I grabbed onto his wrist and put his hand back on my face. “It’s perfect.”
I held his hand in place for a bit then released him. More encouraged, he ran his hand through my hair, and I fucking purred. His hand traveled slowly to my neck, then chest, and finally my abs. He paused as he reached the elastic of my underwear.
“Can I?” he asked and blushed.
I knew what he wanted. “Can you what?” he needed to tell me.
He looked down shyly. “Is it okay if I touch you there?”
“Where?” I pushed.
He shook his head and groaned. “Come on…” he whined. “You know this is hard enough as it is for me.”
I grabbed his chin. “You gotta be able to tell me what you want.”
I watched as his throat bobbed up and down as he worked up the courage. “Can I touch your cock?” he whispered.
Holy fuck. I could hear sex in his voice, and my cock that was already at attention twitched and leaked. “Yea.” My voice was raspy, and there was no denying the need in it. He reached in and gripped me in his hand, and I felt it through my body. This was the first time he took initiative and touched me on his own. I didn’t want him to stop.
He began to stroke me. His movements jerky and unsure. I wrapped my hand around his and tightened his hold and guided his movements showing him how I liked it. I released him when he seemed to get the hang of it and when he swiped his finger over my slit.
“Fuck.” I hissed.
Danny stilled. “Am I doing it wrong?”
I shook my head. I grabbed onto his head with both hands and met his eyes. “You can never do this wrong, ok. Stop worrying about it. I’ll like anything that you do to me.”
I watched as some tension left him from my words. I could tell he wanted this, but he was still strung too tight. He needed to let go. I slammed my lips against his and devoured his mouth. The kiss started slow and deep, and I held onto him as he melted underneath me. “That’s it, baby.” I cooed. “just relax.”
I moved to straddle him, and I began planting kisses down his neck to his chest. When I reached his chest, I swirled my tongue around his nipple before nipping it lightly. He sucked in a sharp breath then moaned as I licked the area. I paid equal attention to the other one before moving lower. I caught his eye as I slowly peeled his briefs off his body, his hard cock bobbed out. Angry and slick with precum.
I stroked him long and hard, and his body shivered. I watched as more precum bubbled out from the head and leaked down to his balls. I leaned down and licked the path that formed on his balls before taking one in my mouth. “Oh God Tank.”
That’s it. I sucked the head into my mouth before taking him all the way into the back of my throat. His back arched off the bed, and he moaned in pure ecstasy. His hands dropped down onto my head, and he ran his fingers through the strands. He was writhing on the bed, moans falling from his lips making me so fucking hard I was ready to shoot my load just looking at him spread out and wanton for me.
“Tank… please stop.”
I let him fall out of my mouth with a pop before gripping him in my hand. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He gulped. “I don’t – I don’t want to cum this way.”
I frowned and climbed up his body. I began stroking and caressing his arms and sides. He was beet red and was trying not to reach my eyes. I kissed him. “Talk to me, Danny.”
He looked at me and trembled. “I want you. All the way…” I was shocked. “I need this, all of it.”
I sighed. “Danny, we don’t have to rush this I keep telling you. If this is about what happened earlier…”
His eyes hardened, and he shook his head. “It’s not. I mean it is… It was earlier that I realized that I was still a slave. They still had control over me. I have the one thing I’ve ever wanted here in front of me, and I’m still not taking it.”
“You can’t use this to get over your past.” I shook my head. “It might have the opposite effect on you.”
He leaned up and kissed me gently. “I’m not trying to get over it Tank. I’m letting it go.” He kissed me a little harder. “Please, make love to me.” I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was hope, lust, and love. There was no fear or hesitance. Maybe just a drop of shyness, but it wouldn’t be him if there wasn’t.
This time when I kissed him, it was frenzied. Years of built up desires and want all being released in a dance of lips and tongues. Danny wasn’t holding back either. I could feel him trying to show me with every stroke of his tongue and tentative touch of his hand that he meant what he said. I stood up and took off my briefs before rejoining him on the bed.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked. “I want this to be good for you.”
He shrugged, and I could see his blush start to coat his chest. He was fucking beautiful. “I want you to… you know.”
I grinned. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked.
He groaned and covered his eyes but nodded. “Whatever you want.”
I leaned over and reached into the bedside table withdrawing the bottle of lube I’d purchased the other day. The one I knew we would eventually need and put it on the bed. I grabbed a pillow, “up. On your stomach.”
Danny sucked in a sharp breath. “No. I don’t want to do it like that.”
I frowned. “But you’re hurt… your back.” I pointed out.
He shook his head. “It’s okay. I have to see you when we do this, to be assured it's you with me. Please. I trust you not to hurt me.” He pleaded.
Against my better judgment, I relented. “You’re not going to keep getting your way with me,” I argued feeling the need to let him know I ain’t gonna be his bitch boy.
He chuckled. “I would never think that.”
I kissed him again and put the pillow under him hoping to give me easier access and not mess with his ribs or back. I popped open the lube and coated my fingers. Danny opened his legs further allowing me more access and propped his feet up opening himself up to me. He began to shake a bit, and I knew it was nerves, so I leaned down and kissed him. I waited until he was once again focused on me and what I was doing to him than what was going to happen.
I worked in one finger then another and found his prostate. I stroked it once, then twice and he shuddered and whined. “Oh God… please Tank.” I stroked it again and his hips arched, and he began humping the air, his eyes shut tight and mouth slack. I couldn’t help but kiss him again.
He didn’t let it go for long before he pulled away from my mouth and began to rub his cock against mine. The feeling was fucking fantastic. I couldn’t wait anymore and applied lube to my cock. I settled myself over him holding his eyes as I guided myself into his hole.
“Danny baby, I got you ok,” I told him wanting to keep him here with me.
He nodded. “I truth you.” I breathy whisper.
I began pushing myself into him, and I wasn’t even halfway in when my eyes rolled back. Fuck, he was tight. I could tell he was beginning to panic and I caressed his face, touched his hair. “Shh baby, I’ve got you.”
“I want this so bad Tank, I’m so nervous.” He confessed.
I gave him a small smile. “I know, and that’s ok. I’m nervous too.”
He looked at me doubtfully, and I used the distraction to push into him fully. His mouth dropped open, and I gave him a push against his prostate that made his entire body vibrate. I stayed still, fully seated in him letting him adjust to me. He began to squirm and wiggle underneath me.
“Tank, move.” He urged.
So, I did. It was slow and gentle at first, his injuries being at the forefront of my mind. Then, he began to pick up the pace, pulling me into him. Begging for more. When he leaned in and bit my shoulder, I was done. All rational thought left my mind, and I was totally consumed by him. I lifted his legs higher and began to jackhammer into him.
Danny was thrashing in the bed head tossing back and forth as moans and whimpered please poured from his lips. “
Ohh…” he was frantic. “I just… I need more, God I’m going to come.”
I smiled and stole his lips in a brief kiss. “It’s alright baby, just feel,” I told him.
I grabbed his cock in hand to pump him knowing I was close to the edge and we needed to come together, but he moved my hand away and shook his head. “No. I want to cum from just you, only you in me.”
Fuck, how do you argue with that? All I know is my cock got impossibly harder at the plea. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I swiveled my hips hitting him just right, and he tensed then exploded. His cum shot all over his chest, and it was the sexiest thing I ever saw. There was no chance of my holding back anymore, and I came harder than I ever have in my life filling him up.
Danny was staring at me with glossy wide eyes. I stroked his face. “You okay?” I asked.
He blew out a breath. “You’re beautiful.”
I smiled. “So are you.”
He was still trying to steady his breathing. “That was… that” he paused to get his thoughts together. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“With us, it will always be like that or better,” I promised him.
We cleaned up and crawled back into bed naked. He wrapped himself around me and was asleep in minutes snoring lightly. I couldn’t help but stroke all over him, once again amazed that he was here in my arms and mine.
Chapter 13
Tank
What the ever-loving fuck did I unleash? Danny was insatiable. Whatever reservations he had went out the window after I made love to him. The morning after, I woke up the following morning to a raging boner digging into my thigh and him jacking me off… but don’t get this fucked up. I ain’t complaining one bit. The past two months have been great. Anytime we could get our hands on each other we did. Speaking of…
I just finished washing up and throwing on some sweats. I got maybe an hour sleep last night with this horn ball molesting me, and after I took his ass to work today, I was coming back to sleep for the rest of the day. I found him in the kitchen, fully dressed for work snacking on a bagel and coffee.
I shook my head. “How the fuck are you so awake and bright-eyed this morning?” I asked as I walked over to him and stole a kiss.
“I had a good night, why wouldn’t I feel good this morning?” then he blushed like he remembered all the things I did to him.
I groaned. “you didn’t even sleep.” I pointed out.
He shrugged and rubbed himself against me, and I was instantly semi-hard. “Who needs sleep?” he purred.
I gripped his ass and rubbed my hardening dick against his already hard and probably leaking cock. He wrapped his arms around my neck. “Well if I had a dog… then I would have something else to do than keep you up all night to do naughty things.”
I groaned. “Seriously?”
He sighed and released me with a pout. He snatched his mug and bagel and grumbled as he took a seat with his back to me. I rubbed a hand down my face, here we go. “Cut the shit, Danny.”
He shrugged. “I’m not doing anything.”
It was too early for this shit. “You ready to go?” I asked.
He shrugged again and got up. He tossed his half-eaten bagel away with an attitude and drained his coffee – not bothering to wash the damn cup – then walked right out the front door without a word.
Believe it or not, this has been a thing for us the past few weeks. He really wants this fucking dog, and I really don’t want nothing with fur running around the Goddamn house. What the shit did he need one for anyway. This may be fucked up, but its times like this when I miss that extreme shyness, he used to have. He was still shy, very much so. But he didn’t have any qualms about throwing a fucking shitstorm of a tantrum with me. Drove me fucking crazy.
I followed him out not bothering to hide my own annoyance by letting the door slam shut behind me. When I walked outside, the stubborn fuck was standing by the cage. “We’re taking the bike,” I told him.
He turned away from me and leaned against the passenger side door of the car. I rounded onto him. “What the fuck? Something wrong with my bike?” I asked.
He looked at me passively. “I’m not really in the cuddling, being all close kind of mood right now. Space isn’t so much an option with the bike.” When I just glared at him with arms crossed he took out his phone. “I’m going to be late. I can get an Uber.” He challenged.
Fuck that. “You’re not going to be fucking manipulating me into getting your way all the time. I’m not going to relent every time you want something, Danny.”
He began tapping away at his phone and turned his back and began walking off.
I groaned. “This is why I miss being single, swear to fuck,” I muttered as I followed him.
His footsteps faltered, and then he picked up his pace. “I would much rather take a cab Tank. I was serious about needing space.”
I caught up with him and grabbed his arm. “You can’t fucking run or act like a fucking kid when I say no Danny. Shit. You don’t even try to talk about the shit.”
His shoulders shuddered, and I instantly felt a pang of guilt. A car pulled up in front of us, and he went to take a step forward, but I tugged on his arm turning him to face me. There it was. Tear filled eyes filled with hurt and disappointment. “Fucking hell…” I muttered, and he flinched. “Danny, let me take you, and we can talk about it.” I offered.
He shook his head eyes staring at the ground. “Not today. I’ll – I’ll see you later.” I sighed and went in for a kiss, and he turned his head away. Now fuck if that didn’t hurt and piss me the fuck off. I released him when he turned to go this time.
I stomped back into the house slamming the door so fucking hard the shit popped right back open. I left it, I wish a motherfucker would right now with how I felt. He’d have a bullet in his head faster than he could fucking blink. I went into the kitchen to clean up the mess he made and hopefully calm the fuck down, but as soon as I had that damn mug in my hand, it went flying across the room into a wall and shattered.
“FUCK!” I roared through the empty house.
I know he still had shit he was going through, and I know he’s still vulnerable as fuck. All this big man shit he always talks, he still needs to be coddled and treated with kid gloves at times. In a lot of ways, he still was. There were things he never got to be and now that he’s got some freedom that shit is starting to bust out.
I know I could’ve handled that better, but shit. It’s not my first instinct to do so. I’m doing the fucking best I can and just like I understand him he needs to get me too. Fifty/fifty and all that bullshit they talk about for relationships. Why couldn’t shit always be good? Like me kissing him or holding him… watching movies or some shit together. The nice shit. All this arguing bullshit is fucking exhausting.
I tried to go back to sleep, but the image of a teary-eyed Danny wouldn’t leave my fucking mind. Eventually, after a few hours, I gave up and went for a drive. For some odd as fuck reason, I didn’t feel like taking my bike. I ended up at some diner an hour out of town eating. Danny would be getting off of work in a couple of hours, so I took a chance and texted him.
Me: Want me to pick you up?
I only had to wait for a couple of minutes.
Danny: No, it’s ok
Fucking sickening. I was just about to type out a response telling him I would be there when my phone rang, Rip.
I already know I wasn’t going to fucking like this.
“Yo.”
The line was silent for a beat before Rip spoke up in a whispered tone. “Hey bro. Danny asked me to give him a ride after work to the club… I told him alright. He seemed really upset all day, and I figured…”
I sighed. “Fine.” What else can I say? I couldn’t force Danny to come with me if I went to pick him up… well, I could but I won’t. That would be the better option I guess. Plus, Rip knows if he gets any fucking funny thoughts I will break every bone in his body.
“You g
onna be there?” Rip asked.
I considered that maybe I shouldn’t if he was really trying to avoid me. But then again, how would that be any better? “Yea. I’ll be there.” I thanked him and hung up.
I took my time at the diner, procrastinating. I ordered extra food and coffee I didn’t really want, but I wasn’t really ready to go anywhere. I had a headache and was at a loss of what the fuck to do. Before I knew it, three hours had passed. Danny would’ve been off work at least an hour already. Reluctantly I left the diner and made my way to the club.
When I was sitting at a red light, a store to my right caught my eye. I hesitated before making a U-turn and pulling into the parking lot. If this wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what the fuck would be. I knew at that moment I was losing my mind because… what was I even thinking?
When I got to the club, I sat in my car and thought for the millionth time why I did it? I took everything out of the car and made my way inside. Arms full, I walked into the main room, and I wasn’t surprised by the confused looks that were shot my way.
I spotted Danny right away. He had his back to me, and he was talking to Siarra, Angie, and Addie. I couldn’t help but scan him from head to toe. He was fucking hot, and his ass looked amazing in those jeans. Almost as if sensing me, his body tensed. I didn’t like that. Slowly he turned around to face me. I watched his face amused as emotions flashed through it.
Confusion, happiness, wary… eventually, he settled on shocked. When he didn’t make a move towards me, I held my hand up and crooked a finger to him calling him over. When he started to move, I turned on my heel and walked back to our old room. He came in behind me, hesitant and shut the door quietly. I stood still in the middle of the room waiting to see what he would do.
Eventually, he stepped up in front of me and with a question in his eyes held out his arms. I plucked the furry mother fucker from under my arm and dropped him into his. Immediately, he held the dog up to his face and nuzzled him. When he looked at me, he smiled wide, and I swear to fuck it was all clear. I’d been asking myself why I caved when I was serious about not spoiling him. If his behavior this morning didn’t already drive the point home that he was already a brat. Now I knew why. The way he smiled at me like I just gave him the best gift in the world. The open happiness in his expression was well fucking worth the day's torture and whatever else I’m going to have to probably put up with between the two of them.
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