by Goode, Ella
I know that I can’t move him if he doesn’t want me to, but he doesn’t fight me. He lets me direct him where I want. “Shirt,” he grunts. We both go to pull at my mine. I hear a ripping sound, but I don’t care as my shirt is tossed away. I didn't wear a bra today, so I’m completely bare once my it comes off. My small breasts bounce before one is engulfed in Tank’s hand. He sucks the other one to his mouth. I arch into him, wanting him to continue sucking and licking my nipples. I’ve never felt anything like what my body is feeling in this moment.
My back bows off the bed as Tank’s cock presses against my clit, moving back and forth. My hips join the moving. Now we are getting in a groove, our bodies dancing to the rhythm that we are creating together, a dance that I don’t know the moves to because I’ve never done it before.
“We’ll go slow,” Tank says as he releases my nipple.
“I want you to take me however you normally do this. I know I’m small but—”
He cuts me off. “You’re not small. You’re perfect.” His eyes lock with mine. He really believes I’m perfect. I could give him a list of my imperfections. Hell, my mom could give him two lists, but I know it would fall on deaf ears with him. Besides, I like being perfect in someone’s eyes for once. That would be another first accomplished by me tonight.
He slides down a little, with his hand going between us. My legs are already spread as wide as they can go to fit his broad frame. He pushes his cock to my opening and gently thrusts in a little. I gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. I look down to see that he only has the tip in me. How can I already feel so full of him? I’m too worked up to think on it too long. I know that my body wants more, so I shift to try and push him in deeper.
“And I don’t normally take anyone. So we’re clear. My cock will only ever know you. You’ll be the first and only cherry it ever takes. So, whatever way I take you will set the precedent for how I take you every time thereafter.” His mouth brushes against mine. “Because you’re all I’ll ever know.” There is a vow to his words.
He pushes more inside me. I gasp, parting my lips. I feel the stinging burn as he pushes through my virginity. His tongue invades my mouth as he takes all of me. I give everything to him in this moment—my body, my love and most of all my trust that he will take care of it. Somehow I know he will.
He pulls his mouth from mine. “Tank,” I call out. He stares down at me. It’s then I realize he isn’t moving anymore. My body is yearning for him to thrust into it. I begin to wiggle under him, trying to get what I need. His nostrils flare and his face sets in a hard line.
“Treasure?” His eyes close. His face looks pained. I reach up to cup his face in my hand. I want to comfort him, take away any pain he’s ever felt.
“I’m okay.” I answer his unspoken question. His eyes fly open. In the past hour, if I’ve learned anything it’s that Tank is going to take care of how I feel through this process. He may even know my body better than I do. His goal always seems to be to please me. It answers a lot of the small questions I had in my mind about our first few encounters now. He wants to handle me with care, but he’s also not sure how to do that at times.
“But I need you to move.” I try again to move under him again. I thrust my hips up, but his powerful body has me pinned beneath him. My pussy clenches at the realization, causing Tank to curse. “Tank, please,” I beg. My hand drops from his face, going to his body. I’m not sure what I’m trying to accomplish with my hands, but I just need them all over him.
“I got you.” He pulls out of my pussy a little, which makes me gasp at the sensation. It stings a touch, but the pleasure is more and overrides everything else. It reminds me of the burn I feel when I push a muscle too far. It’s a bittersweet pain, but I still want to push for more. I want to see how far and how much I can take. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts as he starts to move.
I cry out when he shifts, lifting to his knees as he takes my small hips into his hands. Our eyes go to where he’s thrusting in and out. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life.
“Tell me you’re almost there.” My eyes travel up his body to lock with his. He’s watching my face. He reaches down and strums my clit as he continues to thrust into me. My body begins to tremble, the orgasm pushing down on me quickly. I don’t want to come already but I know it will be one in a long chain of many if the two he’s given me already so quickly are a sign of what is to come.
“Tank!” I cry out. Pleasure rushes through me and my whole body comes undone. His warm release spills inside of me.
My eyes flutter open when his mouth touches mine. I didn’t realize I’d closed them. “Sleep,” he tells me. I only nod as he rolls us. His cock is still inside me as I lie against his chest. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me in place while I drift off to sleep. I’m not sure if I dreamed his words of love or it he’d really said them. Either way, for the first time in my life I feel like I’m home.
11
Tank
I wake up with my dick inside of Erika, which makes this officially the best morning of my life. I don’t know if I was hard all night or I started fucking her in my sleep. Both seem like plausible explanations. I’ve been hard since I laid eyes on her and my dick wants nothing more than to be in her 24/7.
Thank fuck my dumbshit mouth didn’t scare her away. Last night, the words “I love you” slipped out. I can’t control my dick or my tongue when it comes to her.
Her head is tucked under my chin and her long hair spills over my arm and chest like a silk blanket. I press my lips onto the top of her head. As much as I want to stay inside her, I have a sad cat outside the door to attend to. Plus, this little pussy needs a break. We fit, but she’s small and my dick is huge and we did not take it easy last night.
Erika’s got a lot of stamina. And she’s bendy from all the dancing she does. I couldn’t help but explore exactly how flexible she could be. Answer: really fucking flexible. As in, she can hold her legs to her nose, which wasn’t a position I thought I’d like until we tried it and then it became my fourth-favorite position. She’s extra tight when her legs are like that, squeezing my thick cock like a vise.
Cowgirl is my third favorite because there’s nothing like seeing her slide up and down my rod while her tits are bouncing in the air. I didn’t last more than ten strokes in the face of that show. Doggy-style is my second favorite because I can slap her ass and lick the elegant curve of her spine. It’s both classy and dirty at the same time. The number one position, though, is good old missionary. There’s some real magic in staring into Erika’s eyes as I slide so far inside my dick hits her womb. I’m going to make a baby in there, someday.
Not now, though. Now I need to take care of both pussies. One needs a hot cloth to ease her sore muscles and the other needs some food. Erika makes a little mewling sound as I withdraw. My heart does a flip. She misses me. Even in her sleep, she wants me close. Her little sound of protest makes me feel better. Maybe she won’t run off screaming when her eyes pop open.
I tuck the blankets around her and then silently exit the room. Tuesday gives a tiny lion rawr of discontent. I bend down and lift the small tabby mix and snug her up against my chest. “Sorry, little one, but your daddy didn’t think you’d want to see all that action.”
She purrs lightly and rubs her small head against my chest. All’s forgiven, she appears to say. “Let’s get you fed. Erika needs some attention, too. I worked her hard last night.”
In the kitchen, I open a can of food for Tuesday and then watch for a few seconds as the cat delicately chomps down her breakfast. Once I’m satisfied that Tuesday isn’t going to attack my ankles again, I head for the bathroom. Inside, I prepare a hot washcloth for Erika. Heat works well when my muscles are sore, so I figure this will feel good for her.
Before I can get to her, I hear the bedroom door open and a soft voice say, “Tank?”
I hurry out to see Erika wrapped up in the blanket, blinking like the c
utest fucking owl that ever existed. “You hungry? Thirsty? Need to pee?”
“Um, no, I just woke up and noticed I was…alone.” She averts her eyes and tucks her chin against her chest.
Did she worry I ran off? Shit. What kind of man does she think I am?
“Had to feed Tuesday.” I hold up the rapidly cooling rag. “But I got you this.”
She raises her eyes to the washcloth. “For my face? Did I leave drool marks?” Her hands fly to her cheeks and the blanket nearly drops to the ground. She catches it quickly and I only get a glimpse of golden skin.
“Nah. It’s for your…” I gesture toward her legs. I can’t bring myself to say the dirty words to her outside of sex because she’s such a sweet, innocent thing. Plus, she might not want me saying that kind of shit. “Your muscles might be sore.”
Her face turns crimson as understanding dawns. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything. In fact, I think I have class.” She looks at her bare wrist.
Fuck. She wants to leave already? “I have to make you breakfast first,” I protest. “You can’t leave without some food in you.”
“I usually don’t eat a big breakfast.” She backs up toward the bedroom door. “I’ll just grab a muffin from the campus café.”
My brain screams “no” so loud I’m surprised alarms aren’t set off. I lunge toward her, tripping over the blanket and nearly crashing her into the floor of the hall. Somehow—probably from all those years of training—I manage to keep my balance and pull us both upright, but, in the process, the blanket is trampled underfoot. I’m pressed toe to chest with Erika’s tiny body. My dick flares to full mast against her stomach.
“Shit. I forgot I didn’t have any clothes on,” I apologize.
“I don’t either.” She states the obvious.
“Do you really want to leave? Because if you do, let me get dressed quick and I’ll walk you to your class.” I try to loosen my hold on her, but my arms aren’t doing what I’m telling them to do. They’re locked around her back, making it so she can’t run off.
“You don’t have to,” she says into my chest.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. If I don’t walk you to your class, I’m going to worry and I won’t be able to focus on training, which will make Morry mad and I don’t want to make her mad because she’s like a second mom to me.”
I knew I shouldn’t have said “I love you” last night, because now she’s scared. She probably just wanted to jump around my pole for a few hours and then take off instead of hearing some stupid declaration of love. I don’t know how to undo it, though. It’s not like I can rewind time. Time to use my balls for something other than making spunk. I take a deep breath.
“Erika, I’m sorry if I scared you last night. I’m not too experienced”—in other words, I have zero experience—“so I’m not sure what the right thing is to do the morning after”—because marriage is probably out—“but I figured I should make you breakfast, get you a hot towel”—get down on my knees and beg you to stay with me always—“that sort of thing.”
She sighs and I feel her ribcage expand like a tense balloon against my torso. “I’ve never done this either. When I woke up, the apartment was quiet and I just…I guess in movies and stuff, you’re not even supposed to spend the night. I should’ve gotten up and left so you wouldn’t have to deal with this morning-after stuff.”
“Left?” I shout like some outraged eighty-year-old.
“I-I-I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” She draws back.
I slam her against me again. “I just went to feed my cat,” I try to explain. I know I sound pathetic, but I don’t care. It’s not like I can fuck my pride at night. “I don’t want you to leave. I never want you to leave. If it was up to me, you’d stay in the condo all day and all night except when I had to train or you needed to dance, but we’d still be together because I don’t think I started living until I met you.”
“Oh.”
It’s a small sound, quietly spoken, but there’s warmth there. Surprise, too, but mostly genuine, warm delight. She hesitates and then wraps her arms around my waist. “You’re, um, hard again.”
“I’m always hard when I’m with you.” I might as well confess because it’s not like I can hide it.
“Is Tuesday okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Your heart’s beating fast.”
“I thought you were leaving me and that apparently is the most terrifying thing I’ve experienced in my twenty-five years.”
“You box?”
“Yup.”
“Can I watch you sometime?”
“Can I watch you dance?”
“Yes. If you want.”
“I want.”
“Okay.”
I let out a long exhale and force my arms to release her enough that her cheek is no longer mashed against my pectorals. “You hungry?”
“Yeah. I could eat.”
A smile breaks across my face. “That’s my girl.”
12
Erika
“Ice cream for breakfast?” I laugh as he places the bowl in front of me. It’s the most perfect banana split I’ve ever seen. Tuesday hops out of my lap where she’s been perched since I woke up and goes straight to the counter to investigate the bowl. She gives it a small sniff before turning tail and hopping down, taking off toward the bedroom. It might not be to her liking, but it looks perfect to me.
“I remember making you miss ice cream last night.” He reaches for the spoon, filling it with a bite that includes a little of everything in the bowl. He lifts the spoon, bringing it to my mouth as I part my lips and let him feed me. I moan when the sweet treat hits my tongue. I’ve never had ice cream for breakfast before. Tank leans down, kissing my lips. He slips his warm tongue into my now cool mouth. When he pulls away I sit with my eyes closed for a minute, savoring the taste of him.
“If you keep this up I might never leave,” I joke.
“Good.” He shrugs before bringing another spoonful to my gaping mouth. I close my mouth around it. I never know what to expect from him, so I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. I’m enjoying letting him feed me. When I was growing up, my parents never really showed me much affection. Most of the attention they gave me was for their own selfish reasons. They always made sure that they saved face to the outside world. I was expected to be perfect in everything that I did. Sitting here having ice cream for breakfast is something that would have never happened when I lived at home, so I’m going to savor every moment of it.
When I woke up this morning and Tank wasn’t in bed with me, I had a small panic attack. I immediately convinced myself that I needed to leave. My own fears got the best of me until I saw the panic on his face when he realized I was trying to leave. All of the things he’d said the night before come flooding back, reminding me that Tank told me he loved me at one point. I’m not sure if he knows I heard him.
If I’m being honest with myself, then I don’t think Tank is joking about me never leaving. I have no idea why this man has a fascination with me, but I’m going to go with it.
I let him feed me a few more bites. “What about you?” I take the spoon from his hand to feed him a bite. He smiles so big it makes my heart flutter.
“I must be winning you over if you’re sharing your food with me now.” He’s so smug about it. I swear his chest puffs out a touch. I laugh because he’s so freaking adorable. I’m sure that’s not a word people commonly use to describe him, but he really is. He might be one of the biggest men I’ve ever met, but it’s clear he’s the sweetest, too. I guess big men come with big hearts, or maybe I’m special. I enjoy thinking that I’m the only one getting this softer side of him. I want to have something from him that he doesn’t share with anyone else.
“I think after last night you can eat anything of mine.” My eyes widen for a moment and my mouth falls open when I realize what I’ve said. Tank bursts into laughter. “That’s not what I meant,” I rush to add. “I mean you can…I—” I dro
p my spoon. “I give up.” Tank keeps on chuckling as he picks up the spoon and brings another bite to my mouth. I take it quickly so I have a reason not to speak any more. Who knows what might come out next? Plus, although I’m eating this cold ice cream, my entire face feels like it’s on fire.
“You can drop the spoon, but I’ll always pick it back up for you.” I snort and swallow the bite he gave me. He reaches out, running his hand down my hair. I’ve noticed he loves playing with it. Last night he took every opportunity he could to bury his hands in it. I could feel him stroking it as I slept last night. The tiny touches relaxed me until I fell into a deeper sleep.
“No more half lies.” He tucks the hair behind my ear before placing his elbow on the counter to lean against it, making him eye level with me. “I need you to tell me what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. Like when you walked out here this morning telling me you had to go to class.” His eyes meet mine, waiting for me to reply.
“I’m sorry.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “I do have class, but not until later.” My plan was to sneak out of the apartment and hide out in the library until my afternoon lit class. That way I could avoid Tank and avoid any uncomfortable morning-after talk where he would lie about wanting to see me again and then never call.
I look into his eyes and know how stupid my thought process was. He’s as new to this as I am. At least he has the balls to throw it out there that he wants to spend the day with me. I’d just immediately thought the worst and tried to avoid him. It’s a bad habit I have from years of disappointing my parents. If I thought someone is disappointed in me, I avoid them. It doesn’t look like that’s going to fly with Tank. He’s going to push me to open up and I want that. Maybe if I open up to him he’ll start to do the same.
“How about you come to the gym with me while I train and then after, we can head over to your dorm and pick up your books?”