Tank & Kayla

Freaky Frogs

Here's a longer chapter. Sorry for the wait.

Kayla sighed, her body already surrendering to the inevitable. "Double lock the door."

Tank didn't hesitate. He strode over to the front door, twisting the deadbolt and sliding the chain into place before turning back to her, his eyes dark with need.

Meanwhile, Kayla shifted, pulling her shirt all the way off and tossing it aside. TJ kept nursing, oblivious to the shift in the air, his tiny hand resting against her chest. Kayla freed her other breast, feeling the weight of it, how heavy and full she'd been since having their baby.

"Come here," she murmured, her voice laced with something thick, something familiar.

Tank obeyed without question.

Kayla cradled TJ with one arm, her other hand gently reaching for Tank's head, guiding him down. "Here," she cooed softly, offering him her untouched breast.

Tank didn't think, he just acted. His mouth latched onto her like it was second nature, his big hand cupping the side of her breast as he suckled, groaning low in his throat at the taste of her.

Kayla exhaled sharply. The sensation was too much; her son nursing on one side, her man on the other. Her body buzzed, hyperaware of the dual sensation, the way Tank's tongue flicked over her nipple as he drank.

"Mmm," he hummed against her skin, his grip tightening on her thigh. "Lil' bit, you know what you doin'?"

Kayla shivered. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Kayla shivered at the warmth of Tank's mouth, the contrast between his rough, calloused hands gripping her thigh and the soft, wet pull of his lips against her nipple. Her body was alive, responding in ways she hadn't felt in months.

Tank groaned low, his tongue flicking over her sensitive bud, his deep hum vibrating against her skin. "Damn, Kayla... you taste so good," he muttered, his grip tightening.

She exhaled sharply, adjusting TJ in her arms as he continued nursing, his little fingers curled into her skin. The intimacy of it all had her head spinning; her baby at her breast, her man at the other, both of them taking from her, both of them needing her in different ways.

"Tank..." Her voice was breathy, hesitant, but dripping with something unspoken.

Tank pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, eyes hooded with hunger. "You gon' let me have a lil' more, or you playin'?"

Kayla's heart pounded. She wasn't playing.

She reached out, tracing the curve of his jaw, her fingers brushing over the light stubble that had grown in. "Finish what you started," she murmured.

Tank didn't need to be told twice. He latched back on, sucking deeper this time, his tongue rolling over her nipple in slow, deliberate strokes. Kayla's breath hitched, heat pooling low in her belly as she clenched her thighs together.

TJ finished nursing, his little body limp and full against her chest. Kayla gently pulled him away, fixing his burp cloth enough to cradle him against her shoulder.

Tank looked up at her, licking his lips. "Put him down," he said, his voice thick, laced with something dangerous.

Kayla's pulse jumped.

She should've been tired. She should've been thinking about getting TJ settled, about resting while she had the chance. But the way Tank was looking at her? Like he'd been starving for her?