Their Property (Four Mercenaries 3) - Page 70

Were they really doing this? The answer came in the form of clicks when the cuffs closed on the thick wrists. With only the chair in the way of mayhem, it wasn’t as much of a security measure as a way to ensure Tank wouldn’t overwhelm Drake with his dominant nature, and he was okay with that.

“I don’t think I can do anal,” he whispered, feeling that more secure now that Tank’s hands were restrained. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the warm nape before running his hands down Tank’s naked chest, which he’d lusted after for too long.

Tank licked his lips. He followed Drake’s every move like a fly trap with eyes. “Okay. Will I get one of those first-class blowjobs then?”

Drake hummed and licked Tank’s ear, emboldened by his apparent helplessness. “I’ve been told you have a prize-winning cock.”

Tank ate that right up and grinned like a madman. “Like you didn’t know that already.”

Drake smiled back and pulled on Tank’s chin until their lips aligned for a kiss that sent a jolt throughout his body. “I haven’t tasted it yet. But I know it’s big, and that those balls contain a lot of lovejuice,” he said with a smirk, moving toward Tank in a single step.

The awkwardness had gone with the click of the cuffs. He wouldn’t be dominating Tank, but being in charge put him at ease in a whole new way. He’d never actually imagined Tank giving into him this way, but now that it was happening and this hunk of a man allowed Drake to take charge and encouraged touch, his senses burned with raw desire.

Tank leaned back and spread his legs, showing off his bulge. “It’s been a dry week for me.”

“Poor you. Let me take care of that. At least you won’t have to lie to your new work buddies when they ask you if you got laid,” Drake said, slowly getting to his knees between Tank’s thighs. He’d never talked to anyone quite like this during sex, maybe with the exception of Clover, but with Tank it felt as natural as breathing.

He pulled the zipper down and undid the top button before pulling on the two layers of fabric keeping him from seeing that beautiful cock, which for once would be hard for him.

Tank was so handsome with his eyelids lowered and dark eyes looking only at him. Drake had seen Clover on his knees in front of Tank countless times, but things were different from this perspective. Tank seemed somehow more imposing, yet he’d agreed to cuffs to put Drake at ease. He didn’t ask unnecessary questions and didn’t get defensive over Drake’s reluctance earlier. He understood he wasn’t the source of Drake’s discomfort, and being Tank, he offered a solution that worked so, so well.

“I wouldn’t kiss and tell,” Tank whispered.

“You sure? Clover would want to hear all about what I’m going to do now,” Drake said, pulling his fingertips down the massive chest and through the hair on Tank’s stomach. When the clothes were lowered enough and Tank’s cock came into view—thick and already getting darker as it hardened—Drake felt himself salivating.

Tank clicked his tongue and his eyes drifted off. “Oh. Hm.”

Drake had to fight himself for it, but he looked away from Tank’s cock. “What?”

“Clover. Is this… bad? Should we talk to him first? I’d hate to break his trust.”

Drake barely kept himself from rolling his eyes, because as decent as it was of Tank to consider this, he’d had more than his share of awkwardness and failure for the night. It was time for his reward.

So he leaned in and rubbed his nose against Tank’s. “Why do you think I decided to approach this topic at all tonight? Of course he knows.”

Tank licked his lips as they stretched into a smile. “Sly boy. Hope he gave you pointers.”

“My game’s so spot on after all,” Drake said with a shake of his head and squeezed Tank’s dick while emotion bubbled up in his chest when the handsome features relaxed in response to the touch.

Tank snorted, but arched his hips up, spreading his thighs in invitation. “You’ve got no game.”

“It’s a good thing I’m in a relationship then. Don’t have to work for it so hard.” Drake grinned and sat back on his heels, pumping the thick girth to hardness while his attention settled on the fat balls below. With a soft whine he couldn’t hold in, he buried his nose in the trimmed pubes and tasted the sac, gently rolling the tip of his tongue through the loose skin.

When he didn’t have to worry about Tank’s strong hands pushing him down, he could enjoy the cock he’d watched so many times. Impressive in size, cut and veiny, it really was a thing of beauty. Much darker than Clover’s red-pink dick, it was the embodiment of masculinity, and Drake was no longer hesitant about his touch.

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