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“You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Tank.”
I squeezed the beast in his pants. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Without another word, he pulled me up from the booth and led me out the back door into the alley. The cool night air hit me like a wake-up call, but the fire between us was too hot to be extinguished.
Boiler pushed me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all tongues and teeth. It was rough, desperate, exactly what I needed. His hands were all over, exploring my body, squeezing my ass, tugging at my clothes.
“Fuck, Tank, you drive me crazy,” he growled. “I want to take you right here, against this wall.”
I bit my lip, the idea of being taken out in the open making my pulse race. “Do it,” I breathed, my hands working at his belt, desperate to free his big dick from his jeans.
He let out a low, satisfied growl and lifted my leather skirt, his fingers slipping under my panties to find me wet and ready. “This pussy’s already soaked,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “You want this as much as I do.”
“Stop talking and fuck me, Slayer,” I demanded, my voice rough with need.
Biker understood the assignment. He pulled my panties aside and burst into me. I gasped at the sensation, the delicious stretch of him inside me that was just too much.
"Goddamn, Tank," he groaned, his hips moving. "You're so fucking tight."
Boiler took his time, filling me completely, but when he did, I was utterly conquered. We moved together in a frantic rhythm, our bodies slamming against the brick wall, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the alley.
Boiler's hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he penetrated me with an unyielding force. "You feel so fucking good, Tank," he groaned, his breath scorching against my ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I encircled my legs around his waist, drawing him further in, needing more. “Harder,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t hold back.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving me to insanity. He was a beast alright. We both were completely lost in our craving, as if the world didn't exist. I felt the pressure build inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode.
My voice broke as I screamed, "Boiler!" The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body spasmed as he filled me, the power of my climax rippling through me.
“Fuck, Tank,” he groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With one final thrust, he uncovered it, his form stiffening as he emptied into me.
For a moment, we stayed in that pose, our bodies still joined, our breathing labored and erratic. Gradually, the world regained clarity, the city sounds seeping in.
Boiler pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on mine. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender.
I nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. “Better than okay.”
He helped me straighten my clothes, his hands lingering on my skin, reluctant to let me go. We walked back into the bar, our secret rendezvous leaving us both a little breathless, a little wild-eyed.
Back inside, the place was still buzzing with activity, but we were in our own world. Boiler wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close, his touch possessive, protective.
We spent the remainder of the night in a haze of whiskey and stolen touches, our bodies humming with the promise of what was to come. I knew I was playing with fire, but damn if it didn’t feel good.
The possessiveness, the sex, I could handle. With Boiler, suddenly I felt alive, reckless, invincible. But what happened next, threw me. Our lips met in a fierce kiss, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt there might be something more to this. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer, and I let him, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles against me.
We broke apart, both of us breathing hard.
"You're all mine, Tank," he whispered, his lips barely touching my ear. "You're all mine, no one else can have you."
I smirked, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the loads of alcohol. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you in my bed.”
Chapter 7
Tank
We stumbled out of the bar, our hands all over each other, barely making it to his bike. The ride to his place was a blur, the wind whipping around us, the anticipation building with every mile. By the time we reached his apartment, we were both on fire.
