Chapter 7
Tobias
She’s enthralled me, the power she has over me without even trying, and yet she’s oblivious, and that’s what terrifies me the most—the way I want to throw my carefully constructed plans to the wind. Forget my morals to have another taste.
I love Ric, he’s like a brother to me, but I’ve never looked at Rainbow with anything akin to sibling affection, not the way I do with Ric.
Even though I’ve tried to pretend otherwise, we can finally have this—right here, right now—even if it’s only in stolen moments.
But if I’m lucky, it won’t end here either.
I kiss up her inner thigh and take my time working around to her outer thigh so I can look at the intricate tattoos she has sprinkled over her beautiful skin.
I meant what I said about her being fearless. She has her fucking clit pierced, for fuck’s sake.
“How many tattoos do you have?” I ask, wanting to commit all the parts of her I don’t already know to memory, too.
My fingers join in my exploration, massaging and grazing, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. I fucking love seeing the effect my touch has on her body.
“Hmm, about twelve. Most of them are hidden, but I want more.”
Being that I’ve counted two on each of her upper thighs, I’m intrigued to hunt down the rest so I can run my tongue over each design.
“Hidden, you say? Now that sounds like an invitation for me to keep exploring.”
“Well, who would I be to deny you?” she replies breathlessly. And even though I know she’s not trying to come across as provocative, fuck me if it doesn’t cause my dick to harden even more in my boxers.
“Mission accepted.” I stand, lift her off the counter, and throw her over my shoulder.
She lets out a squeal, smacking my back playfully, as I walk towards the sofa.
“Put me down before you hurt yourself.”
I swat her on the arse in reprimand. “Careful, Rainbow, unless you want me to show you what else my palm can do.”
She sputters, but I lean forward and lay her down until she’s sprawled across my sofa. My gaze tracks every inch of her curvy body. From the way her hair is coming loose from her messy bun, the flush that stains her cheeks, to her perfectly thick thighs currently clinched together.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” I say, watching her heavy breasts jiggle with her intake of breath, just begging for my attention. But for now, I have a game to play. “Now, turn over.”
I kneel beside her and watch the contemplation scroll across her face. I wait with bated breath as she pushes herself up and turns over.
“Good girl.”
She turns her face to the side, and I lean forward, kissing her on the corner of her mouth.
“You can trust me, but if I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I need her trust with the things I’d like to do with her.
My eyes roam over the tattoo that runs between her shoulder blades and down the length of her spine, stopping at the base just above her arse dimples. Fucking stunning!
“This is beautiful.”
She shifts, lifting up on her elbows and looks over her shoulder, catching my eye.
“My vertical spine tattoo? Yeah, it’s one of my favourites,” she says with a lift of her lips.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, leaning over to pepper the length of her spine with soft kisses.
She lets out a moan. “No, not as much as the ones on my ankles.”
“And does this one on your spine count as one?” I ask, my finger tracing the outline of the infinity symbol below the triple moon. I only know what it represents because I may have gone through a bit of a spiritual phase.
“Yes, it does.” She relaxes and rests her chin on her hands in front of her, revealing a tattoo on her rib.
“Hmm, I think I’m going to enjoy this game immensely.” I trace over that tattoo next. “Now this one had to hurt?”
“Yeah, that one did, to be fair.”
Lowering my face, I leisurely lick over the area. She shifts and lets out a startled laugh.
“Oh my God, stop,” she says, trying to move away from me.
“Are you ticklish?” I ask, my fingers dancing over the same area, causing her to buck, and I narrowly avoid an elbow to the face.
“Easy, sweet cheeks, I’m all for pain with my pleasure, but turning up at work Monday with a broken nose might be pushing it.”
She rolls onto her side, her front facing me.
“Well you can’t just tickle a girl like that and not expect repercussions.”
I laugh, loving the easy banter between us.
“That’s very true, but we have a game to play, and I have a few more tattoos to locate.”
“I can tell you where they are,” she offers.
I shake my head. “Now, where would the fun in that be? Besides, I want to explore each one with my tongue as a reward.”
Playing and teasing as I go, I finally pull those sinful shorts and knickers down her legs until she’s bare, eliciting goosebumps.
“I have to ask, was it a guy who pierced you here and gave you that tattoo on your bikini line?” A flare of unwanted jealousy hits me out of nowhere with the knowledge that someone touched her there, somewhere so intimate and mine.
She scrunches her nose as she stares down at me kneeling between her splayed legs. Her eyes sear through me, searching for answers I don’t have. Ones I’m not ready to admit yet, so I go back to studying.
“I’m not going to dignify that question with an answer. They were both done at Mayfair Ink and they were perfectly professional,” she says.
“Good, and rightfully so, because this cunt is mine.”
I don’t know where this sudden need to claim her has stemmed from. I’m not usually that person, but fuck me, she has me acting completely out of character.
Swallowing hard, I lick my lips, my mouth practically watering in anticipation as I lean in and clamp down over her clit.
The piercing is a caress against my tongue as she arches into me.
If she was going to argue with my statement, it gets lost behind the explicit language passing her lips as I hook two fingers inside her and move them in a come-hither motion, hitting her G-spot.
I glance up, seeing her eyes closed and lips parted as she writhes against me.
Sweet. Fucking. Perfection.
I love how she tastes. It’s like coming home, the way she feels right for me.
I want to sink inside her, bury myself to the hilt, and never fucking leave.
I want to mark her skin, paint her pussy walls with my cum, have it dripping out of her pretty cunt and her arse, because if I have my way, I plan to take her every way possible.
Groaning, I reach into my boxer briefs with my free hand, unable to deny myself any longer. Pre-cum skims across my palm as I wrap my fist around my shaft and squeeze—hard.
She flutters around my fingers, her orgasm on the precipice. Her thighs tighten around my head, and fuck me, the thought of being suffocated for her pleasure is one I can very much get behind.
“To-bias, fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” she says, her juices running freely down my chin and hand. She’s so fucking wet.
But fuck, I need to have her ride my face when she comes this time.
I pull away, and she smacks the cushion beside her in outrage. I can’t help but chuckle.
“My needy little nymph. Don’t worry, you’ll come, but you’ll do it riding my face. Now, up.”
She pushes onto her elbows, face flushed, hair in disarray and yet she’s never looked so captivating.
“Now! Hurry up,” I say, reaching out for her hand. She places hers in mine and I pull her up. I strip out of my joggers and boxer briefs, and we quickly switch positions, my erection pointing up towards my abdomen as I lay down.
“My eyes are up here,” I say as she stares down at my cock, lips parted. She clears her throat, and her gaze moves back to mine. “I’ll let you look all you want later, but right now I need you up here,” I say, reaching for her hips.
It takes her a moment to gain her bearings as she moves up my body and straddles my face.
“I’ll need you to sit, not perch. You’re a woman, not a bird. Now, Rainbow, ride my face until you come.”