The Tattoo Artist and the Girl from the Coffee Shop

by Terry Towers

  “What?” Her cheeks began to glow a soft rosy hue under his heated stare, but she still stood tall, her chin high, proud in her body and in herself. She was so damned sexy that his cock shot up to its full potentional again and he was tempted to forget about being romantic, bend her over the countertop and drive into her moist core.

  “You.” He took a step toward her and then another, closing the gap between them and pulling her into his embrace. “You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

  “I don’t think I compare to that woman you were painting today. I appreciate it though.”

  “Excuse me?”

  The blush colouring her cheeks quickly faded and her complexion paled. “I umm…” She nervously ran a hand through her hair.

  Did she mean Shania? How did she even know? Her seeing him with Shania and getting the wrong impression upset him. It was his work, nothing more. At least not anymore.

  “What do you mean, Tessa?”

  She peered down between them, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. “I umm. Well, I saw your motorcycle in front of the gallery and was excited about signing the lease. I wanted to share the good news with you,” she said, shrugging. “Since you’d dropped by the coffee shop earlier wanting to go out. The door was open and I happened to see…”

  Ohhh fuck me! He sighed, giving his head a little shake. “Then you saw nothing happened. There’s nothing between us, right? It was strictly work. That’s all. Just work.”

  She didn’t look up, but he could see the indecisiveness in her expression.

  Hooking his index finger under her chin he forced her gaze upward to meet his. “Do you have issues with that part of my work?”

  Tessa opened her mouth and snapped it shut, the uncertainty not leaving her eyes. He groaned inwardly, this was not how he’d been figuring this was going to go down in his head as he carried her up the stairs. As he was considering something to say, anything to make things right again, the sound of running water and dampness at his feet caught his attention, drenching his socks.

  “Shit!” Spinning around he took two hasty steps toward the tub and turned off the tap. He took a step back and surveyed the mess he’d made. “Sorry, Tessa.” To his surprise he heard a snicker behind him in response. Turning around to face her, his lips formed a smile upon seeing her wide grin.

  “I’ll get some towels.” She turned and rushed from the room, moments later returning with an armful of towels, plunking them down onto the sink after pressing one to his chest.

  “This really didn’t turn out how I envisioned in my head.” Bending, Chase dropped to his knees and began soaking up the water with the thick bath towel.

  “Does it ever, really?” She bent down across from him and began helping.

  “Not often.” They soaked up the mess together in silence. Once the mess of water and bubbles was cleaned up, they kicked the towels to the side. Things felt better between them though, it seemed to break that uneasy tension that had been just minutes before.

  “Have you slept with her?”

  His first thought was to lie, but he denied it. “I have.”

  “Was it a long time ago?”

  “Before I met you.” Perhaps it was an evasive answer, because admittedly it hadn’t been all that long before her, but that was knowledge that wouldn’t do her any good.

  It looked like she had another question and he waited for it. To his relief, it didn’t come.

  She gave him a tight smile, but he’d take it. “In that case –” she stepped up to him, grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull it up his torso “– I think you’re overdressed for a bath.”

  Taking her lead he pulled the t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the bathroom countertop. As he did that she quickly fumbled with his belt buckle, once done proceeding to undo his jeans. While his erection had died down during the cleaning process and awkward questions, her naked, bending before him tugging down his jeans and boxer briefs, quickly put him back on the alert.

  Reaching to him, she stroked the length of his shaft while her free hand caressed his balls. The sudden pressure along with how sexy she looked kneeling before him made him weak in the knees. When she released his shaft to replace her hand with her mouth it was nearly his undoing. Gently grasping his upper arm he urged her to her feet, pulling her tight to him and crushing her lips with his own.

  Damn, her soft, warm body felt incredible pressed against him. The loss of control with a woman felt exhilarating. She could undo him like no other woman and he both loved and feared the feeling.

  “So, we’re good,” he couldn’t help but ask one final time.

  She nodded. It wasn’t completely convincing, but he’d take what he could get. Stepping into the tub, he sank into the warm suds and urged her in with him, situating her in front of him with her back to his chest, between his legs.

  With a soft sigh, Tessa cuddled into him, her head resting back on his shoulder. “This is nice.”

  “This is agony,” he whispered back and as she shifted in front of him, his cock slipped between her buttocks cheeks, forcing him to bite back a groan.

  “Doesn’t have to be,” she whispered back, placing a string of kisses along the side of his neck and sending a shiver through him.

  His cock thickened to the point where he didn’t think it could get any harder. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”

  A smile formed on her lips. “Again, you don’t have to be.”

  His hands slipped to her hips and he lifted her slightly, urging her forward. Closing his legs he guided her to straddle him with her back still facing him. “Guide me in, sweetie.”

  Without verbally responding, she slid her hand between them and grasped his dick. She stroked him, making him ache to be within her as she slowly lowered herself to him. But she didn’t take him straight away. She seemed to be intent on torturing him as she lowered herself just enough to take the tip into her heat before pulling up again, leaving him yearning for more.

  “Babe.” He grasped her hips a little tighter, urging her to take him in deeper, but she refused him.

  “You’ll get me when I say.” She looked over her shoulder and gave him a saucy little grin, but he could see the desire in her eyes. He could tell that restraining from what she wanted was torturing her just as much if not more than it was him.

  Chuckling softly at her play for power he leaned back a little further into the tub and closed his eyes, indulging in the sweet torture of her pussy taunting and teasing him. It would be nothing for him to thrust up, impaling himself completely and quenching his need within her, but then the little game she was playing would be over. And he didn’t want that, not quite yet anyhow.

  She began taking him deeper, each time lowering herself a little more. Each slow, torturous downward thrust increased his need to have her completely. When the glorious time came when she took him into her pussy completely he groaned loudly, pushing back the urge to release.

  Slipping his hands up her waist, he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingertips and causing her to cry out. She body trembled over him, her velvety pussy clenching around his dick as she began to ride his cock, her movements becoming increasingly frantic.

  “Fuck, baby.” He wanted to slow her down, slipped his hands back to her hips and attempted to slow her, but the momentum made it impossible. He wanted to make this last for her and feel her orgasm over his dick over and over until she was begging for mercy, but damn it was hard to hold back. With the sweet smell of the bubble bath, sound of the water splashing with each of her movements drenching the floor they’d previously dried, and the sound of her moans it was becoming next to impossible to hold on.

  She gripped the sides of the tub and her movements became frantic, her pussy tightening around him. “Oh god, so close,” she groaned seconds before she tightened and released around him, her body trembling from the orgasm.

  Sitting up straight, he wrapped his arms aro
und her waist as he nipped at her shoulder. The feel of her pussy trembling around his shaft was more than he could handle. “Baby, I can’t hold back any longer.” His balls tightened and as he bit down a little harder onto her shoulder and thrust up into her, meeting her as she came back down onto him. The knot that had formed in his stomach from holding back unravelled as he released deep within her core with a low groan.

  “Chase!” Screaming out she ground against his lap, pressing back against him. Her core trembled around him and she released for a second time.

  Spent, but still erect despite his release he leaned back against the tub, pulling her back with him. “Damn, sweetheart. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of making love to you.”

  Her body stiffened for just a brief moment and then she looked up at him, her stunning forest green eyes searching his. “Chase, I –”

  “Yes, baby.”

  With his index finger he stroked her chin, tracing a line down the side of her neck and across her collarbone. She closed her eyes and her body relaxed. “Never mind.”

  He wasn’t stupid, he knew what she was beginning to feel even if she didn’t say it. Had he prompted her he was sure she’d admit it openly. But he didn’t urge her. It had been a long time since he’d said those words and the last time he did he’d walked away with more than a broken heart. She’d nearly destroyed him and he’d sworn after her that he’d never allow a woman close to him like that again.

  But Tessa was making it hard for him to stick to his resolve on that matter.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Chase

  Chase stoked Tessa’s dark hair as she slept naked beside him, curled up into a cute little ball with her back to him. She stirred in her sleep, turning to face him, draping her leg over his waist and clinging to him, settling her face into the crook between his shoulder and neck.

  Secure in the knowledge that he hadn’t woken her he went back to stroking her hair. Everything about her was so delicate, but there was strength within her that drew him. She was a survivor and had so much heart; he admired that about her. No mother, no father, no relatives to turn to… She’d seen and experienced such loss with no one to support her, but she kept her head held high, sucking down the sorrow and moving on.

  “How long have you been awake?” Her soft voice asked, not opening her eyes, but instead cuddling closer to him.

  “I’m sorry, I woke you?”

  “No. Been awake for a while, but like you playing with my hair and didn’t want you to stop.”

  Chase chuckled, continuing to rake his fingers through her silky locks. “What a little con artist you are, Miss Wilcott.”

  She grinned but kept her eyes shut, releasing a soft purr like sighing sound. “Not in the least. Just didn’t want to disturb ya.”

  “Liar.” Chase rolled her to her back and straddled her waist, taking her wrists in his hands and forcing them over her head.

  “Nope.” Giggling, she slowly opened her gorgeous eyes and peered up at him. “But I will admit to milking it a little bit.”

  Chase’s eyes scanned her, starting at her torso, slowly moving up to her heaving bosom and then to meet her gaze. Another part of him melted for her right then. She looked so damned content. So happy. An opposite of the woman he’d met in the tattoo shop, who had sorrow and guilt in her eyes. A small part of him took pride in the fact that he may have had a little bit to do with the happiness in her gaze.

  No, he was lying. He took a lot of pride in the fact he had something to do with the look in her eyes. Though there was also a second emotion in those green depths, a motion that both made his heart beat triple time and scared him shitless.

  Love.

  She loved him. He had no doubt about it. It had been only a couple of weeks since she walked into the tattoo shop and she’d already fallen for him. Every part of him knew it, even before he saw that look in her eyes.

  God, I hope I never hurt you Tessa, he said to himself before lowering his lips to hers.

  Chapter 14

  Two Weeks Later

  Tessa

  “Thank you for coming with me, Samantha.” Tessa gave Samantha an appreciative smile. Samantha certainly wasn’t what she’d consider a close friend, but after all the years of isolating herself from everyone but her mother, Samantha was the closest Tessa had to a true friend. And quite frankly, she needed her.

  “Don’t mention it. I love shopping.” Samantha smiled in return and motioned for Tessa to follow her to the back of the store where they kept the formalwear. “So what is this thing that you’re going to?”

  Tessa crinkled her nose up. “I’m not exactly sure. It’s some sort of event, but not an event.”

  “Huh?” Samantha turned from a floor-length red satin gown to face Tessa. “You’re going to need to be more specific. Do we need a formal dress or not?”

  Unfortunately, Chase hadn’t been more specific than that with her. Tessa sighed. “What I know is this. It’s in two days and apparently his parents are wealthy and they have some semi-formal get-together each year with their family, business associates and friends.”

  “Hmm. Semi-formal.” Cocking her head to the side, Samantha eyed Tessa from head to toe and then back up again. “No other information than that, huh?”

  “Yea, Chase says it’s not a huge deal but I don’t quite believe him.”

  Samantha flipped her black curls over her shoulder. “Of course not.” She gave Tessa a wink. “He’s a guy. To him it’s not a big deal.”

  Throwing her hands up into the air, Tessa shrugged. “Do you see now why I needed some help? I have no idea how to dress for this thing.”

  Samantha turned back to the rack of dresses and tapped her foot, which was sporting a five-inch heel as she flipped through the dresses. “I think I know what we need.”

  Tessa’s attention was diverted from Samantha and the dresses she was flipping through to her handbag, which was buzzing. Her cellphone was signalling there was a text message. She was going to ignore it, but she knew it was Chase. No one else texted her aside from Eric, who seemed to be texting her more than a normal landlord would. But at the moment her money was on it being Chase.

  Pulling her phone from her purse, she brought it up to eye level and opened her messages. She was right, it was from Chase. Just the thought of having a text message from him made her smile.

  Chase: Missing you. Tell me what you’re doing?

  Her smile widened as she texted back to him.

  Tessa: Wouldn’t you like to know.

  There was a pause long enough that she started to shove the phone back into her purse when he buzzed again.

  Chase: Of course I want to know, wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.

  Tessa: I’m dress shopping.

  Chase: Mmm, dress shopping, huh? So are you in the dressing room naked right now?

  She blushed as she looked up from her phone and at Samantha, who seemed too engrossed in her quest for the perfect dress to notice Tessa wasn’t helping. She was about to say no then thought differently, deciding to have some fun with him.

  Tessa: As a matter of fact I am.

  Chase: I’m envisioning your sweet body right now.

  Tessa: Are you hard thinking about me?

  Chase: I’m getting harder by the second.

  Tessa: Where are you? What are you doing?

  Chase: I have no clients right now. I’m in my office at the tattoo shop.

  Tessa looked around her, feeling guilty for starting a conversation that was on its way to full-out sexting in public, all the while feeling sexy and devious. She chewed at her lower lip wondering if she should goad him into sexting with her. He did start it, so….

  Tessa: Are you touching yourself?

  Chase: Are you?

  Tessa: I could be if given the right incentive.

  “Tessa, how about this one?” Samantha spun around with a strapless red dress in her hands, the neckline plunging so low that there was no way she could imagine she’d be a
ble to keep her breasts in it.

  Tessa grimaced. “I think that’s a little over the top for a family semiformal get-together. Maybe something a little more conservative?” Samantha made a disappointed face, then wordlessly spun around and continued looking.

  Chase: How about if I told you I have my dick in my hand right now and stroking myself?

  Tessa: That’s a good start. Tell me more.

  Chase: That’s not how this works, baby. Your turn.

  She squirmed, her pussy clenching as she envisioned him reclined in his office chair, his dick in his hand stroking himself while thinking of her.

  Tessa: I’m sitting in a chair watching myself in the mirror of the dressing room stall, as my hand slides down my body to my pussy.

  Chase: Are you wet?

  Tessa: Very wet. I’m remembering how good your fingers are at working my clit.

  Chase: Yeah baby. But I’d use my tongue. I’d part those soft pussy lips and tease your clit with my tongue, making you squirm and moan for me.

  Tessa: Mmm, very nice. I’d love to have my mouth wrapped around your cock and when you got to the point where you couldn’t take my teasing you any longer, I’d switch to your balls, sucking each ball into my mouth while stroking you.

  Chase: I’m rock hard for you, baby. Pre-cum dripping off the tip. Damn, I’d love to see you on your knees watching you lick every drop of cum.

  “What about this one?” Samantha asked just as Tessa was about to respond. Tessa groaned inwardly as she looked up from the screen.

  “Huh?”

  “This dress.” She thrust a black spaghetti-strapped bandage dress at Tessa. “What about this one?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Tessa’s flushed face and then to the phone and back again. “Come on. If you want my help, you have to work with me.”

  Giving her an apologetic smile, Tessa tossed the phone into her purse and gave the dress a genuine look. It was a simple dress that landed roughly to the knee. It wasn’t flashy, which was great since she didn’t like flashy and she had a feeling that his parents wouldn’t be into flashy either. He hadn’t told her much about them, despite asking her to attend with him a couple of weeks ago, but what he had said made them sound like they were very conservative.