The Valentine's Gift

by Sammi Starlight

  The Valentine’s Gift

  A Watching Her Story

  Sammi Starlight

  Copyright © 2018 by Sammi Starlight

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  The Valentine’s Gift

  By

  Sammi Starlight

  “I’m here for my appointment,” I called out, setting my purse on the couch in Brett’s office. Brett and I had just celebrated one year together and had decided on matching tattoos. Brett had gotten his done last week, but I was here after hours to get mine done. He’d been harassing me for months to get a tattoo but my fear of needles always held me back. It’s kind of ironic that the girlfriend of a tattoo shop owner didn’t have any tattoos. It meant a lot to him that we get these tattoos so I’d agreed. He said he’d make it small and was going to put it on my hip. He wanted it in a place where only he would usually see it.

  Coincidentally, it was also Valentine’s Day. In all of my life, I hadn’t really celebrated Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend before. I was usually single for the Hallmark holiday but this year was different. This year I was with Brett and we were ridiculously happy.

  Brett told me he had a surprise for me later tonight; he was really getting into this Valentine’s Day thing. He fed me breakfast in bed along with a quickie before he headed to his shop. I received two dozen deep red roses at the apartment today. I’d always thought this holiday was ridiculous but this year not so much.

  “I’m just getting things set up,” he yelled back. “I’m in a booth.”

  I took off my coat and set it over my purse, taking a deep breath. My best friend thought I was a little bit crazy for getting a matching tattoo with Brett that would remind me of him and our time together for the rest of our lives, but it felt right to me. Brett had done so much for me in our short time together that even if things between us didn’t work out, I would always look at it fondly.

  When I met Brett, I was working sixty plus hours a week in corporate accounting. I was miserable in my work life and my personal life. I had a boss I let push me around and I basically had no backbone. I dated boring guys that didn’t excite me and led a pretty pathetic existence.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and shook my head. A year ago I would never be caught dead in jeans as tight as I was wearing tonight or wearing high heels. I kept my blonde hair down most of the time now and hardly left the house without makeup. Brett loved me without being all made up, but he made me feel sexy and confident now. I didn’t mind the attention I would get when I walked down the street. I’d done a complete 180.

  I was having sex in public so people could watch me and I now belonged to a sex club. I’d slept with my boyfriend’s best friend while he watched and I sort of had a girlfriend. I’d met Misty at the sex club when we were there fulfilling my fantasy of being with another woman and we’d hit it off. We hooked up regularly at the club with Brett watching and even hung out together outside of the club. Brett was cool with it all.

  Most of the time it was just the two of us during sex but that was rarely boring, even if just in our bed at our apartment. Brett had taught me how to embrace my sexuality and not be afraid to ask for what I wanted. I joked all the time that he’d created a monster.

  “Lizzie, get your ass in here! No more stalling!”

  “Coming,” I called, brushing the hair from my forehead before heading out of his office to find him.

  He was in the first booth I checked, sexy as usual in his black jeans and black tank top. My nipples tightened in my bra, looking at his tattooed, muscular arms working. There was nothing hotter than watching him doing what he loved. He truly was an artist.

  “Hey Gorgeous,” he greeted me, wheeling his chair over to me and pulling me against him. I leaned down to kiss his lips.

  “Hey you,” I said softy when our kiss ended. “Thank you for the roses. They’re beautiful.”

  “Just like you.” He smacked my jean-clad ass and wheeled back over to the chair and all of his tools. “Take off your jeans and get your ass on the chair,” he instructed me.

  “What?” I didn’t know I was going to have to strip. I’d been naked in front of Brett in a billion different places stranger than a tattoo parlor, but for some reason the thought of being half naked in the chair made me nervous.

  He rolled his eyes and grinned. “Yes, it will be easier to get to your hip. You might have to take off your panties too.” He winked.

  “Mmhmm,” I mumbled, reaching for the button on my jeans. I swallowed hard as I undid my pants and slid them down my legs. I’d seen him at work a million times, but hadn’t paid that close attention to the different instruments he used when tattooing. My fingers got cold thinking about the needle that would soon be penetrating the skin on my hip.

  “Are you changing your mind, Lizzie?” he asked me seriously. “You know you don’t have to do this.”

  I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my jeans. “I’ll be fine. I’m nervous yes, but I’m not changing my mind.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked again, reaching for me and pulling me onto his lap, his arm tight around my waist.

  I slid my arm around his neck. Brett looked like a tough guy with his muscles, tattoos, and piercings. Trust me, you didn’t want to piss him off; but with me, he was like a big teddy bear. He always made sure I felt safe and secure when we went on our sexual adventures and he was always telling me how much he loved me. Even if I told him tomorrow I was done with all our kinky fuckery, he would still love me. Our awesome sex life didn’t define us but definitely enhanced what we had.

  I kissed his cheek softly, my other hand on his cheek. “I’m sure. Brett, you’ve been an amazing part of my life so far and I envision you being so for a long time to come, if not for the rest of my life, so yes, I want a forever reminder of you. I’m just honored you want a forever reminder of me.” I reached down and touched his tattoo with our initials on the inside of his wrist. I’m overwhelmed that I mean so much he would permanently mark his body with me.

  “Gorgeous, no matter what happens I’ll always love you. You mean the world to me,” he said softly before bringing my face down to kiss him. Our kiss started slow and gentle at first. Then his lips began to move over mine more urgently, his tongue invading my mouth, dancing with mine.

  He broke the kiss, my forehead leaning against his. “Maybe I should make you come. It might relax you,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

  I closed my eyes and shuddered. “That sounds good but I think if you don’t start now, I may lose my nerve.”

  “Fine,” he sighed. He helped me off of his lap. “Get up and get that sexy ass in the chair before I rip off your panties and lick your pussy until you scream for mercy.”

  “Brett!” I say, feeling my face get warm at his bold threat.

  He laughed and rolled back over to the chair. “I love how you still try to act all innocent when I know damn well you are far from it.”

  I sat down in the chair with a pout. “I am innocent.”

  Brett threw his head back and laughed and I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading over my face. “You were innocent. Not so much anymore and I’m happy to be the one to have corrupted you.” He leaned over and kissed my lips quickly. “And I’m not done yet.”

  I squeezed my thighs together; I had no idea what other fantasies and games Brett wanted us to play, but I’m sure they were good. I couldn’t wait.

  “Let’s do this, huh?” he asked, r
eaching for a swab to clean the spot on my hip. He pulled my thong aside a bit, the alcohol cool against my warm skin. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  “Don’t want to watch?”

  I shook my head. “No. Just warn me when you’re starting.”

  “Ok, one sec,” he replied.

  My heart started to pound faster in my chest while I listened to him get ready whatever he needed to tattoo me. “Will this be quick?”

  “Probably,” he said. “It’s a small tattoo and just black, so it won’t take long.” He clicked a switch and I heard the needle start up. “Ok, ready, Gorgeous?”

  I clenched my fists by my side and nodded. I sucked in my breath when I felt the needle first touch me. It hurt, but not as bad as I’d thought it was going to.

  “Doing ok?” he asked after a few minutes.

  “Yes. It’s not as bad as I thought.” I sucked in my breath. “So, what’s my surprise tonight?” Maybe talking about something else would distract me.

  He clucked his tongue at me. “Nope, I’m not saying. You will have to wait.” He continued his work. “You know, after this one tattoo, you’ll be addicted and soon be begging me to do more.”

  I opened my eyes and shook my head. “It’s not bad but there’s no way I could sit through this for very long.” I looked down, trying to see what he’d been doing for the past few minutes. “In fact, are you done yet?”

  He laughed and looked up at me. “We’re about halfway. You’re doing well. I can’t wait for this to heal so I can lick it before I lick that pretty pussy of yours. I’m going to lick it slowly while I finger you until you come all over my hand.”

  “Oh my God,” I muttered as my head fell back down on the table. I swear he loved to get a reaction out of me and would try to be as vulgar as he could. I loved when he talked like that though. The men I was with before him never talked dirty to me. In fact, sex was usually a quiet affair with the lights off and no noise.

  I sat in silence for the next few minutes, images of Brett’s head between my legs filling my head. At least it gave me something else to focus on. I was pretty sure my thong was soaked by now and he had to smell the evidence of my arousal. Maybe he would fuck me in the chair when he was done. We’d done it in his office a million times but never in one of the tattoo booths.

  The buzzing of the needle stopped and I opened my eyes slowly to see Brett grinning at me from ear to ear. “All done!” He exclaimed. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

  I glanced down at the design on my hip, smiling at the way the ‘L’ and the ‘B’ were intertwined on my body forever now. “I love it,” I murmured softly.

  “Do you really?” He asked, his face beaming like a little boy seeking approval.

  “I do. For lots of reasons.” I reached out and touched his cheek. “I love it because you designed it and I love it because you put it on me.”

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he murmured before planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ve been dying to put some ink on you forever, you know that right?” he said, his hand stroking my thigh as he moved back slightly.

  “I know,” I nodded, not thinking about how his hand is dangerously close to my dripping wet pussy. “Do you think I need more?”

  He shook his head, his chocolate brown eyes darkening with desire. “No. I kinda like that your body is a blank canvas. Now you have this one little mark I gave you, but I love how pure and innocent your body is.” He glanced down at my breasts. “I’m thinking that I’d love to pierce your nipples though.”

  The thought of him doing to that to my body sent a jolt of electricity to my clit and I gasped. My lips parted and my back arched off of the chair. “Brett, I want you.”

  He growled deep in his throat before standing up to take off his tank top. “Fuck, Lizzie, I’ve had a raging hard-on since I started tattooing you. Usually this is just a job, or creating art, but something about my marking my girl drove me wild. I can’t wait to bury my cock in you.”

  I slipped my t-shirt over my head while he undid this belt buckle and jeans. Just as he was about to unzip his pants, he reached over and grasped my thong in his hand. “Let me help you with this,” he said before ripping it from me. He’d wrecked more pairs of my underwear than I could count in the past year.

  I moaned and spread my legs so he could see my wet and swollen sex. “That’s it, touch yourself,” he muttered as he slid his jeans down his legs. “Put two fingers in your pussy. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

  I closed my eyes and slid my fingers inside me. I bit my lip, surprised at how wet I was. My juices trickled from me as my fingers plunged in and out of me.

  “Let me taste you,” Brett groaned and grabbed me, sliding me so that my sex was right at the edge of the chair. He put his hands on the inside of my thighs and spread them wide. He studied me for a second before leaning in and licking my pussy from top to bottom in one long stroke of his tongue.

  I cried out and grabbed at his hair, clutching it with my fingers. I started circling my hips against his mouth, grinding against his face. He pulled away and I lifted my head to look down at him. “Lizzie, you’re so fucking wet. Maybe I do want to tattoo you more often.”

  “Brett,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop, please.”

  “I want you to come all over my face baby. Don’t hold back,” he said softly before slipping two fingers inside me. Over the past few months, Brett had taught my body to squirt. He loved it when I came so hard I would cover him in my juices. It didn’t happen every time we had sex, usually just when I was super turned on and tonight, I definitely was.

  I made a sound deep in my throat as his fingers found the sensitive spot on the inside wall of my pussy and pressed gently. He leaned back in and took my clit between his lips, sucking gently. I almost came up off the table, screaming as an orgasm ripped through me, my juices rushing out of me. He kept his mouth on me and his fingers inside of me, letting me ride out my orgasm, the walls of my sex pulsing around his fingers.

  He let go of my clit and kissed the wet inside of my thigh. Fuck. I hadn’t come like that in a long time. My body was shaking and my chest was heaving with my labored breath. I was pretty sure I blacked out for a sec.

  “Well that looks like fun. Mind if I join in?”

  Holy shit, I knew that voice anywhere; it was Sebastian, Brett’s best friend I’d slept with months ago while he watched. What the hell was he doing there? How did he get in? I never heard the door open.

  Brett moved from between my legs and grinned at me. “Surprise, baby. Here’s your Valentine’s day present.”

  Sebastian glanced over at me and my face got warm. I’m not sure why I was embarrassed by him finding me naked and spread eagle on the table. He had touched, kissed, and licked the most intimate parts of me. I glanced around for my shirt, finally spotting it in the far corner of the room. Oh well, no sense in being modest now.

  My jaw dropped; he’d gotten me another night with Sebastian? But it was Valentine’s Day. I wanted to be with him.

  My confusion must have been written all over my face. “You get both of us tonight.”

  Despite the intense release I just had, my sex clenched at the thought of being sandwiched between these two men tonight. I almost laughed out loud though; most men got their women candy or jewelry for Valentine’s Day. My man got me a threesome. It was perfect though.

  “Looks like I interrupted something,” Sebastian muttered, walking closer, his gaze roving all over my body, stopping to settle on my swollen and wet pussy.

  Brett grinned at me. “Lizzie was getting her first tattoo while we waited for you.” He pointed to it. “Check it out.” How was he not totally embarrassed being naked and having a raging hard on with his best friend in the room?

  “It didn’t really look like there was any tattooing going on when I walked in,” he chuckled as he walked over next to the table, his blue eyes on mine before looking down to check out the tattoo Brett had just done on
me. “Nice. A ‘B’ and ‘L’?” he asked, his eyes moving back to mine.

  “Yep. I designed it. We just got done. Who knew putting a tattoo on my girlfriend would be so fucking hot.”

  “I can imagine,” he murmured, reaching out to trace his finger around the sensitive flesh on my hip. I flinched at his touch, almost as if he’d burned me. “Do you not want me to touch you?

  I glanced over to Brett whose face was naked with desire while he watched his friend touch me. I still couldn’t believe Brett had planned this for Valentine’s Day.

  I had to admit, since that night I slept with Sebastian while Brett watched, I hadn’t gotten him out of my mind. I had fantasies about being with him again, even thinking about what it would be like to be with both Brett and Sebastian at the same time. In fact, I’d been thinking about bringing it up to him myself, but I was still a little bit shy about telling my boyfriend I wanted to fuck his best friend. Maybe I gave off some sort of vibe about my desires. Brett was usually pretty good at knowing what I wanted before I did.

  “It’s not that,” I stammered, not sure what to say. What was the etiquette for being caught naked and being touched by your boyfriend’s best friend?

  He glanced down between my legs again. “So wet,” he murmured. “Did you just squirt?” He asked, nodding to Brett, who’s face was still covered with my juices.

  “Yes,” I replied. I couldn’t believe he was asking me that.

  “That’s fucking hot,” he grinned. “Did Brett teach you how to do that?”

  I nodded again. He was going to think I was an idiot.

  “Mmm…I’d like to see that,” he murmured, slipping out of his leather coat. He was wearing a tight black muscle shirt underneath that hugged every muscle. His erection was outlined in his tight jeans. I licked my lips, remembering the way his cock felt inside me.

  “Lay back, Lizzie,” he said firmly, walking around to the end of the chair so he was standing between my legs. “Spread your legs wide for me.”