Tatted Cowboy (15 page)

I think I just came.

I shift against him, trying to get some friction to relieve the throbbing ache pounding between my legs.

He rubs against me, his rigid cock brushing over my tender centre.  “Luke.” My tone has lost its sass and now it’s pleading.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he cajoles, brushing against me again.

“Please,” I beg, my lips seeking his.  He pulls back slightly, teasing me.

“Please what, sweetheart?  What do you want?”

“You.” My mouth finally makes contact with his and I ravish him, taking the lead. My tongue sweeps out and slides through his mouth, tangling with his.  The taste of him explodes in mouth, making me whimper.  His hands go to my hips and he pulls me against him harder, my body completely flush up against his own. When he finally pulls back, I’m panting, breathless.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Everything you just promised you would do,” I breathe.  The contact of our bodies, but the lack of friction is driving me wild.

“You got it,” he rumbles, right before his lips slam into mine and this time
he
takes the lead.  Which, I admit, is a whole lot better than when I take the lead!

After kissing me breathless – again – he carries me into my bedroom and lays me down on the bed.

“This dress needs to come off,” he muses, running his finger between my breasts and down to my belly button.  “But first, the belt needs to come off.”  He removes my belt, sliding it out from underneath me before tossing it aside.

Grasping my ankles, he tugs me to the end of the bed in one sharp pull.  I yelp out in surprise.  The movement caused my dress to slide up my body, so now my sex is almost exposed to him.  He goes down on his knees, settling himself between my thighs.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he rasps.

I squirm when his finger reaches out to slide through my slit.

“Luke, please.”

“Look how wet your knickers are, Laura.  You’ve ruined them.” He swirls his finger over my clit, the thin satin providing no barrier at all.

He leans in closer, his facial hair tickling the insides of my thighs.  My sex clenches in anticipation.  I tilt my hips, desperate for contact.

I’m about to beg again, when I feel a tug and then the tell-tale sound of my panties being torn from my body.  I rise up just in time to see him toss them across the room.  He leans forward and I watch as his tongue comes out to sweep through my slit.

“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back into the pillow.  “Yes.” My hands grab his hair, tugging and gripping as he continues the spine tingling pleasure.

“Taste so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs against my wet flesh before sliding two fingers deep inside me.  He curls them up and strokes the bundle of nerves that is sure to have me screaming his name within minutes.

“Oh, God! Luke, I’m gonna come.”  He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his fingers faster.  My orgasm hits me at a blinding speed and my body rushes over the edge of the cliff, sending me crying out as I fly through oblivion.

He licks me gently, indulging in every ounce of my arousal before he comes up and moves over me.  Bracing himself on his arms, he leans down and kisses me.  I taste myself on his tongue and smell myself on his lips as he worships my mouth with his.

Then, his assault begins on my breasts.  He licks, sucks and nibbles each painfully hardened nub until I’m positive I’ll come again from that alone.  I writhe on the bed, desperate for just a little
more.

“Luke, please,” I beg shamelessly, my voice hoarse.

He moves to the side. 
What the hell is he doing?
  “Luke?” His name is a plea.

“Suck my cock, baby,” he demands, steering his rock hard length to my mouth. 

When did he take his pants off?

The question is lost among my thoughts when he begins to slowly,
slowly
push inside my mouth.

My lips part instantly, my tongue coming out to taste the bead of pre cum that taunts me on his engorged head.

I work his shaft with my mouth, licking up his length and swirling around the head, driving him wild.  His fingers on one hand find my clit and he begins to rub in furious circles, while his other hand moves to tweak my nipples, almost to the point of pain.

I feel it building again.  My stomach clenches in preparation.

“Luke, oh god,” I mumble out around a mouthful of his dick.  He slams two fingers inside me again and I clench around them, sucking him in even further.

His fingers leave my body and then his mouth is on me again.  His cock falls from my lips and I desperately grasp him and bring him back to me.  He moves over me, straddling my face and we feast on each other.

“One more time, Laura.  Give me one more,” he demands.

“I can’t come again.”  My body is exhausted, but still coiled, needing his cock.

“Yes, you can,” he growls against my flesh.

“I can’t.”

“Come again, baby, and you get my cock.”

He flicks my sensitive clit with his tongue and then bites down gently.  I scream, coming again, flooding his mouth with my arousal.

Before I’ve finished coming down, my body still pulsing from my orgasm, he moves off me, turning his body around to hover over me once again.

His cock rubs up against me and I whimper, desperately craving more.

“Ready?” he asks, looking into my eyes, his blue depths blazing with passion and desire.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He lines his cock up and then slams home in one thrust.  My back arches off the bed, my legs and arms wrapping around him, holding him to me as he begins to furiously pump into me.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I chant over and over as he takes me.

“Fuckin’ love this greedy cunt, sweetheart,” he grits out through clenched teeth as his body powerfully jars into mine.

“Baby,” I breathe, tightening my hold on him.

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart,” he pants.

“Baby,” I breathe again, my tone more urgent this time.

“Give it to me again, Laura.”

“Oh, god.”  My head comes up and I sink my teeth into his shoulder as I moan through my orgasm.  He buries his face in my neck and groans, low and deep, and his thrusts turn to glides as he pulses inside me.

“You leave a mark?” his voice is muffled as he speaks against my skin.

“No,” I answer on a sigh. I’m completely worn out.  He pulls out of me and I hear him leave the room.  My eyes drift shut as he re-enters.  He cleans me up and tosses the warm, wet cloth over near the door.

“Night,” I mumble.

“Next time, leave a mark.”  He gives me a squeeze and I fall asleep with him wrapped around me.  It’s the best way to sleep!

LUKE

“See ya tomorrow, Bella.”  I flick my index finger up at her in a semblance of a wave as she walks away.

“See you, Luke.”  She waves a hand over her head and keeps walking to her car. 

I flip the sign over on the door to indicate we’re closed for the day and then I head out back to grab my ute keys. 

I start up my girl and then we hit the road.  The drive to Darwin airport takes me just over two hours with the afternoon traffic.  Even with the slight delay, I’ve still got a half hour wait before Zeke’s plane lands, so I pull out the
Darwin Daily
paper and have a read while I wait.

Twenty minutes later, I toss the paper on the passenger seat and make my way into the airport to meet my little bro.

I spot him right away, even though I haven’t seen him for years.  Fuck! He has changed.

I smile big and throw my arms around him, slapping his back and gripping him tight.  “Good to see ya, little bro,” I tell him.

“You too.  Missed you, man.”

I hug him tighter.  I fucking missed him, too.

“Look like you finally grew into your arms and legs, eh?”

He grins and shakes his head.  He has definitely filled out since the last time I saw him; the day after our mum’s funeral.  He looks good.  He’s bulked up a lot, but he looks healthy and well.

“Yeah, might be bigger than you know, Luke.  You scared?”  He nudges me with his shoulder.

“Fuck no,” I retort.  “You’ll never be bigger than me, Zekey-boy,” I tease.

He scoffs at me and I unlock the ute while he tosses his bags in the back.  He climbs in beside me and we start off.

“So, tell me what’s been happening in little ole’ Pine Creek.”

I grin.  Then, I spend the rest of the trip filling him in.  I tell him all about Laura, and some of what has been happening around town since he left.  By the time we pull up at my unit, I think he is glad to be out of the cab and away from my talking about the petite, blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty with a sexy voice who has me falling over myself to make her mine.

Since it’s late by the time we get back to the unit, we order a pizza from The Cow and Calf and settle in with some beers for the night.  We spend time catching up and then we both head to bed.  Since my unit is only a one bedroom, and Zeke has had a long day travelling, I offer him the bed, and take the couch.  I contort my body, curling my legs up and arranging myself so I’m comfortable. 

Picking up my phone, I shoot a text off to Laura, knowing she’s probably asleep.

Wish I was curled beside you, instead of curled up on this couch  

Almost instantly, I get a reply.

Wish you were here, too, baby. Miss you. Hope everything went well with Zeke.

We text back and forth for a bit and then I tell her to go to sleep; we’ve both got early starts in the morning and the more I text with her, the more I fight with myself not to pull my jeans on and drive to her house.

She sends me back an emoticon poking out its tongue and I finally fall asleep. 

I fucking hate sleeping on the couch!

***

The week is finally coming to an end.  We have been flat out since Zeke arrived, because we’ve been able to take on more clients.  We haven’t turned away a walk in all week and our books are full with appointments for weeks in advance now that clients know there are two of us working.  Shit has been flat out, and even though the money is rolling in and I’m stoked my business is doing so well and I’m not doing it all my own, I’m beat.  I just want to go home to Laura’s and sink myself inside her before pulling her close and sleeping through most of the weekend.

“I’m sure Luke will be interested,” I hear Bella saying as I round the corner and enter the front part of the studio.

“What would I be interested in?” I ask, looking past her to see a teenage girl standing there.

“Oh, here,” Bella says, thrusting a flier at me.  I glance down at it as the girl starts talking.

“Hi, Luke, my name is Amelia and I’m a student at Pine Creek school.  We’re hosting an outdoor movie night tonight to raise money for our upcoming excursion to Ayers Rock.  We’d love for you to come, if you can make it.  The first screening is mostly for kids, it starts at six-thirty and we’re showing
Madagascar 3
.  But, the second screening at nine pm is for the older crowd and we’re showing
Twenty One Jump Street
.”

Shit.  I’m tired as hell, but I want to show my support, plus I’m sure Laura would love to go as well, if only to support the kids.  I know they catered for her opening, so she would want to give back.

“Sure, kid.  We’ll be there.” I try to smile but I’m sure it’s more a grimace.

Her face lights up and she thanks me profusely before walking out.

“Fucking Christ, I just want to crash.”

“So, you’ve got four hours until the movie starts. Have a power nap,” Bella counters, with a roll of her eyes.

Walking away, I poke my head into the private room where Zeke just finished up with a client.  He’s wiping down the benches.

“Yo bro, you okay to lock up when you’re done?”

“Yep. You headed out?”

“Nah, gonna crash for a bit on the couch.”

“No worries.  I always knew you needed beauty sleep.”

“Fuck off.” 

I assume my usual position and flick a text off to Laura letting her know I’m taking her out and to be ready by eight. Then I close my eyes and drift off.

LAURA

When I got the text from Luke saying he was taking me to the movies tonight, I was glad.  Amelia, one of the girls who were part of the hospitality team from Inner Beauty’s opening day, called by to invite me along and I definitely wanted to go.  They did a fantastic job catering for me and took so much stress off my shoulders, I want to do anything I can to help them.  This afternoon, I popped a cheque in the mail for a thousand dollars to donate to their excursion fund as well, which should help them out a great deal.

After showering and getting dressed, I take a lasagne and a loaf of garlic bread from the freezer – bless Gran, she is always looking after me, and dropping leftovers by.  I slide them into the oven and quickly toss together a simple salad.

Just as the oven timer dings, I hear the front door click open and Luke’s heavy boots hit the hallway.

“I’m in the kitchen, babe,” I call out.  Pulling the lasagne from the oven, I sit it on the warming tray and turn to greet him just as he rounds the corner.

“Hi,” I say, walking towards him.

“”Hey, sweetheart.”

“You look tired,” I observe.  My face hits his chest and I wrap my arms around his lean waist.  Beneath my ear, his heart beats a steady thud and I breathe in his masculine scent, unable to stop myself.

“Give me a kiss,” he demands.  I go up on my toes and pull his cap from his head before touching my mouth to his.  The hat makes a soft
plop
as it hits the floor and then my fingers dive into his hair, holding him close as I devour his mouth.

His hands grip my arse and he pulls me against him.  His hard cock presses into my stomach and I squirm against it, causing him to groan down my throat.

“You don’t stop rubbing against me, Laura, we won’t be going to the movie,” he growls.

I laugh once and step back.  “Okay, big man.”  My palm rests on his solid pecs, tapping twice.  “You hungry?”

“Fuck yeah.  It smells delicious in here.  Gran stop by with leftovers,” he jibes.

“For your information, I
can
cook. I just don’t have a whole lot of time to,” I defend myself.

He comes up behind me and presses his front to my back, his arms going around my waist.  “I know you can, sweetheart.  You feed me good all the time,” he says suggestively as he runs his fingers between my legs.  I gasp at the contact and squeeze my thighs together, both to trap his hand and relieve the ache that has started.

“After the movie, baby.” He bites down on my earlobe and tugs his hand free before moving back.  “Now, feed me.”  He slaps my arse playfully and grabs us both a drink from the fridge.

Damn tease!

We pull into the sports ground at twenty minutes before nine.

“Two tickets, please,” I tell the high school boy at the gates.

“That will be fifteen dollars, please.”

“Keep the change.”  I smile, handing him a twenty dollar note.

“Thank you,” I hear him yell, but I’m already driving away.  The previous movie is finishing up and families are packing away and leaving, so I drive super slow through the crowd.

After we’ve found a car space, Luke takes out the picnic rug from the back of the car and I beep the locks shut.

“Ready?”

“Yep.”  He takes my hand and we walk in.  We wave to people we know as we pass them and finally find a spot not too far back from the big screen. 

“I’ll be back.  Wait here,” Luke instructs.  He leans down to kiss my forehead and then he heads off in the direction of the snacks stand the kids have set up.

I watch him as he walks away, my eyes drawn to his sculpted arse, encased in those
perfectly
fitted and deliciously worn jeans.  His hat is pulled down tight on his head and his white t-shirt stretches across his back, outlining his broad shoulder muscles.  Even from a distance, his tattoos are visible as they snake down his arms, begging to be licked.

God, I need to stop.  I fan myself, trying to cool my heated blood.  I lie back on my elbows and try to relax; all the while thinking I wish I had let Luke convince me that staying in tonight would have been a better idea!

Luke returns with a bag of Malteasers, a box of popcorn and two large Cokes.

I sit up and he sits in behind me, stretching his large legs beside me.  I sit the popcorn between my legs and he places the drinks and chocolates down.  He rests his head on my shoulder and we wait for the other moviegoers to get situated before the feature starts.

“Zeke didn’t want to come tonight?” I ask, turning my head to see Luke’s profile.

He shrugs. “Didn’t ask him.  He’s big enough and ugly enough to look after himself, sweetheart.”

“He’s hardly ugly,” I mutter.

He gives me a squeeze and I look around to see him cocking a brow questioningly at me.

“What?” I grin, innocently.

Luke brought Zeke over to my place the day after he arrived home, and I made them both dinner.  While he’s not as broad, tall and bulky as Luke, Zeke is definitely a fine specimen of a man. 
Proof that he’s gorgeous; just the other day I called in to the pub after work to grab a takeaway drink and Zeke was there, surrounded by a group of girls all giggling and hanging off him. 

He has the same dark hair and blue eyes as Luke, but his jaw is a little more chiselled and his features slightly harder.  He doesn’t smile often and he is not a big talker.

“Think I’m gonna have to smack that beautiful arse of yours tonight,” he rumbles in my ear, pulling me from my thoughts.

My pulse quickens at the thought.

Yes, please!