Inked Armor

by Helena Hunting

  When she slowly shifted around, giving me ample opportunity to stop her, I didn’t. Instead I urged her to part her legs and straddle me. That wet heat was only an inch away from where I needed it to be now, though fabric impeded direct contact. Tenley’s ass was like a magnet for my hands and they went there immediately, gripping the soft, pliant flesh.

  My dick was so fucking ecstatic. If it had hands, it would have torn right through my scrubs, moved those pathetic shorts of hers aside, and dived right in. Instead it punched helplessly at the fabric, and I made a pained sound because my balls were so tight, they were on the verge of exploding.

  When her hands glided down my chest to the hem of my shirt, I caught her wrists by reflex.

  “This doesn’t have to lead to sex,” she said. “I could just make you feel good. Would you let me do that?”

  My mouth worked independently of my brain, probably because all the blood in my body was currently pooled in the appendage all snug and cozy between Tenley’s legs. “I don’t know if—I want—”

  “We’re adults, Hayden. We don’t have to stay stalled out in first gear forever. We can go as far as you’re comfortable with. You tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

  As if it were that easy.

  Our palms connected. Then she pressed her lips against the back of my hand. When I didn’t stop her, Tenley bit down on a knuckle and gave it a wet kiss. A promise of what was to come should I relent on my own inane restrictions.

  She guided my hands to rest on her upper thighs, right below the hem of her shorts. Her mouth moved across my jaw until she reached my lips. Her tongue met mine in a leisurely sweep, over and over, until I was lulled into a sense of false security that we weren’t going to take this any further. Her fingers traveled up and down my forearms at the same languid pace, then went lower and dipped under the hem of my shirt. I stiffened.

  “I just want to see you. I miss looking at you.” When she put it that way, it seemed like a reasonable request.

  I raised my arms and she drew my shirt over my head. Tenley folded it neatly and set it on the arm of the couch. She started at my shoulders, smoothing her hands down my chest, over my stomach, and back up again. After that, her fingers went to work tracing my ink. Her exploration was slow to the point of painful, but I didn’t complain. Her touch was exactly what I needed; the thing I’d been denied for so long. I couldn’t remember why I thought it made sense to prolong the misery.

  And then she went lower.

  My grip tightened on her thighs.

  She peeked up at me through her lashes. “You don’t want me to touch you? But you’re so hard.”

  Talking about how hard I was did not help my resolve.

  “Please? You’re like this all the time. It must be torture. I could make it better.”

  I couldn’t deny the truth in what she said. I was always hard around her. It sucked to have perpetual blue balls.

  She shifted forward, her hot, cotton-covered pussy settled right over my erection. She ground her hips in a slow circle. Her lips moved from my shoulder, up my neck to my ear, and she whispered, “I just want to touch.”

  She brushed over the outline of my straining cock and I had no will to stop her. All I could think about was how good it would feel when it wasn’t my own shitty hand doing the work.

  Her nails were longer than I’d ever seen them, the white tips filed in a gentle curve. As she released the tie on my scrubs, I watched with mind-numbing anticipation. I’d never before been this excited about a goddamn hand job. Once the tie was undone, Tenley’s hand slipped inside the waistband.

  She grazed the head and I groaned, looking down at her wrist as it peeked out from the dark fabric. She hummed in approval as she followed the ridge and circled the steel ball. Her warm hand wrapped around the shaft and she freed my dick from my pants. I was so fucking ready to blow, the head was almost purple. Her thumb slid back and forth along the slit, which felt unfucking real.

  “Look at you,” she murmured. “You need some relief, don’t you?”

  An animalistic grunt was all I could manage.

  Her free hand, which had been resting on my chest, joined the other one. She laced her fingers together, circling the shaft, her thumbs stacked on top of each other. The slow stroking started. My hips arched and I felt the abrasive brush of cotton against the head. Her oversize shirt was getting in the way, particularly of my view.

  “Let go for a second,” I ground out.

  “What?” She squeezed harder instead.

  I tugged on the hem of her shirt and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I want this off.”

  “Oh.”

  She did as I asked, and I let out a strangled sound because she wasn’t touching me anymore. Then she shifted her hips and my erection was right between the cotton of her shorts and the bare flesh of her inner thigh, and, God, it was warm.

  As soon as the shirt was off, her hands returned to their rightful place, and satin-smooth strands of her hair tickled my chest. I moved it out of the way and cupped her breasts, my thumbs sweeping over the tight nipples. I was rewarded with a soft sigh.

  With one hand on my shoulder, she rose up on her knees and used the head of my cock to push her shorts to the side. Underneath were smooth satin panties, with a much more appealing texture than cotton. Her face was flushed as she looked down to watch her body move against me, the smooth steel ball of my piercing sliding right over where her clit was.

  She maintained a steady rhythm, her body stiffening as she breathed out an expletive with the next aggressive shift of her hips. Having her grind herself all over me was enthralling, her breasts bouncing. I was at eye level with them so I leaned in and covered a pierced nipple with my mouth, flicking my tongue against the barbell. She gasped and bucked, gripping me tighter, moving faster. I held on to her hips as her movements became more frantic.

  Her eyes flipped to mine, an emotion close to shock crossing her face, replaced with a bliss that verged on agony. “Oh, God.”

  The sound that followed was the sexiest thing I ever heard. Her body shook as she arched forward; then she sagged against me, panting into my neck. Watching her come like a freight train left me hanging on the edge.

  She mumbled something into my neck and her lips swept over to my mouth. Despite her release, her kiss was full of pent-up need and longing. She shimmied back off my lap, momentarily confusing me until she sank down on her knees between my legs.

  A small part of my subconscious pointed out the lack of fairness. She only got a dry hump and I was going to get to watch my cock disappear between those pretty, full lips of hers. But I didn’t complain when she pulled my pants down my legs.

  She wrapped one hand around the shaft, and her eyes never left mine as she leaned forward and swirled her soft, wet tongue around the head, then took it in her mouth. The last time she’d done this had been in a dimly lit parking garage.

  I had replayed the hazy image in my head a million times, but nothing could have prepared me for the vision of a half-naked Tenley, in skimpy shorts, with my dick in her mouth. She hummed around me and my eyes rolled up. Tenley moved to work me from a different angle, the piercing clicking along her teeth. Her head moved down with her hand as she took as much of me in as she could.

  That sight should go down in the annals of cocksucking history. I wanted to snap a picture of her and use it as my screen saver, especially when she sucked her way back up. Then her cheeks hollowed and she popped off. She pressed her tongue right over the steel ball on the underside of the head and licked up, as if it were an ice cream cone.

  “Do you have any idea how hot you look?” I asked, my voice rough.

  Her smile was full of smug satisfaction as her lips closed around me once again. She sank down until I could feel the back of her throat. I wrapped her hair around my wrist and cupped the back of her head, guiding her mouth. Her palm twisted on the up-stroke, lips reaching the ridge, tongue swirling around the tip and pressing into the sl
it.

  “Christ.” I gritted my teeth.

  As I got closer, my fingers involuntarily tightened in her hair. She looked up at me through thick lashes and hummed as I moved her faster over me, sending the vibrations straight through my shaft. This time on her way up she left a gap between her hand and her mouth, exposing an inch of slick, wet cock. I felt the click of steel against her teeth as she grazed the sensitive skin and tugged up on the barbell. I closed my eyes because the sight, with the sensation, would end this far sooner than I wanted. But it didn’t help. All my muscles tightened in response to the impending orgasm.

  “I’m gonna come,” I warned.

  I expected her to speed up, which I would have done, but she slowed down, fighting against my hand on the back of her head. I was so close, just teetering on the brink, but not going over. It was the best torture I ever had.

  She slowly slid back up, her hand following close behind. Even though watching made it more difficult to hold back, it would have been a crime against the blow-job gods not to, and I kept my eyes trained on Tenley’s mouth. This time she came off completely.

  Her fingers tightened in a viselike grip around the base of my shaft, and the palm of her other hand smoothed over the head. She pressed her thumb down over the tip, blocking the barrel of the gun. The pressure built as the sensation spiraled and spread.

  “Hayden,” she said in a moany-breathy-sex voice I wanted more of. Her lips brushed back and forth over the piercing as she waited for a response.

  “Yeah,” I groaned, my body shaking with impatience. I just wanted to come.

  “Would you like to finish in my mouth?” she asked, all polite innocence.

  “Fuck. Yes. Please.”

  Her mouth closed around the head as her thumb slipped away and her grip on my shaft loosened.

  “Jesus!” My head slammed back into the couch as I exploded; hot and violent and pulsing as she sucked and swallowed. When I finally stopped coming, she gently laid my used cock on my stomach. Then she leaned over and gave it an affectionate kiss and a pat, as if it were her pet. Which it kind of was.

  “Don’t you feel better now?” Tenley asked as she rested her head on the inside of my thigh, her smile in no way masking her pride.

  I ran my thumb tenderly over her swollen bottom lip. “That would be the understatement of a lifetime. Was that thing you did at the end something you picked up from that magazine you read?” One of those chick mags was always on her coffee table boasting of articles like “Endless Orgasms!” Maybe they weren’t so useless after all.

  “No.”

  I froze. “Where did you learn how to do that?” I should have been grateful my girlfriend went down on me and was awesome at it, but, no, I had to be a jealous ass and get all pissy with her.

  Tenley just gave me a look. “From watching porn.”

  13

  TENLEY

  Okay, so that wasn’t completely true. I didn’t learn that special little trick from watching the usual Internet crap with women being gagged by giant penises. While googling apadravya and oral sex, I found a series of instructional videos that were both hot and helpful. No way did I want to risk cracking my teeth on his barbell.

  “What kind of porn?” Hayden’s voice was deep, and his tongue slid between his lips.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

  I sat back, away from the erection lying across Hayden’s belly. It had yet to deflate, making it too much of an enticement. My orgasm had been unbelievably intense, but I still wanted more. More closeness, more touching, more release. I wasn’t sure I could handle it, though. Not yet with my only partially healed piercing, and the sexual heat between us. I stood up, using his thighs to brace myself as I rose.

  “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t say something like that and walk away.”

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can,” I teased.

  His hands smoothed up the back of my thighs and went under the hem of my shorts. With a playful squeeze, he pulled me forward. He looked up at me, cocky grin on his face, chin resting just above my pelvis. The position was achingly reminiscent of the first time I’d seduced him into my bed. He’d tried so hard to resist.

  He pressed a wet kiss right above the waistband of my shorts. The weeks since his mouth had been on me felt like an eternity, but I was already hypersensitive from all the over-the-clothes action. Additional attention below the belt could set back my healing time, and that wouldn’t do.

  He lowered his head and the tip of his nose swept over the crest of my pelvis.

  “I might be persuaded to put my mouth to good use if you tell me a little about your porn-watching habits.”

  The shorts and my underwear were the only things preventing Hayden from doing just that. He was still mostly hard. It wouldn’t take much for both of us to be naked and sprawled out on the couch, or the floor.

  I twirled his hair around my finger. “That’s a generous offer, but I’m supposed to go Christmas shopping with the girls later this morning. And if you start with that mouth of yours, I’ll be late for sure.”

  “You went shopping two days ago. Why do you need to go again?”

  “I still need to pick up a few things.” I’d bought most of the presents, but hadn’t gotten anything substantial for Hayden yet. I had a viable idea, but I needed Lisa’s help to execute it.

  “What kinds of things?”

  “Top-secret things.”

  “What time are you supposed to meet them?” Hayden shoved his hands farther under my shorts, kneading the skin.

  I had to clear my throat before I answered. “Eleven.”

  He looked across to the kitchen clock. “It’s barely after eight. I have more than enough time to make you feel good before you go.”

  “That might be true. But do you think if you put that talented tongue on me, it’ll end there? Once we get started, there isn’t going to be any stopping—and I’m not interested in being bound by time constraints.”

  If Hayden went down on me and found what I’d been hiding, I was 100 percent sure that magnificent erection of his would follow. Sensitive or not, there was no way I could say no to him.

  Hayden sighed. “You seem awfully intent on denying me the opportunity.”

  “Not denying, postponing. I’m more than happy to take a rain check. We should go for breakfast,” I said, changing the subject.

  “I prefer eating here.”

  I ignored the comment. “I’m going to get dressed.”

  He slouched down on the couch and pouted. He reminded me of someone who’d had his hand smacked for reaching into the cookie jar. I quashed the pang of guilt and headed for his room. Putting it off was for the greater good—mine more than his, but still, he’d be happy about it later.

  I put on a warm sweater dress and tights. He stomped down the hall and appeared in the doorway as I smoothed the dress over my hips. He looked frustrated. And suspicious. Although his pants were back on, they did nothing to hide the problem resurfacing within. I focused on the mirror and dragged a brush through my hair, feigning oblivion.

  He sauntered across the room, stopped a few feet behind me, and pulled the drawstring at his waist. The pants slid down his thighs. My eyes moved over his chest, down to his hips. Hayden picked up the discarded pants and strolled over to his closet, that massive erection bobbing. It would have been comical if he hadn’t looked so predatory.

  As he turned his back, I watched his reflection in the mirror, taking in the gorgeous lines of his body and the artwork. The muscles in his back flexed when he dropped the pants into a hamper. The evil eyes of the shrouded-child tattoo followed me as he searched his closet for something to wear. He came out a few minutes later with clothes slung over his arm. I unzipped my cosmetics bag, making of show of applying concealer.

  “You’re looking a little too hot for a shopping trip.”

  He laid his clothes on the dresser and nudged me out of the way to get some boxer briefs. His underwear was folded in ne
at little squares, lined up according to color and type. He snatched a pair of black ones and closed the drawer roughly.

  “Would you prefer I wear a pair of sweats?”

  “Yes.” He reached across me to the other side of the dresser and I felt his erection at the small of my back. “I need socks.” He put his arm around me and dragged me back into him so he could open the drawer. I stayed perfectly still as that hard length pressed against my spine.

  “If I was any more covered up, I’d be in a snowsuit.”

  He skimmed my sides. “It’s the way this hugs all your curves that’s the problem.”

  He moved away. Jabbed his legs into his boxers and yanked them up. The waistband snapped against the head of his erection, and he grimaced. He rearranged himself and went about getting dressed, having given up on coercing me. When he finished buttoning his jeans, he went into the bathroom and shut the door. Hard. The water came on.

  A few seconds later the door flew open and slammed into the wall. Hayden’s expression was fierce as he stalked across the room and stopped in front of me.

  “Why won’t you let me lick your kitty?”

  I was almost positive my underwear incinerated on comment. I swallowed hard. “I don’t want to be late.”

  “Bullshit. We have more than two hours. You can put your mouth on my cock, but I can’t repay the favor? You’re hiding something.”

  Behind the accusation was hurt. Hayden was likely spinning scenarios born of paranoia. We were still working on rebuilding trust, and jeopardizing that with something as inconsequential as a secret piercing seemed silly.

  I sighed. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

  “What was?”

  “I got some new steel.”

  “What? When?”

  “That first day I came back. Lisa did it for me. It’s still sensitive.”

  “What kind of piercing?” It came out sounding guttural.

  “Vertical hood,” I breathed.

  Hayden’s mouth dropped open. He blinked. And blinked again. “I wanna see it.”