Their Obsession (Four Mercenaries 2)

“That’s it.” Tank left a surprisingly tender kiss on Clover’s ear. “Show me how much you love it inside.”

Clover’s flesh was frantic with lust. Even the rubbery smell of the mat couldn’t spoil the experience. Clover focused on his lover and the way his hard dick drove in over and over.

He did love Tank’s cock inside him, even though the stretch bordered on pain tonight. It somehow only made him feel more devoted to this man who protected him but also demanded obedience in return. Clover was soon lost in his own reality under Tank’s weight as the man fucked him harder by the second, gasping and whispering the filthiest things into his ear while holding down Clover’s wrists. Clover wouldn’t have closed his legs even if he could.

Tank made his final thrusts matter, making them harsh and merciless, as if they were meant to be in stark contrast to the gentle kisses pressed to the back of Clover’s head. “That’s it, take my whole load, boy,” he whispered. He settled on top of Clover, his breathing fast and raspy, but when he stilled, Clover imagined that thanks to him, Tank had relaxed.

They lay in silence in the dark van, and Tank seemed so peaceful Clover wouldn’t dare complain about his own cock begging for attention. He would be a good boy and wait for his turn.

When Tank slowly backed out, Clover looked over his shoulder, still burning on the inside, even though his man was no longer stabbing into his hole. Tank didn’t say a word, just sat back on his heels and asked Clover to face him. It took a bit of scrambling, but Tank must have gotten impatient, because once Clover was on his back, he pulled on Clover’s legs, forcing them over his shoulders. With fingers tight on Clover’s thighs to hold him in place, he leaned down and took Clover’s pre-cum-dripping cock into his mouth.

It only took a couple of seconds. Clover came, eyes rolling back, grasping at air as Tank swallowed his load.

He was still riding the wave of pleasure when Tank playfully smacked his ass. “You were supposed to stay quiet, boy,” he said, but there was no malice in his voice.

Clover groaned, rolling his head over the foamy mat, without much energy for anything beyond that. “Sowwy…” It came out as a slur, but Clover couldn’t force himself to speak with more clarity. His ass was tender, his whole body sated with both physical pleasure and the knowledge that Tank was no longer angry

They were quick to put their clothes in order though, and by the time Drake and Boar arrived with bags of snacks and coffee for everyone, they’d even managed to air out the van.

“You look well-rested,” Boar chirped as he handed Clover a bag of chocolates.

“Yeah, you know, we took our time relaxing,” Clover said, leaning close to Tank, who’d already started chewing on his jerky. So maybe they still didn’t see eye to eye about everything, but their emotional closeness was as strong as ever, and that was all that mattered.

Drake cleared his throat and turned to face the police station, drawing everyone’s attention to Pyro, who walked down the steps in front of it with his shoulders squared, as if he were ready to get right back to action.

“I hear the boys here got a visit from a certain someone related to another certain someone,” he said, falling straight into Boar’s arms as soon as he was close enough.

Tank shook his head. “They wouldn’t have needed to if you didn’t agitate a cop. We’ve had enough trouble on our hands already.”

Pyro waved it off and patted Tank’s shoulder. “Ah, come on, it all ended up fine. Let’s get going. What’s our next target? ‘Cause I’m sure you’ve worked out that much in the meanwhile.”

Tank swallowed and stared at him with a serious expression. “That Darwin? He’s got the same number as the guy who sold Clover to Riggs. I say we move our asses to Arizona and investigate.”

Pyro’s nostrils widened along with his smile, the tattooed flames on his brows lowered, and he rubbed his hands with an expression of predatory glee. “Sounds like fun.”

Clover glanced at Tank, unsure where they stood, because last time they’d discussed the possibility of him tagging along, the conversation had ended in limbo.

He entwined his fingers with Tank’s. “And I can come?” This time, he posed it as a question, ready to accept his fate and trust that Daddy knew better.

Even Pyro shut his mouth for once, though it might have had something to do with Boar’s hand tightening on his arm.

Tank’s forehead wrinkled, as if he were given a question of so much more weight, but at least he didn’t pull away from Clover. “We’d be practically hand-delivering you to the guy who’s trying to find you for some pervert!”