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“You’re done?”

“I am. It’s just a little thing. I told you I wasn’t going to do anything fancy or big.

Just a little reminder.”

He got up from the stool he was sitting on and offered a hand to help her up. “Let’s get you up out of that chair and over to the mirror.”

“I think I’m stuck.”

“Not all of you is stuck. Just use your legs and slide off.”

“Ass.”

“Yes, and you’ve got a fine one.”

She smiled in spite of herself and slowly slid backward off the chair. Her inner thigh muscles were sore from being stretched and used in ways that weren’t normal for her, and she had a hard time walking without Jaz’s steady weight next to her.

He turned her around and thrust a handheld mirror out to her. Over her shoulder, in the reflection, she saw the fresh tattoo. A small white and light purple swirled birthday candle with a tiny yellow flame. Under the candle was the date and beside that was the name
Jaz
.

She couldn’t have been more in love with it. “Th-thank you. It’s… I don’t know what I expected, but it’s perfect.” She raised her gaze to meet his and found him smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.”

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“Good. Birthday girls should always love their birthday presents and get immense joy from them.”

Her eyes were drawn down his body, settling between his legs. “Immensely joyful is definitely one way I would describe this birthday.”

“Damn, woman. Can’t you stop thinking about sex for one minute?”

There was no heat in his words and she grinned. “Damn, man. Evidently I can’t.”

“Damn good thing then. Let me get that cared for with a little ointment and a square of plastic wrap. I’ll get things cleaned up and squared away then we can see about some more. Sex, that is.”

* * * * *

The baby oil dripped down her back and flowed in a stream into the crack of her ass, making her squirm. Some slid down the insides of her thighs, but some pooled between her legs as though waiting to be rubbed into her sex. Jaz’s hands were there then, massaging her clit with the fingers of one hand and massaging the tight ring of her hole with the fingers of his other hand. The dual sensations had her teetering on the brink of yet another orgasm.

She’d never had so many in one night and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk if she had any more, but she couldn’t escape them, didn’t want to escape them. Jaz’s touch, his nearness turned her on and kept her engine revved.

“Just a little more, darlin’, and I think we’ll be good to start playin’.”

“We haven’t been playing?”

One finger at her asshole pushed inside. It was tight, but as much as she’d been expecting pain, she felt nothing but a slow-building pressure.

“Not like I want to.” He pulled out and slowly pushed back in, rotating his finger.

“Ready for a second finger?”

“Yeah.”

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There was pain, a slight pinch of pain as he added another finger to the first. More baby oil eased the passage and the pressure began to build again. The more he fucked and stretched her ass with the two digits, the more she began to moan and push back for more.

“Too much?”

As the question filled the air, he began slipping in a third finger and she choked on her answer, forgetting what it was she was going to say, think or do. The fingers on her clit kept manipulating, and the fingers in her ass pulled out then sank back in with a twist, sliding out, twisting the other way and sliding in.

“You okay? Is it too much? Does it hurt?”

“N-no,” she choked out.

“You sure?”

He repeated the twisting motion, right then left, in then out. He tapped at the bundle of nerves between her legs until she quivered.

“I can’t, Jaz.” She thrust her backside at him. “I can’t hold on.”

“Of course you can.”

Mandi shook her head. “Please.”

“Impatient girl,” he sighed. “Only because it’s your special day.”

He stopped playing, and all she could feel was the heaviness of impending orgasm, the need crawling through her system, the heated anticipation of what was to come.

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. He was standing behind her, his eyes closed, his breathing hard, his face scrunched in a kind of pain mixed with ecstasy as he stroked his cock. She watched as he poured baby oil in his palm and coated the crown and shaft. When he opened his eyes and stepped closer, Mandi did her best to stay focused on his face, but the second he started filling her ass, she closed her eyes and moaned.

“Breathe,” he panted.

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And she did. She was. She tried.

She felt the pinch this time the farther he pressed inside, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it would be, given his size. She sent up a silent prayer for sex toys and lovers who’d enjoyed anal sex.

“Try to relax, baby.”

Yeah, okay, easy for him to say. Then… Then his finger was back on her clit, rubbing with steady insistent pressure, and she concentrated on the pleasure coursing through her.

“That’s it. That’s right.”

His words sounded as though they were being uttered through cut glass. His voice was raw and jagged, rough and hot. That turned her on as much as the manipulation of her pussy.

He stopped moving. His large legs were spread open over hers, which were only spread as far as the chair would allow. Her arms were wrapped around the headrest again and she was on her knees and he was deep inside her ass. Dear. Heaven.

He kept up the play on her clit, his fingers wicked and wet and determined.

“You’re tight, hot. Damn, it feels as though you might just choke the hell out of my dick.”

She wanted to ask him if that was a good thing, but she didn’t think she’d be able to form the words so she didn’t even try. She wiggled her ass, squeezed her inner muscles tight around him, and the growl that came from him was all the answer she needed.

He pulled back, and she hissed at the friction and tug of her flesh. Then she gasped and reached for him with her behind when he pushed inside again.

“You’re gonna come for me.”

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confines of the reclining tattoo chair. He didn’t hurry her, didn’t rush her, and she let go, focused on the orgasm she craved at his hands.

And then his lips were at the middle of her back, feathering kissing caresses across her skin and she sighed on a moan. He kissed the edge of the plastic that was plastered to her skin. “I love my ink on you. Your skin is so creamy, so smooth, the perfect canvas for art and expression.”

His voice, the rasp of his arousal heating her flesh and sinking beneath to flow through her blood had her jerking against his fingers. It was time.

He knew it too. His fingers dug in against her clit and her breath hitched in her throat as the first ripples let loose. “Oh. God.”

“C’mon, baby, more…”

More she gave too. She didn’t know where it came from, the more, but it was there.

His answering groan was the proof.

“Fuck yes, Mandi.” He started moving, short thrusts forward and short retreats back, and his fingers never let up on her clit. “Your ass is tighter, clutching my dick like a goddamn vise.”

And through it all, she never made a sound, her scream lost somewhere amidst the flash of overwhelming emotion and thrill of his attentions.

His fucking of her ass sped up and he drove hard into her, jacking his cock inside the confines of her anal channel. If he wasn’t careful, she might come to want this again and again and, oh dear god, again. The pad of a finger stroked softly over her clit before he pulled his hand from between her legs to grab at her hip.

His thighs pressed on her legs. “Close your legs a little more.”

She did and the muscles once again protested at having been in one position too long but soon recovered and settled.

“Yeah, good. So good.” Then he was out of her. Then he was back in, all the way to the hilt, hard enough that his balls smacked against her sex. “I’m gonna… Here it…”

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He never finished the words, instead grunting through his orgasm and the small tremors that still racked her body in the aftermath of her orgasm, turned up again, answering the throb of his cock as it pulsed come inside her.

He lowered himself onto her back, his arms wrapping under her belly and chest, his breath harsh against her neck, his heartbeat pounding through to hers.

“Best fucking night.”

“No doubt about it, but…”

He rested his chin on her shoulder but lifted most of his weight off her body. “But?”

Mandi laughed as she formed the words in her head to come out the right way through her mouth. She turned her head in his direction and was rewarded with a soft kiss at the corner of her lips. He was rough, tough and tumble, a little gruff too. She was so head over heels for him it wasn’t funny. Sh—

He pinched her nipple. “Owww.”

“Tell me what the ‘but’ is.”

What had she been thinking before? She thought for a moment… “Oh right. If we do this again, can w― Ouch. Dammit.” He pinched her nipple again, this time a little harder and kept up the pressure, the slight pain, and damn if arousal didn’t start weaving its way down her belly to her clit again.

“What do you mean ‘if’?”

He sounded a little offended, and that hadn’t been her intention at all. “Well, I didn’t want to assume anything. It is almost dawn and…”

“Your birthday ends at 11:59 p.m. We still have hours and hours yet to spend together.”

Technically he was right. “Oh well, in that case, every time we’ve had sex, it’s been from behind.”

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day with him was the best idea even though she didn’t want to spend her birthday any other way. “Yeah, it has, but can I help it that you have the sexiest backside? I used to watch you walk away from my table and get hard.”

“I thought you were hard no matter if you were staring at my frontside or my backside.”

He smacked her on the ass. “Brat.” He kissed her shoulder and lifted the rest of the way off her body, slowly, carefully sliding out of her ass. “Stay put.”

Moments later she heard water running and then there was warm, moist heat between her cheeks and legs. He again helped her to stand, this time tilting her face up to receive a kiss so sweet, her heart tightened in her chest.

“Now what was it you were saying before?”

Before? Yes, what had she been saying? Mandi had to think about it for a second again before her suddenly tired brain flitted back around to their conversation. She grinned. “I was saying, before you started interrupting me, that I’d like to have sex the next time looking at you.”

“From the frontside, you mean?”

He was teasing her and she loved when he teased her. Hell, she was learning how much she loved when he did anything to her, with her, in her, on her. “Jerk,” she muttered. “Yes, from the frontside.”

“I want that too.”

She tried to stifle a yawn but didn’t succeed. The need for sleep was catching up to her. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to being up all night.”

“Honestly, me neither.” He nuzzled her neck and she shivered, snuggling closer to him. “Let’s get out of here, get a shower and take a little nap.”

“You don’t mind?”

“No, baby, not at all. This way, I can personally attend to your tattoo.” He winked and took her by the hand, leading her to the front of the store. He picked up his clothes 56

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along the way and watched her as he dressed, smirking the entire time knowing her clothes were in the car.

“Damn man.”

“You know it.”

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The coffee woke him. He reached out and found emptiness beside him. How long had she been gone from the bed? Jaz opened his eyes to bright sunlight streaming in through dark purple sheers. He glanced around, slowly focusing. The walls of Mandi’s bedroom were painted a very light purple, almost the same shade as the tattoo on her shoulder. He smiled at the memory of inking her. Had it only been a few short hours ago?

There were no pictures on the walls and the furniture wasn’t overly girly, though the crystal drawer pulls and doorknobs gave him pause.

He stretched. The bed protested under his weight and his feet hung off the end.

They needed to go to his place tonight to sleep.

Tonight. After 11:59 p.m. Would she want to spend the night with him? Would she want to see him after this? Because he sure as hell wanted to see her. He’d gotten a taste of his fantasy and he wasn’t ready to give her up yet. They’d fucked, they’d played and teased, they’d talked, they’d shared pancakes. And she was making coffee. It was so much like dating that he was surprised at the lack of awkwardness. It hadn’t been planned like that, nothing at all about the events leading up to him being in her bed had been planned. Everything just happened as though it were the natural order of things when he normally wouldn’t believe in anything quite so evolved. Yet there it was.

Being with Mandi was so smooth, so easy and so goddamn fucking arousing.

The way she walked, talked, smiled, laughed, moaned, gasped. The way she creamed so sweet and hot for him. The way she slid into comfort with her nakedness, with his. The way she fit against his body and the way she fit his cock… The word

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couldn’t help it. He’d not been searching, looking or thinking about finding a woman.

His friends had found them in recent months, but though he was happy for Vin and Dallon, he wasn’t in a hurry to meet anyone and had only thought of Mandi as a fantasy.