Love and Tattoos (5 page)

“
I always have new tattoos,” he confirmed.

“
What’s the newest?”

“
The sun, moon, and stars on and between my shoulder blades. Before that was the white whale on my left side.”

Sh
e’d seen it a few times, watched while some parts of it had been worked on in the shop when afternoons were slow.

“
That sun? It’s my design, isn’t it? One of the first I did when I got back.”

“
Yep.” His hands rubbed her back and hips and bottom, lulling her. His cock had been hard when he laid down and it was still hard beneath her belly. She’d meant it when she said it was beautiful. It had a slight kink and curve downward that once inside her, hit in spots that had her tingling to remember it.

“
It looks good on you.”

“
Thank you. I loved it the second I saw it. The antique edges, the old world patina… You’ve got so much talent, such great instincts.” As he talked, he slid her legs across his thighs. She was open on top of him and his fingers dipped over her ass to fondle her.

“
Joe’s skills have… He’s really good.”

“
One of the best in the state.”

“
Brax,” she moaned, trying to hurry his ministrations along. He wouldn’t quicken his pace and when she shoved or pulled her body, he’d stop.

“
I like talking with you. It’s been such a long time since we’ve talked like this.”

“
We’ve never talked like this. Especially not with your hand playing between my legs.”

“
And yet, it doesn’t feel awkward at all.”

“
O-oh. Okay. You go with that.” But he was right. It didn’t feel awkward or strange to have him touching her so intimately while they were naked and talking nonsense. “Tell me about some of your other tattoos.”

“
Gee, can you be a little more specific? There aren’t that many to choose from.”

“
Ha. Ha. Fine. The whale. Why a beluga?”

“
Beauty. White is innocence, purity. But it is also strength, grace.”

“
The waves?”

“
Endlessness in a finite ocean. Forever until shore is reached. And, because I miss the beach. I grew up in California for part of my childhood and spent a lot of my time surfing and skateboarding.”

“
I didn’t know that.”

“
I would imagine there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“
Like?”

“
My father is a lawyer. So’s my mom. They’re divorced and married to other people. I have step-siblings on both sides and am estranged from all because I quit the law firm to become irresponsible and defile my body even more with disgusting tattoos.”

“
Well, I uh… Hmm. Not sure what to say to that.”

“
Not much to say.”

“
What about the date on your left wrist?”

“
The day my grandmother died. She was my favorite person in the world. Told me I could do anything, be anything and she’d still love me. She also took pleasure in pissing my mom off by telling stories of how she used to sneak out to meet boys.”

“
What? Wait. Who snuck out? Your mom or your grandma?”

“
My grandma. My mom was too uptight to do things like that.”

“
I might have liked your grandma.”

“
She’d have liked you.”

“
And what about the key ring and heart–shaped lock on your chest?”

“
It’s not self explanatory?

“
Umm. One of the keys unlocks your carefully guarded heart?”

“
Yeah.”

“
Good to know. What was your most painful tattoo?”

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The top of my foot and my toes. It’s all bone. Pure fucking agony.”

“
Then why do it?”

“
Because I wanted it.”

“
You had to know it would hurt like hell.”

“
Yes. But the pain was only temporary. The pleasure is lasting. It’s there every time I look at it.”

“
They say pleasure and pain go hand in hand.”

“
Yes, they do. A tattoo, a piercing, a spanking… The pain is fleeting, in the grand scheme, but pleasure is there long after.”

“
I can relate to that. The swirl was painful because it was against bone behind my ear. The piercing was excruciating for a the brief time it took them to punch the hole, but…” Words failed her. Her ability to process thought was failing her. How in the hell was she going to keep their conversation going while he was touching her like
that
?

“
But the pleasure that followed has been worth it?” he finished for her.

“
The waves on your ribs… The way the blues and greens and shades of purple mix with the white caps… It’s gorgeous.” His fingers teased the cleft of her ass, slipped through the crack and flirted with her hole. She couldn’t keep from pushing back into his touch, the feeling was too great, the need too intense. She wanted him inside her again. Once wasn’t enough. Twice wasn’t going to be enough. She honestly didn’t know how many times it would take to satisfy her, but once was most definitely not it.

“
Yeah,” Brax was saying. “It is. Joe did it at a convention last year. He wanted to try his hand at watercolor tattoos.”

“
Try?” That caught a small bit of her attention. “You let him
try
on you?”

“
I know, right? Dumbass. But the guy at the con who somewhat perfected watercolor tats, was right there the whole time, helping Joe, giving him advice. Was real hands on and it was totally cool.”

“
It’s like a painting.”

“
It’s the same technique as a watercolor painting, the same strokes and hand movement.”

“
I’ve never seen him do it on anyone.”

“
You should ask him. I bet he’d do one on you. And, you can touch me, too. It’s okay.”

“
I…” His cock lay hot against her belly and her pussy continued to heat and dampen the longer he played with her. “Oh God, Brax”

“
Chicken,” he taunted, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“
Completely,” she agreed quickly, dipping her head to leave kisses along his jaw. “Did you bring a condom out here?”

“
Damn woman. Again? Already?”

There was no sting in the admonishment, but two could play at that.
“Told you it had been a while, so, yeah. Again.” When he shook his head and chuckled, Annie was at a loss as to what was funny? “What? You can’t get it up yet?” she taunted.

“
Oh I can get it up, no problem, but that’s not what I want right this second.”

“
No?”

“
No.” He pulled her head down for another hard kiss. “I need to feel that ring against my tongue,” he whispered, and Annie nodded her agreement. That would work because she needed him to feel it, taste it, tug on it and make her come again. “Up then. Over my face.”

“
Yeah?” Annie didn’t think she could have kept the hopefulness out of her voice had she tried.

“
Oh yeah.”

One last tickle of her pussy and Brax gripped her ass. She crawled toward his head. There was no
thing for her to grab hold of, nothing to keep her balanced other than her control over her own body and his hold on her. His hands flexed on her behind and his breath warmed her inner thighs when he exhaled.

“
Never seen a prettier cunt,” he said thickly as she positioned herself above his face.

“
Y-you said that e-earlier.” She needed him to touch her. She stuttered every time he came close to her, every time he got near her clit but never right on it.

He danced his fingers around her hips and used his thumbs to open her. “
No reason I can’t say it often.”

“
As often as you like, just please…” She’d never been embarrassed or ashamed by her double-digit size, her wide hips and ass, her heavier-than-was-fashionable legs, or her ample, less-than-perfect boobs. She wasn’t embarrassed now either, but the longer he stared between her legs, the more she shifted on her knees and tensed, wondering what he was thinking.

Brax teased the ring with his fingers and
already, she was closing in on the edge. He flicked it back and forth, tugged lightly. When played with like this, with the ring being manipulated, it never took her long to hover on the verge of orgasm.

He blew a cool breath against her aching clit and she shivered. “
Please, Brax. Stop t-teasing.” She couldn’t think straight, hadn’t
been
able to think straight since he pulled her across his body, but with her pussy exposed and inches from his mouth, she could barely keep from slamming down on him. She wanted to let him do what he wanted, only she needed him to get on with it. She was dying for it, for him.

“
Okay doll, bring it down to my tongue,” he coaxed.

Annie had never heard such sweet words.
Her thighs trembled as he guided her. His tongue slid inside and she sighed in bliss, dropping her head back. It had been so long since she’d had a mouth between her legs and Brax was very good with his.

Tongue fucking her, tongue licking, tongue lashing a
gainst her clit. He grabbed hold of her piercing with his teeth and pulled, flicking it with his tongue.

His mouth was magic. No inch of her pussy was left untouched and the more wetness he ate up, there was always more to take its place. The more he sucke
d her pussy between his lips, the more she resisted the urge to grind on him until she couldn’t stop herself.

“
Brax, I…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. She relaxed and sagged against his mouth. She writhed and she rode his tongue. He gripped her hips and showed her the motion he wanted. She complied immediately.

Back
ward.

Forward.

Sliding over his chin and mouth. She undulated, bowing her back and arcing forward. Her nipples were hard, sensitive. She’d never been shy about touching herself when with a lover and this time was no different.

Using her t
humb and forefinger, she pinched the tips and sensation spiraled down to her clit. She did it again, and again and she soon found herself going over that edge she’d been eyeing.

The orgasm crashed over he
r before she realized it was there. Brax held her tight against him when she would have slithered away from the intensity and sensitivity of her clit. She kept hold of her nipples, continuing to manipulate them, drawing out her come until she slumped and Brax helped her climb off his face.

“
God,” she whispered from beside him. He was there suddenly, looming over her, his tongue in her mouth, her taste on her tongue, and her arms slipped up and around his shoulders. She sucked at his lips. His cock was hard against her hip. “You need the same thing?”

“
Hell yeah, babe. I need to shoot so hard and fast…” To emphasize his point, he humped into her side.

“
Mmm. Can’t let you suffer like that.”

“
No, doll, you can’t.” He shuddered when she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. He was hard and was throbbing in her palm. “At least, fuck, I hope you don’t.”

“
Where do you want it? Mouth? Or hand job?”

“
Blow me.” His answer came immediately, followed by a jerk of his cock between her fingers. “My cum should be down your throat or somewhere inside your body but never wasted on your hand.”

His crudeness turned her on. A lot. He was a sweet man,
hotter than hell, patient, adventurous, and at times, he was crude. She could well imagine he’d been good as a lawyer and knowing he was well educated, cultured made his ‘blow me’ comment even more arousing.

Annie crawled again, this time down the
blankets and knelt between his legs. She kept her hand around him and soon enveloped him in her mouth. She didn’t waste time with finesse or preamble. She didn’t go down slow and easy. She took him all the way in, all the way to the back of her throat. As hungry for an orgasm as he was, she was just as hungry for a taste of cock. It had been way too long since her last lover and no one had come anywhere close to tripping her trigger like Brax. A mix of street tough and refinement, charming words and wicked ink. He was bad boy and gentleman all rolled into one.

Her throat molded to the slide and
curve of his cock and when she lifted, then swallowed him again, it was perfection. Not too thin, not too thick, not too long, and most definitely not too short.