Chapter 14
Kourtney
T iny’s fingers push my panties to the side again, and I barely have time for a breath before he sinks two fingers in me. The only sound in the office is my sharp inhale and the sound of his fingers sliding through my wetness. While that sort of noise would typically gross me out, right now, it’s a show of how much Tiny turns me on and how well he owns my body.
I can’t control the moan that slips out when the heel of his hand presses against my clit. I’m in sensation overload between his lips at my throat, the pressure on my clit, and the skilled way he moves his fingers inside me. I’m seconds from screaming in release and letting everyone in this office know what we’re up to when he rips his hand out from under my skirt. In a rush, he reaches to undo his jeans, and within a blink, he’s pulling his thick cock out. In the light of my office, I finally get a good look at what he’s been hiding. We’ve done it a few times here in my office over the last week, but each time was very quick, and Tiny always caught me and satisfied me quickly from behind, so I’ve never had a good view of what he’s working with.
With a flat hand on his chest, I push him back and get a flash of ink on his shaft. “What is this?”
Tiny groans, looking at exactly what I’m looking at.
“What in the hell?” I burst out laughing when I read the words ‘Say hello to my’ tattooed across his very well-manscaped pubic bone and the words ‘Tiny friend’ down his shaft. The fact that he can even fit those two words clear as day down the length of him is something. But what the hell ?
“What in the hell possessed you to tattoo that on your penis!” I shriek, laughing harder than I have in a long time.
“You should see what Ghost has on his,” he grumbles, still holding onto his heavy erection.
I eye him curiously before looking back down. Giggles fight their way through my chest, shaking my whole body.
“I can’t wait to hear this story.”
“There isn’t much to it,” he groans with a wince. “Do I have to? I can’t say it’s fun having your girl laugh when your dick’s out.”
I smirk up at him. Dropping my heels to the floor, I lift my feet onto the edge of the desk and lean back so that I’m now fully exposed to his greedy eyes. Satisfied when I hear a groan slip from him, I smile. “That depends. Do you want your ‘Tiny friend’ inside of me?”
Gripping my thighs in his hands, he squeezes. “You have no idea.”
I sit up abruptly and slam my legs closed. “Then start spilling.”
Tiny rolls his eyes, tucking himself back into his boxers, which is a feat since he’s still fully erect.
“Me and Ghost were drunk. I bet him he wouldn’t tattoo Casper the Friendly Ghost on his dick, and he bet me I wouldn’t tattoo this on mine.”
“Who did them?”
“One of the guys at Flame’s shop, Carlos.”
He watches me with hooded eyes as I pull him back out of his boxers and run the tip of my thumb over the inked skin. “Didn’t this hurt?”
He shrugs. “I was drunk off my ass. I woke up the next day, and it hurt like a bitch. It was pretty swollen, too, not gonna lie. I thought my dick was infected. I called my mom.”
“You called your mom?” I yell with a laugh. “What did she say!”
“She called me a dumbass for tattooing my dick. Then made me send her a picture so she could see if it was infected.”
“You sent your mom a picture of your penis?”
He waves me off like it’s no big deal. “My mom’s a nurse practitioner. She sees them all the time.”
At my obvious confusion, Tiny chuckles at me. “I should specify. My mom just so happens to be a nurse practitioner at a urology office.”
“Ah,” I giggle. “That makes so much more sense. Well? Was it infected?”
“Nah, but it did suck having my mom show all of her work friends her dumbass son that tattooed his dick and called her crying that she was going to have to cut his prized possession off.”
“Oh my god!” I can’t stop the laughter that spills out. Tiny’s shoulders relax as my obvious amusement rubs off on him. He smiles and starts to laugh with me.
Rubbing the tears from my eyes, I drop my gaze back down to him and watch as my pale pink thumbnail creates a contrast against the dark pink skin of his shaft.
The tattoo there is quite silly, but I can’t deny that the thought of it there is pretty sexy, too.
“You keep doing that, we’re going to have a problem.”
“What problem?”
“Well, as I see it now, if we stop right now and eat our lunch, I think I’ll live. But if you keep touching me and I don’t get inside you soon, I fear lunch will be the least of our worries.” Dragging his rough thumb against my bottom lip, I follow his eyes as they drop from my mouth down to where my fingers lightly trace along his length.
“Let’s not keep you waiting then, hmm?” Tiny’s lip disappears between his teeth as I wrap my fist around his length and gently stroke him.
Pushing my legs back apart, Tiny steps into me and pushes my skirt to my hips.
Ever so gently, he guides me until my back is flush with the desk. Taking over, he wraps his big hand around his length, and I moan as the tip presses against my panties.
I want to scream for him to rip them off of me, but before I can, he’s pulling them to the side. Without another second to pass, he sinks into me, ripping a moan straight from my chest.
“Fuck,” I gasp. He doesn't start off slow. No, as soon as I adjust to his size, he pulls out only to slam back in. I’m thankful my desk is sturdy since he doesn’t seem to care whether we end up in a heap on the floor or not as he pounds into me. Thrust after delicious thrust rocks my body.
With one hand at my hip, he cups my face with the other, bringing his thumb up to my lips. Slipping it inside, I suck on the pad, earning a groan and a sexy smile from him, creating butterflies in my already jittery belly.
Wetness from my mouth coats the digit. He presses it against my clit, rubbing in delicious circles, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he fucks me perfectly in tandem. I’ve never met a man more in sync than he is. He manipulates my body like an expert, as if God himself gave him the manual to satisfy Kourtney Walker with little to no effort.
Most men usually can’t multitask so well. I’m usually stuck getting myself off with either my own fingers or help from a vibrator, but Tiny doesn't seem to have any issues as he perfectly fucks me just the way my body needs.
Adjusting his angle, he hits deeper inside me, causing us both to cry out at the new sensation. “Shit, I’m going to come,” Tiny grunts.
“Me too, don’t stop.”
He does quite the opposite, doubling his efforts instead. I become lightheaded as I float right on the edge of an orgasm.
He leans back, and I gasp in shock as he purses his lips and spits straight on my clit. Gathering the new moisture, he circles my clit, causing a new sensation to well up inside me. Within seconds, I see stars and explode around him.
Pleasure engulfs us both. His eyes roll back, and I fight consciousness as my orgasm rips through me. I can’t breathe as every nerve ending in my body lights on fire, from my hair follicles all the way to the tips of my pale pink toenails.
When my soul finally re-enters my body, Tiny’s pressing featherlight kisses to my chest make my heart beat even faster than the force of my orgasm already had.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says against my neck.
A blush heats my cheeks, and I squeeze my legs around his waist. “Thank you.”
He tucks himself back into his jeans and then lifts me off my desk, helping me adjust my skirt. I watch him as he does and get lost in his amber eyes.
With my past partners, there was usually this awkward disconnect after sex. But with Tiny, I find myself comfortable in the silence. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me? It’s as if his whole world revolves around me at that moment. The feeling secures me to the present. Is it too soon to feel like I mean something to him? Or is the feeling mutual?
I shake off my momentary daydream when I hear Tiny break the silence and vaguely feel like he mentioned something about his mom.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What?”
Tiny chuckles and taps my nose. “I said my mom and my aunt are in town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner?”
My brows shoot up, reminding me it’s probably about time to start thinking about Botox with the way my forehead wrinkles in surprise. “To meet your mom?”
“I mean, my mom will be there.”
“And your aunt?”
I can feel the anxiety creeping up my throat, and my hands turn clammy. He shrugs as if meeting his mom and aunt all in one sitting is no big deal.
“Tonight?” Pulling the hem of my shirt away from my chest, I slowly shake it out and let the cold air cool my panic-flushed skin. “Like in a few hours?”
“Why not?”
“You want me to meet your mom,” I say matter-of-factly.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I clear my throat, hoping my anxiety doesn’t show and he doesn’t take it the wrong way. “I guess I can do that.”
Tiny eyes me curiously. “You guess? You don’t have to. She and my aunt came to town, and they are staying at my house. Look,” he gently grabs my elbow and pulls me into him. I rest my hands flat against his hard chest and release a deep breath. “I like you a lot Kourtney.”
“I like you too, Nathan.”
He smiles at my use of his real name and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “I won't force you to meet my mom if you’re not ready, but I’d be lying if I said that I wouldn’t love for you to meet her or that I wasn’t ready for that step.”
A smile cracks through my momentary freakout. “Ready for the meeting the parents step of our…”
“Relationship,” he finishes for me with a confident smile.
“Yeah?” Looking into his eyes, I see that he means it. He wants a relationship with me.
“Is that something you want?” Tiny takes a small step back so he can better look in my eyes.
“Do I want a relationship with you?” I ask. For some reason, the intense need to verify what he just said washes over me.
“Yes, Kourtney, do you want to be my ol’ lady?”
My eyes widen, and I mockingly smack his chest. “Did you just call me old?”
His laugh lights up his entire face, causing his eyes to wrinkle at the sides. “Trust me, babe. Ol’ lady is a term of endearment and a title that holds the highest regards in my world.”
“Is that right?” I tap my manicured nail against my chin as if in thought. “Well, in that case, you drive a hard bargain. I would love to be your old lady.”
“‘Ol,’ babe. Not old. Yet , at least,” he jokes, pinching my asscheek.
“You say potato, I say potato.”
“Being my ol’ lady means that you are mine entirely. No one else's. That good with you?”
“Keep fucking me like you just did, and we won’t have a single problem with that.”
“Good girl,” he growls against my lips.
Once his kiss has me good and breathless, he pulls off and smacks me one more time on the ass before rounding my desk and pulling out our now-cold lunch.