Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)

by Laramie Briscoe

  “Why don’t you use those Lolita-red lips to suck my cock? Give me a real-life demo on how it’s smudge resistant.”

  She makes a noise deep in her throat. Behind the zipper of my tux pants, my cock jumps from its neglected state. The skin covering the hardness is tight and more than anything, I want to feel the heat of her mouth wrap around the length.

  “For tonight, your wish is my command,” her voice is soft in the quietness of the limo.

  Quicker than I imagined, she’s sliding out of the seat, onto the carpeted floor. As she gets situated, I help her out by unbuttoning, unzipping, and slipping my pants and boxers down far enough to pull my cock out.

  “Are you sure?” she quirks a brow at me. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

  That sound deep in my throat is back. “The only way you’re gonna hurt me is by not taking my cock all the way down your throat. If it’s possible for someone to die from a case of blue balls, that’ll be me. Being around you, living with you but not touching you for the past few weeks has been torture. Do you know how many times I wanted to throw my crutches to the side and just fuck you?” I stop, cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand, biting my bottom lip, because I can’t fucking wait for her lips to wrap around me. “A million. Unless you want me to meet your parents with your mouth wrapped around me, taking it down the throat, you better get to sucking, babe.”

  She breathes heavily through her nose before she leans forward, wrapping her hand around my length.

  “No,” I grab her hand in mine, setting both of them on my thigh, fingers entwined. “Just use this gorgeous mouth of yours to get me off.”

  Her eyes meet mine and the heat there is enough to make me spontaneously combust or come. Right now I’m not sure which I’m closer to. “I’m waiting, Blaze.”

  The minx winks at me before opening that mouth and taking me deep in one smooth glide.

  “Son of a bitch,” I grit out between clenched teeth. My fingers ache to thrust into her hair and direct her on which way I want her to go, allow how shallow and how deep she takes me. I stop myself, because I know it took her a long time to fix her hair, and if she walks in looking like she’s just been fucked, everyone will know what we’ve done. Instead, I save my thrusting for my hips, pushing my hard dick as deep as she’ll take it. “That’s it,” I encourage her, letting my head fall back against the leather of the seat. Normally I’m the type of man who enjoys the show, loves to participate, and loves directing her when she’s sucking me down. Tonight, I’m enjoying the hot warmth of her mouth too much.

  My hand lets go of hers, and I growl deep, feeling it in my chest, as she digs her fingernails into my thighs. Through the material of my tux pants, I can feel the bite of her nails, the desperation with which she’s clinging to me. The tight heat of her mouth is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, especially when she comes up higher on her knees, so she leans over and takes me directly down her throat. I feel her gag reflex, and then she swallows roughly, using her tongue to lick against the underside of my length. “God, Blaze, that feels fucking amazing.”

  She hums as she lets up before moving down again. My fingers curl against the seat until they ache. I flex them, testing the skin I feel tightening all over my body. Pulling my head from where it’s resting, I look down at her, our eyes meeting. She’s got tears at the corners. I reach down, cupping her cheeks as she hollows them out, sucking me deeper. The pads of my thumbs brush those tears away. I’m breathing harshly through my mouth, thrusting against her tongue, when I feel her hand reach down to cup my balls. Her gaze becomes more intense as we look at one another, and I can see her desire, can feel how much she wants me. If she were calling the shots right now, she’d pry her mouth off my cock, straddle me, and shove me home. It would only take that one stroke and I’d be letting loose deep inside her body. I know that for a fact.

  Her tongue does something I’ve never felt it do before, and Jesus it’s like a nuclear bomb goes off inside my body, concentrating right on my dick. I lose my rhythm as I spill down her throat. “Oh fuck, Blaze, take it all,” I arch off the seat as she swallows against my length.

  My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking as she cleans me up, tucking me back into the dress pants. A smirk covers her face, and I know she’s proud of herself. If I were her, I’d be proud of myself, too. Snagging her around the waist, I pull her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle me, fixing my mouth at her ear.

  “I want nothing more than to push my pants and boxers back down, move your panties to the side, and slide home. I’m dying to feel the scrape of your nails against my back, the heat of your breath against my throat, and more than anything, the grip of your pussy against my cock. It won’t be long.” The promise is in my voice and sooner, rather than later, I’m going to make damn good on that promise.

  Blaze

  I ache, dear God, I ache so much. I’m straddling his lap, pressing myself as close to him as I can, but it does nothing to soothe the burn. I’ve missed him, missed us coming together as one. It feels like an eternity since he’s sated himself in my body. I know we’re close to arriving at my parents’ house, but I can’t bring myself to break away from him. My arms wrap around his neck, holding on tightly while I curve my head into where he’s speaking to me in that deep voice, laced with authority, that I love so much. He’s saying something about my pussy gripping his cock, and I can’t help it, I clench on air, moaning in my frustration. I need something, anything.

  “You’ll have to take this,” he whispers, before I realize I’ve said those words aloud.

  His mouth attaches itself to my neck, tugging on the skin before he soothes the burn with his tongue. I grab his head, holding it tightly to my flesh as he all but makes love to my neck. His palms slap onto my thighs while his fingers inch up to the hem of my little black dress. He’s inches away from the lace of my panties, and I’m dying. Fucking dying. Because I want him to go under the wet panel, I want him to use those fingers to pleasure me, to take the edge off this ache I feel. I want desperately for us to be Tank and Blaze again. It’s one of the two missing pieces of our puzzle. We’ve done everything but have sex and talk about his issues with my job. Right now I’d literally say fuck me and the job, if I only knew we had enough time.

  “Those little noises you make in the back of your throat, babe,” he mumbles as he pulls back, taking my ear into his mouth, tugging on the diamonds I have in tonight. “They’re gonna get me hard again.”

  I can feel him stirring against me with renewed interest. What I wouldn’t give to tell this limo driver to turn around and take us home. I don’t even care about appearances, not sure why I care enough to make this one for my family. I’m in a dream world where the music playing is the panting of my breath and Trevor’s the conductor of the symphony when I feel the limo stop.

  My eyes are blurry as I try to focus on what’s outside the tinted windows.

  “We here?” he’s reluctantly letting go of my skin, pulling his hands from under the skirt of my dress and trying to set us both back to right.

  “Yeah,” I reach up to my lips, wiping the moisture I can feel coating them off.

  “Huh,” he grunts as he situates his pants.

  “What?”

  “You were right about that lipstick,” he captures my jaw in his palm, turning me left and right so he can get a good look. “Nothing we did smeared it.”

  I smirk, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “See? It’s blowjob approved.”

  He chuckles as the limo door opens and I grab his hand in mine. It’s show time.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Blaze

  The over-the-top opulence in this house is enough to make me want to puke. It’s exactly why I ran as quickly as I could as soon as I turned eighteen. I’m sipping on a glass of champagne as I hear my dad talking to Trevor about how he supports our armed forces. It would be childish of me to say my dad supports them by writing a check and wearing a flag lapel pin on Veteran’s Day
. I’m sure that counts in the “better than nothing” category.

  Trevor’s holding his own, though – I have to give it to him. The look my dad gave him when they were introduced wasn’t pleasant. If Trevor had been a bug and dad had been the shoe, he would have crushed him. But Trevor gave him the firmest handshake I think ol’ pops has ever gotten in his life. That alone puts him on a level of respect for Damon Coleman.

  “I’ve been trying to talk Daphne into giving up that little job she has,” he flashes a smile over my way, winking at Trevor.

  If only they’d known each other a year ago, daddy would have had a firm ally in his mission to make me quit being an EMT. “I’m not gonna quit, no matter how many times you ask me to.”

  Trevor takes a drink of his beer. “She’s right. I asked her to quit, have asked her to quit a couple dozen times, and she always turns me down.”

  “Perhaps you should put a ring on her finger. Ya know? Keep her barefoot and pregnant,” he laughs obnoxiously. “That’s the way to teach these women a lesson who want their own life.”

  I’m shocked actually, if anything could ever shock me about my family, it’s that he’s said this to Trevor. “Is that what you thought about mama?” I quip as I take a long drink of my champagne.

  He turns on me, his eyes flashing. “Tried to, but the bitch took birth control without me knowing. The number one reason you’re an only child.”

  “My rebellious nature was too much for her?” I snark back, pissed because I’ve never been an only child and they know it.

  He sighs. “Daphne, you were given every opportunity to succeed in this life, yet you work a servant’s job, baby. Your mom and I, we just don’t understand it.”

  That’s fucking it. I drain my glass, grab Trevor’s hand, and go off in search of a quiet room. I need to get the fuck outta here, and fast.

  Trevor

  If this is how rich people act, I’m counting my damn blessings we were middle class. Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a father completely disrespect his daughter the way Blaze’s father has – and in front of company at that. It took everything I had not to tell the guy where he could shove his attitude. After witnessing this bullshit, I’m sorry I ever asked Blaze to give up her job.

  “Was I as much of an asshole as him when I asked you to give up the EMT gig?” I question as she leads us through a maze of hallways.

  “No,” she shakes her head.

  We’re stopped by various people here and there – they want to talk to her, to see how she’s been doing. The answers she gives are clipped and totally rude compared to the woman I know her to be. I nod my head and smile when appropriate, saying the only word required of me – Trevor – when asked. I’m as anxious to get wherever it is she wants to go as she is.

  “I don’t want to hurt you so if we need to slow down, please let me know,” she says over her shoulder, maneuvering us through another group of people.

  “I’m good, babe, I promise. You aren’t hurting me at all.”

  With those words, she picks up the pace. If I even wanted to get myself out of this place, there’s no way in hell I’d be able to. This is possibly the biggest house I’ve seen in my life. We come to a door, which she opens, glances around to make sure no one is looking, and then pulls me through it. She engages the lock before walking to the other side, leaning against the wall. The breath she lets out is one of relief.

  “Where are we?” I slowly make my way to her, hoping not to spook her. She’s had a rough night, I can see it in the way she’s trying hard to be brave. Obviously her family brings out all the insecurities I never thought my strong girl even had.

  Giving me a small grin, she bites her lip. “My childhood bedroom.”

  “Oh really?” I quirk a brow as I continue walking toward her. “Ever had a guy in here before?”

  She shakes her head. “No, the Daphne of my teenage years is way different than the Blaze I am now. For a time, I could have been Whitney’s twin, believe it or not.”

  I’m chuckling in my throat. There’s no way this woman could have been like my sister. I don’t believe it for a second. “No fuckin’ way.”

  “Yeah,” she winks. “For a while I wanted my parents to be proud of me, and I wanted them brag to everyone about me, but I wasn’t happy. Daphne has never been me. I’m not happy being the girl who smiles to keep up appearances. I don’t like to sweep things under the carpet or tiptoe around uncomfortable topics.”

  When I reach her, I put one hand over her head, bracing it against the wall. With my other, I curl it around her hip, palming her waist. “What kind of a woman are you?”

  Her green eyes burn bright in the muted light of the room. Someone has left on a bedside lamp, but it’s not enough light to actively see. Instead it casts an almost romantic glow over the room. I wonder if the comforter covering the bed was the one she slept under? The feminine color doesn’t match the Blaze I know today, but I’m beginning to get the idea that it would have matched Daphne well. My eyes follow her tongue as it swipes against her bottom lip.

  “The kind of woman who desperately wants to know what it’s like to get fucked by her boyfriend in her childhood bedroom.”

  I’m speechless – something that never happens. The words hit me deep in the gut, and the breath I inhale is sharp. “That a fact?”

  “The truest statement I’ve spoken in my life,” she puts her arms around my waist, leaning against the wall for support. “Consider it a dare if you have to.”

  “I don’t need a dare, all I need is to know for sure this is what you want to do,” I grip her hip hard, almost like my hand there can stop the explosion that’s about to happen between us.

  It’s been building – this moment – since she came back into my life on the side of the road. I obviously didn’t know it then, because I was unconscious, but she’s been my savoir – the eye of the hurricane surrounding me, the anchor to my ship that’s been restlessly floating on the sea. There’s a part of me that wants this moment to be perfect, romantic as fuck, candles, champagne, the whole nine yards. There’s another part of me that argues this right here is the perfect moment. Anytime I can give Blaze what she wants is perfect. It might not be what I envision in my head, but I realize with startling clarity if I hadn’t made it out of the wreck, we wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be six feet in the ground, and God knows where she’d be. I hope she’d be finding her happiness, but it kills me to think about it being with another man.

  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.

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nbsp; “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.