Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) (18 page)

“
Maybe
it
’
s a
good thing that Alex, Jennifer, and I are going to Singapore,
”
he
said after taking a sip of his beer.
 
“
You
won
’
t
be as distracted that way.
”

Earlier, I
’
d thought the same
thing, but I
’
d
never say that to him.
 
I was torn
about him leaving, even if it was only for two weeks.
 
I already knew that I
’
d miss him
terribly.
 
In fact, just thinking
about him being gone
—
regardless
of how long he
’
d
be away
—
made
me cherish my time with him now even more.

“
I
wish you weren
’
t
going,
”
I
said.

“
I
wish I wasn
’
t
either.
 
I also wish I could punch
Boss in the face before I leave.
 
You know I don
’
t
like him.
 
He
’
s a snake.
”

I smiled at that and put my hand on
his thigh.
 
“
If you did punch him,
what good would that do?
”

“
I
don
’
t
know?
 
Maybe a deep sense of
satisfaction for me?
”

I took a long swallow of my martini,
lifted my nearly empty martini glass to him, and said,
“
How about if I give
you some deep satisfaction, instead?
”

He looked over at me.
 
“
What did you have in mind?
”

“
What
I promised earlier.
 
Tonight, I take
control.
”
 
I cracked my neck and shook out my
hands.
 
“
I have a whole lot of
frustration to work out, Tank.
 
I
’
ve had one shitty
day.
 
I have to rewrite my book for
that son-of-a-bitch editor of mine, and I
’
m about to lose my boyfriend for two weeks.
 
Does that suck?
 
Oh, you know it sucks.
 
For me, it
’
s the worst.
 
And because of all that?
 
I
have enough fire in me right now to make this room implode
—
though
hopefully you
’
ll
survive if that happens.
 
Not that I
can promise you that.
 
Are you game?
”

“
Oh,
I
’
m
game.
”

Wordlessly, we put our drinks on the
coffee table, and then I pulled him toward me, swung one of my legs around his
lap, and straddled him.
 
I held his
face in my hands and we kissed deeply.
 
My tongue darted into his mouth and his into mine, and I knew from the
passion of that one kiss that all bets were off for the rest of the night.

We stood, rather clumsily at first
because we were entwined in each other
’
s arms, and then I led him across the living room to his
bedroom.
 
There, the city glowed in
the windows just beyond the bed.
 
I
turned to him, he moved closer to me, and then his mouth met mine again.
 
We kissed.

Only this time, it was a different
sort of kiss.
 
This time, it was
rougher than it had been in the living room.
 
My hands snaked down his torso to his
hips, I cupped his bulge with my hand, and I teased him by stroking it.
 
He lowered his head to my breasts,
kissed the tips of them, and then pressed himself hard against me, inflaming
me.
 
I could feel his erection throbbing
so hard against my palm that right now?
 
Right now, none of this was moving fast enough for me.

Tank turned me around and started to
remove my clothes, his lips kissing each area of newly exposed skin.
 
I shuddered at the roughness of his
shaved chin against me, the warm breath and moist tongue against my back, the
strong hands working their way down to the curve of my buttocks and then up
again to unfasten my bra.
 
I felt a
chill when my breasts were exposed to the air, but soon his hands were covering
them, kneading them, and pinching my nipples until they ached.
 
Just when I thought I couldn
’
t stand it any longer,
he unfastened my jeans and gave them a tug so that they fell to my feet where I
could step out of them.
 

I turned to him, naked, my breasts
full with anticipation.
 
I felt
vulnerable, yet weirdly in charge and alive.
 
Tank
’
s gaze roamed over my body and I saw on his face a flash of
excitement.
 
He hadn
’
t know it a moment
ago, but he knew it now
—
I
wasn
’
t
wearing any underwear.

He leaned forward and brought his
head down to my breasts.
 
My head
fell back and I moaned as his lips found one of my nipples.
 
While his tongue fluttered over it and
his teeth bit it, the waves of pleasure that assailed me were intense.
 
As if sensing my impatience, Tank guided
me to the bed and lay on top of me.
 
I felt how hard he was and how big he was, and suddenly it was I who
wanted to be the explorer.

This night, after all, was on me.

I pushed him off me and sat on top of
him, my breasts only inches from his face.
 
He smiled
—
an
intimate, knowing smile
—
and
gasped when I gave his shirt a quick, brutal tug.
 
Buttons popped when the material
separated to expose his ridiculously cut chest.
 
I stared at him for a moment, and
removed his ruined shirt, my excitement rising, and then I covered one of his
nipples with my own mouth.
 

Tank arched his back.
 
“
Jesus,
”
he
said.

I wanted him naked.
 
I removed his shoes and socks,
unbuttoned his jeans, grabbed at the material, and tugged, but it was
difficult.
 
He was too big, the
jeans were too tight, and he knew it.
 
He raised his hips, I pulled even harder, and finally the jeans came
off.
 
I threw them aside and heard
them strike one of the windows.
 

I paid little attention to the sound
—
all
I saw and wanted was Tank.
 
His face
was flushed with excitement, fueling me to push the limits further.
 
I lowered my head to the waistband of
his boxer shorts, bit the fabric, and pulled them off him with my teeth.
 
With a flick of my wrist, they sailed
across the room, a shadow striking another window.

His penis was unusually large.
 
Transfixed, I admired it.
 
Extending from a thatch of dark-brown
hair, it lay an inch above his belly button and pulsed in time with each of his
uneven breaths.
 
When he was naked,
his body went taut with anticipation.

But I didn
’
t touch his cock.
 
Instead, I met his gaze with my own and
licked the area of skin directly surrounding it.
 
Tank grabbed a handful of my hair, but I
shook him free.
 
I sank down on top
of him and allowed my nipples to brush along the length of his penis, which
felt delicious.
 
I
’
d only been with two
other men in my life, neither of whom had been fulfilling
—
and
one who had been abusive.
 
I had my
own set of sexual fantasies that had yet to be met.
 
I sensed that Tank did also, so what the
hell?
 
I decided to go there.

“
Spank
me,
”
I
said.

“
Spank
you?
”

“
That
’
s right.
 
Spit on your hand and spank my ass.
”

He stifled a laugh.

I had to do the same.
 
“
Come on.
 
I want
some adventure.
 
Don
’
t you dare laugh at me
and my wants
—
just
spank the hell out of me.
 
I
’
ve never done it
before, but I
’
ll
tell you how I feel about it later.
”

“
You
’
re sure?
”

“
I
wouldn
’
t
have asked if I wasn
’
t.
 
Now, are you going to do it or not?
 
Because if you don
’
t, I
’
m here to tell you
that
―
ow!
 
What the hell?
 
Ow!
”

“
Spank
you like this?
”
he
said.
 
“
And like this?
”

I
’
d always wanted to do this, and now I knew why.
 
After the initial shock and sting, it
was exhilarating.
 
It felt so wrong
—
and
so right
—
that
I had to stifle a giggle.
 
Fall
into character
, I thought.
 
Play
the part of a tart.
 
“
That
’
s right, but don
’
t be such a pussy
about it.
”
 
I was so breathless and turned on
that I could barely speak.
 
“
You
’
ve got some muscles in
those arms.
 
Spank me like you mean
it!
”

He walloped my ass, leaving it red
and tingling and sending me to the edge of climax.
 
He spanked me harder, and I moaned.
 
He spanked my left buttock with his palm
and the sensation became serious. I lifted my ass higher into the air for
him.
 
And when he hit me again, I
came in a shuddering climax, only to fall on top of him.

For a moment, I just lay there,
gasping.
 
Then I put my hands over
my face and started to laugh.

“
Where
did that come from?
”
he
said.

At that point, my head was
clear.
 
“
The same place where
this comes from,
”
I
said.

And for the next thirty minutes, I
rode him, straddled him, went down on him, bit his ear, tasted his tongue,
pulled his hair, called out his name, arched my back, and came, came, came.

He had yet to come himself, but I was
far from being finished.

“
Do
you have a candle?
”
I
asked.

“
A
candle?
”

“
That
’
s right.
”

“
In
the living room.
 
On top of the
mantel.
 
Matches are next to
it.
 
Why do you need a candle?
”

“
You
’
ll see.
”

I slipped out of the bed, went into
the living room, found a tall white candle in a candle holder on the mantel,
and grabbed it as I heard Tank saying,
“
What are you doing?
 
Come back here.
”

When I struck the match and lit the
candle, I felt my face burst into a brilliant, glowing bloom.
 
I blew out the match, moved into the
bedroom, and started toward him.
 
With the city twinkling in the windows behind him and the candle burning
in my hand, the room was alive with possibilities and was absolutely radiant.