kissed me again—this time a little more forcibly—as his hips picked up the tempo again. His ring pressed into me at the bottom of his every thrust until I was seeing stars. The whole time Tank’s lips never left mine. Five thrusts later I moaned.

“Oh God. Oh…I can’t. I’m not—I’m gonna. Oh!”

Tank drove his hips into mine and ground down when his hips kissed mine. I pulled my mouth away from his with a gasp and groaned loud—just short of a scream. My thighs locked tight and my pussy spasmed around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I was peripherally aware that Tank had frozen above me, but really all I could concentrate on was the amazing bliss singing through my veins.

Tank rested his head on my forehead, his breath leaving him in huge billowing puffs. “Are you okay?”

“Mmmmm-hmmm.” A huge smile curved my lips. The effort it took to answer his question felt ginormous.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Tank huffed.

Then before I could open my mouth, he resumed his earlier tempo. Slow sink in, followed by an even slower withdrawal. I didn’t even try to muffle my gasp. I’d thought he was feeling the same rush to finish that I’d been gripped by when we got off his bike but instead he’d turned into marathon man. I ran my hands over his muscular back, tracing the bulges and dents. Even though I’d already orgasmed twice, pleasure jolted through me, especially when his piercing nudged me. Wanting to at least give him a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me, I ran my fingernails over his back while I nibbled on his earlobe. It was the most my exhausted body could contribute.

Or maybe not. As he continued to thrust quicker and quicker, tension laced through my body again. I was seconds away from my third orgasm of the night when Tank froze. Giving a muffled shout, he thrust once, twice, then collapsed on top of me.

I sagged back into the mattress, a bit deflated. My orgasm hovered just out of reach.

After a beat Tank pulled back and knelt between my legs.

Despite the tension lacing my body, I smiled up at him. “I take it back.”

“Yeah? About what?” Tank reached forward and gently ran his thumb over my outer labia.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I felt a little raw and exposed at the moment.

“I came too quick, and I know you weren’t there yet. So I’m gonna take care of you.” Tank ran his finger up and down my pussy, gathering my wetness. “What do you need? Just clitoral stimulation, or do you want my fingers, too?”

I stared at Tank, speechless for a moment. I’d had two orgasms with him. It felt greedy to expect more. But just then he circled my clit with his thumb and need pulsed through my body. Maybe I did need more. “I…just my clit. But I can do it. You don’t have to.”

I reached down, but Tank blocked my hand.

“Uh-uh. No girl ever finishes herself off in my bed.”

“Um, technically it’s my bed.”

“Can you just shut up and let me do this?” Tank growled in irritation.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Were we really arguing who should be the one to diddle my clit so I could have my third orgasm tonight? It was ridiculous. And then Tank grazed my clit with his thumb, and I stopped laughing. Without me even telling him, he knew to use a light, continuous motion and circled my clit with a gentle touch. I sank back into the pillows with a moan. The muscles in my thighs tightened as my orgasm hovered barely out of reach, but Tank didn’t let up. His thumb circled and grazed and circled. Just when I thought I was in danger of losing my momentum, he bent forward and nipped the tip of my nipple. The juxtaposition of pain and pleasure broke me. My thighs clasped around his hand as ripples juddered through me. This orgasm wasn’t as big as the last one, but it left me drained.

I hummed with happiness as Tank carefully untangled himself. I heard the squeak of the bedsprings as he left the mattress, and then a few distant thumps as he found the bathroom, but I couldn’t find the energy to lift my head or open my eyes. I’d found my happy place and wouldn’t be evicted. I couldn’t remember a time I’d had three orgasms to my partner’s one. Most guys talked a big game, but Tank brought it. Hell, I was still seeing stars.

If this was what it was like to sleep with a biker, I should’ve done it ages ago. Bliss. But then the mattress pressed down next to me, and I remembered why I hadn’t been with a guy like Tank.

“Move,” he grunted.

I wiggled slightly to the right.

“For fuck’s sake.” Tank pushed an arm under my shoulders and one under my knees and half carried/threw me to one side of the mattress.

“What the hell?” All bliss forgotten, I rose up on one arm to glare at him. “You can’t just shove me around.”

“You can’t take your half outta the middle. I’m a big fucking guy. Share, dammit.”

“It’s my fucking bed, and I always sleep there.”

“I just gave you three goddamn orgasms. I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch.”

Well, shit. When he put it that way, it made me feel bad.

“Fine,” I huffed as I rolled over onto my side, facing away from him. I went to grab the top sheet when I realized that I was still wearing most of my clothes, including my wedge sandals. The absurdity of the situation had me giggling.

“I can’t keep up. You’re angry. You’re laughing. Did I break you? What the fuck is going on?”

“I just realized that I still have most of my clothes and my shoes on. Still.” I sat up and tugged my wedge sandals off before tossing them toward the end of the bed. I untangled my bra from my arms and sent it sailing toward my closet. But when I reached for the hidden zipper on my skirt, the memory of something Tank had said earlier stopped me. “You know, we never got around to whatever your plans were for my skirt.”

“Oh, yeah.” I could hear the smile in Tank’s voice. “Leave it on. If we got time later, I wanna do it.”

I reclined back on the bed and turned slightly to face him, my earlier annoyance forgotten. Sure enough, a slight smile curved the harsh lines of his face. “Later? Are you too old to get it up again tonight?”

Tank lay on his back with his hands tucked under his head. “Christ, woman. I gave you three orgasms tonight. You want more?”

“Well…” Honestly I didn’t, but it was so fucking funny to tease him. Not to mention he looked crazy hot reclined in front of me with all those flexing muscles and tattoos on display. How could I not? I rolled toward him, and the tender flesh between my legs protested. I flinched. Oh, yeah, that was why.

“Christ. Are you okay?” Tank’s brow wrinkled with concern.

“Yeah. It’s just…you know…been a while.” Or at least been a while since I’d had such a well-endowed and energetic partner.

“Sorry if I was too rough. Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m just going to go take care of things in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I fled to the adjoining bath like an escapee running from a pack of bloodhounds.

Shit, I used to be more suave about these kinda things. Tonight wasn’t my first one-night stand. Hell, it wasn’t my first one this year. But something about Tank just had me all unsettled. Usually I was the one in control in these situations. But tonight, with him, it felt like I’d been on my back foot and stumbling around all night.

Shaking my head, I turned away from the panicky-looking woman in the mirror and took care of business. After peeing and gently cleaning myself with a washcloth, I grabbed a robe hanging on the back of the door. Turning to the mirror, I stared at my reflection again. I looked less frantic now. A few deep breaths could cure a lot. Feeling more in control, I nodded at my reflection, then walked out of the room and into my bedroom.

Where I found Tank passed out asleep.

He looked troubled even in his sleep. I wondered what it was that would make a man still look like that after a bout of crazy sex when he should be at his most peaceful. What kind of life had he led? What kinda things had he seen that would make a motorcycle club normal to him? Unable to find answers to any of my questions, I ditched my robe and crawled into bed, careful not to jar the bed too much. Something told me Tank was a light sleeper and needed every ounce of peace he could get.