Ink #2
Sunny turned in her chair. Her tank top was twisted into a knot just below her breasts, and her yoga pants were pressed down low on her hips so I could have unfettered access. Her belly button was a tiny little slit against a flat abdomen I wanted to run my tongue down.
“More. Give me more, woman. Squeeze my dick. Fuck. So good. My wife so goddamned perfect.” He continued to fuck Shay for all to hear.
Well, not everyone. Just me and Sunny, who was looking at me, licking her lips as though I were her next meal.
I glanced over at Kidd’s table, and he was gone, the light in front of the store turned off, proving he’d left for the night and locked the front door when he did.
“We’re alone?” she asked.
“Except for them.” I nodded toward the back room where the fucking had ramped up even higher.
“You have a girlfriend?” she asked out of the blue.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Got a condom?”
My heart pounded a rapid beat, and my palms started to sweat. “Yep.”
“You want to fuck me, right here, right now?” Her gaze was half-lidded and filled to the brim with desire.
“Hell yeah. Drop your pants, Sunshine,” I growled.
She stood and, without any further discussion, pushed her yoga pants and panties down to her ankles, then kicked them off.
I ripped off my gloves, tossed them on the floor, pulled out my wallet, grabbed a condom, tore it open, undid my pants and my cock sprang to attention.
“Wow. Nice.” Her gaze was on my hard-as-stone shaft between my thighs.
“Glad you approve,” I said while I sheathed my length.
“Harder! Harder, baby!” Shay screamed and Rex growled with a fiery intensity that slithered down my spine and settled hotly at my cock and balls.
“Hop on, Sunny.” I leaned back.
She grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
With sure movements, she straddled my lap, centered the flared head against her wet slit and slammed down until her ass met my muscled thighs.
Bliss. Pure fucking nirvana speared through my body, and I dug my hands into her thighs.
Her body arched, offering the column of her neck. I pressed my lips to it, then my tongue and ran it up the slender surface. She smelled of wild berries and tasted like heaven. I tunneled my fingers through her silky hair, gripped the roots in a fist and forced her mouth to mine.
She opened for me instantly, sucking my tongue while fucking my cock with her slick, tight, viselike grip. She tasted of the Orange Crush soda she’d been sipping earlier.
“Jesus, woman, you know how to fuck.” I bit at her lips.
She grinned, wrapped her arms around my neck and used her legs to bounce up and down, riding my cock like a professional horse jockey.
I gripped her around the waist, plastering her form to mine. Her body rocked and rolled as though she were made to take my cock.
“Again, Pussycat! Wrap those legs around me. Yeah, like that! Come again, baby,” Rex commanded from the other room.
A fresh bout of arousal slickened my woman’s ride, making it easier to sway up and down on my length.
I lifted my arm up her back, curled one hand around the nape of her neck and yanked her down, lifting my hips, hitting as deep as possible.
Unlike Rex and Shay, I was able to keep my mouth over Sunny’s, stealing her soft sighs and heady moans as she came undone in my arms, her body tightening, sweat misting along her chest.
She was a goddess.
Riding like the wind.
Her hair unbound, a tumble of brightness falling against my ink-covered arms.
I took a second to imprint the beauty that was her in my mind as her head tipped back, her body locked around mine and she offered the sky a silent wail of pleasure.
With quick movements, and her pussy clenching around my shaft, I clamped my mouth over hers, tasting her final moan on my tongue as she climaxed.
The telltale spark of release started at the base of my spine, swirling around the root of my shaft in what seemed like endless tantalizing circles until I gritted my teeth, ground her body down on mine, and let go inside of her.
For a couple minutes we sat there, kissing softly, intimately, as if we’d done this deed a thousand times before, when in reality, we’d only just met tonight and I didn’t even remember her name.
I was such a shit.
With one last sweep of my tongue, I nibbled her plump bottom lip.
Sunny inhaled and exhaled, then languidly rose off my spent length.
I sighed and slumped back in my chair.
She grinned wide, slipped on her panties, then her yoga pants and darted to the bathroom.
I took care of the condom, tying off the end and putting it into a paper towel, then tossing it into the big trash bin that I’d take out with me this evening when I got ready to leave.
Sunshine came out of the bathroom, her hair falling into her pretty face. A dreaminess coated her expression as she turned to face the chair, pulled down her pants to her hips and hugged the leather.
I smiled and shook my head, put on a new pair of latex gloves and fired up the tattoo needle.
Fifteen minutes later, Rex led Shay through the hallway and out into the open parlor. Her long brown hair was even more wild than usual, her icy-blue eyes soft, her lips as bruised as the woman I’d just fucked.
“Shit, man, did we keep you?” Rex said with apology in his tone.
I ran a perfect black line around the foot of the koala, filling in the toenail claws one at a time.
“Nah, just finishing up Sunny’s tat.”
“Oh, I got a tattoo tonight too!” Shay gushed and swayed over to us to look at the bear. “Oooh pretty! Are you from Australia?” she asked as though we hadn’t just heard them fucking the daylights out of one another so hard we ended up having a quick fuck ourselves.
“Nope. Just visited and was obsessed with the little buggers. Ink drew this one from scratch off a picture I took of my favorite furry friend.”
“Cool, man.” Rex admired the tattoo. “For a chick tat.”
Shay swatted her husband’s bicep. “Shush! Just because the rest of the world doesn’t want to get snarling lion heads, reapers, skulls, and motorcycles doesn’t mean they aren’t important and just as cool.”
“It’s okay. I don’t care if other people think my tattoo is cool or not. It’s for me, not them.”
And wasn’t that just the best fuckin’ answer in the world.
“Well, I call bullshit on my husband. He has our twin’s footprints in the shape of a heart with their names tatted on his chest.” She poked at said chest with a red-tipped finger.
“Woman, besides you, nothing is more important than my babies,” he half snarled. The damn man was so balls to the wall every time he spoke of his wife and kids.
Shay blushed prettily at my brother. “Yeah,” she gushed and wrapped her arm around her man. “We didn’t, uh, bother you…um, did we?” Shay’s tone was breathy but still concerned.
I pressed my lips together. “Bother us? Not at all. More like inspired.” I chuckled.
“Hmm? I don’t get it.” Shay frowned and pressed her head to her man’s shoulder.
“No worries, Princess. Get home to your babies. Kiss ’em from Uncle Ink, yeah?”