“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?”
“What will you do while I study?”
“Read. Play Fortnite. Look at you. Mostly look at you.” He gives me a crooked grin.
“I like that plan.” I lean forward, wanting to show him I’m not running and brush my mouth against his. He groans and slides his hands into my hair. When I pull back from the kiss I realize that he has moved us. I’m not exactly sure how we moved from the kitchen to his bathroom, but I’m not going to complain about it. Tank is now standing behind me while I face the mirror.
“Raise your hands up, Treasure,” he whispers while lightly kissing the back of my neck.
I raise my hands toward the ceiling. Tank takes his sweet time lifting the oversized shirt he gave me over my head. I squirm, feeling his erection pressing into my back. My shirt hits the floor and I look up into the mirror to see him staring back at me. Our eyes stay locked as I feel his fingers trace down my neck and my collar bone, making goosebumps break out across my skin.
“How did I get so lucky, Treasure?” he whispers before he breaks eye contact with me and begins kissing the spots he just traced.
The only thing I can do is watch him in the mirror. The sight of his broad chest and my tiny frame is so arousing. I watch as my nipples pebble and his hands reach around to tug at them. I let out a loud moan as he continues to caress me. My hands reach back on their own to grab his muscular ass, trying to get him as close to me as possible. His cock is rock hard against my back.
“I need you, Tank. Please,” I beg.
“You’re so beautiful and perfect. I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you,” he whispers.
“You better.” He keeps treating me like this and he can keep me forever. I turn around to give him a stern look so he knows I’m serious. He lets out a small laugh and kisses my lips.
“Shower and then your place.” I nod as I watch him flip on the shower while pulling my hair up in a tight knot so it doesn’t get wet. “You’ll have to wear another one of my shirts.” He walks back over to me. “Sorry, babe, but I ripped that pretty shirt you made.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure Liv will make us five million more.” He leans down, kissing me again. I get lost in his kiss. I swear my mind shuts off. I’m standing here completely naked and I’m not one bit self-conscious. That’s what Tank does to me, he makes me feel comfortable in my own skin. My mind stops worrying about everything when he’s near. I don’t have to be the best when I’m with him. I only have to be me.
He picks me up by my ass and takes me into the shower. I pull back, laughing because he makes it seem so effortless to lift me.
The hunger I see in his eyes when he gazes at my body makes my shyness fade away. I’m fit. My body is lean from all of the years of dancing. I’ve always tried to hide what I thought were my flaws underneath oversized clothing. My hips are small along with my breasts. I’m petite everywhere, but Tank looks like he enjoys my size.
I enjoy his. Being small always made me feel less feminine, but with Tank that isn’t true. The way he picks me up and carries me around makes me feel cherished. He moved my body where he wanted it as we made love. It was the most feminine I’d felt in my life. Maybe being dominated by a man shouldn’t do that for me, but it does.
My hands roam his body as he washes every inch of mine. He takes his time, not missing one square inch of me. I thought after last night I might be sore, but right now all I feel is happy.
“When do I get to see you box?” I ask, peeking up at him. I should have known he was a fighter. Once he said it, I wondered how I missed that. He’s built for it. I knew he had to do some kind of training with his muscle mass, and well, after last night, his stamina.
“Uh, I have a match this week…” His words trail off as my hands drift lower, wrapping around his cock. I didn’t get to touch him here last night. His cock was either in me or he had his mouth on me.
I wrap my hand around him, still surprised he fit inside me. His whole body goes still and his breathing picks up. The hands that were once washing me have stopped now and are gripping my hips tight.