Heather Rainier

by His Tattooed Virgin

  He slid his fingertips against her lips and stroked her clit as he gathered some of her slick juices. Her walls quivered, and her fingertips tightened on his shoulders until his skin tingled with the contact. He lowered his chest to her breasts as he wrapped his hand around her ass cheek, reaching for the cleft of her ass.

  She stiffened as he stroked her tight rear opening with his damp fingers, spreading her natural lubrication over that untried entrance.

  “I want this too, sweet Jayne.”

  Her movements became erratic and her moans more needy as she reacted to the stimulation. Knowing the moment was perfect, he breached her anus with one fingertip, thrusting past her sphincter in tiny repeated strokes. An ecstatic cry erupted from her as she stiffened and her pussy contracted and fluttered all around him.

  The sensation was too much and just enough as he lost control, thrusting his cock over and over until his mind went blank and a sheet of lightning seared his eyelids as his balls contracted and his cum jetted in hot, satisfying streams inside her. He growled deeply, his face pressed to her shoulder as he continued thrusting until she’d milked every drop from him.

  They clung tightly to each other as they caught their breath, until he worried that he was too heavy on her. He pulled his cock from her warm embrace and drew her to him, pressing his face between her breasts to kiss her and listen to the wild beating of her heart. He shuddered when she lightly raked her fingernails along his spine from his tailbone to between his shoulder blades.

  She giggled and did it again, then said, “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m thirsty, how about you?”

  “Parched.”

  “Be right back.”

  He returned with a glass of water and handed it to her as he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. He took it from her when she’d had her fill and drained it before placing it on the night table. She gasped softly as he turned, and he flinched when she touched his shoulder, beside the joint.

  Reaching back to run his fingertips along the sensitive area, he could feel several crusted welts.

  “I must’ve gouged you…earlier. I didn’t realize I’d scratched you.”

  A masculine, prideful feeling warmed his chest, and he smiled at her in the dim light. He didn’t care if the wounds took days to heal, proud to wear the marks of her passion. “I didn’t notice at the time and I don’t mind, considering that I extracted a pound of flesh from you as well. How do you feel? Sore?”

  “A little, but not unexpected.”

  Glancing at the clock, he said, “It’s two o’clock. You need to sleep. Do you have plans tomorrow?”

  “Since Mom won’t be here, no. I’m free all day. Normally I’d do chores on Saturday, but Mom has everything all caught up for me.”

  He grinned as he recalled their phone conversation from earlier that afternoon. He didn’t have any clients scheduled that day, which was an unusual occurrence.

  “Good. Since I didn’t work on your tattoo last week, would you like to have a session today? It’ll be just the two of us in the shop. I’ll keep the front door locked since I don’t have any other appointments. If I promise to behave, will you let me tattoo you while you’re completely naked?”

  That was one of his more recent fantasies, to have her nude and completely at his mercy while he created art on her beautiful body.

  “You’d promise to behave?” She giggled as he pulled her curvy warmth to his side and covered them with the blanket. “Where’s the fun in that?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jayne listened to the solemn opening tones of the song playing on Seth’s CD player in his workroom. The melodious voice of the cello, over the deeper notes of another cello, acted as the vocal part of the song, forming a bridge as the deeper chords came to the forefront again.

  “What’s the name of this song?” She knew it was Apocalyptica but wanted to know the title so she could download it later for use while she wrote. If it turned her on while she got a tattoo, chances were it would be great for writing erotica too.

  Seth wiped at her skin with the soft cloth before continuing on with the tattoo. He was working on the shading in and around the roses. He glanced up at her before his eyes stroked across her body in an almost palpable caress.

  “It’s called ‘Farewell.’ Did you decide what color you want me to use on the roses?”

  She shook her head. “No. To be honest, I really like them the way they are. The shading is so soft and…they look beautiful as is. I also…”

  “What?” he asked, his eyes never leaving his work but his voice communicating his interest.

  Jayne licked her lip. “I like the contrast between our tattoos. Both are monochromatic, but that’s where the similarity ends. In the mirror, earlier this morning, with you…behind me, with your darker tattoos against mine.” She let out a shaky sigh. He’d snuck up behind her in the bathroom and laid the sketches he’d drawn at some point during the night on the bathroom counter while she’d been brushing her hair. She’d been so overwhelmed by his gift, and her need for him, that they hadn’t even made it back to the bed.

  He glanced up at her briefly, but she saw the hunger in his eyes. “I liked it too.”

  He’d taken her from behind for the first time against the bathroom vanity. She found the contrast between his dark, masculine ink and her more delicate designs very appealing. She’d felt like she belonged to him. He hadn’t made any permanent commitments to her, and she didn’t want him to feel like she was expecting that, so she said nothing more.

  Then at the tattoo studio, she’d taken him up on his dare and stripped nude for the tattoo. She felt particularly wanton, both from his gaze and the touch of his hands, but also the sensual chords of the music playing. She let her imagination run free. Back and forth, the vocal melody of the higher notes interchanged with the deeper, more masculine notes of the other cello, as though the two were having a conversation, or negotiating.

  She turned the volume up a notch higher and let out a slow breath. A wave of gooseflesh rippled over her abdomen, and she breathed through the intense throb as he continued his work. Submitting to this tattoo was one of the most painful things she’d ever done, but she found it bearable after the first minute or two, and if pressed to admit it, one of the hottest things she’d ever done. She was at his mercy, trusting him, and that turned her on too.

  The song built in intensity, and she was once again struck by the idea that it was almost conversational with both male and female “voices” speaking through the instruments. She smiled to herself as she let her imagination run wild. Thoughts of the night before entered her mind, and her cunt pulsed with warmth as she remembered the care with which he’d loved her and the intense heat of their passion.

  Seth moved to a new location beneath her belly button, and his touch shot a rivulet of tension through her core. Dampness collected in her throbbing entrance, and a needy sigh escaped her lips.

  After glancing at her for a split second, Seth asked, “What are you thinking of, sweet Jayne?” His husky voice set off more tremors.

  She felt sexy as she smiled and bit her lip. He carefully laid the tattoo machine aside on his table and brushed at her abdomen with the soft cloth. Finally free to move, she lifted her knee and braced her foot on the table as she parted her thighs just slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of her pussy. Seth’s gaze shifted and a groan rumbled in his chest when she felt the wet folds of her inner pussy lips part. They were swollen, and she wanted very much to feel him there again. The fact that she wanted it on his padded table, in the middle of his workspace, made her even hotter, though she was very glad the front door was locked and no one could get in.

  He pulled the gloves he wore from his hands and pitched them in the garbage as he murmured, “You make me want to break all kinds of rules for sanitary work conditions, Jayne.”

  “I promise I’ll never tell,” she whispered, her voice trailing off to a whimper as he spread her thighs and leaned f
orward to slide his tongue through her slit.

  “Put your hands above your head and don’t move them or touch the areas I’ve worked on.”

  She complied eagerly and whimpered when he held her thighs in a firm grasp, tugged her to him on the table, and greedily buried his mouth in her pussy. His hot breath sent tremors of tension racing through her cunt, stoking the furnace deep inside. With gentle fingers, he held her lips open and slowed his ravenous assault as the song changed to another that she remembered from the first tattoo session.

  Seth grinned at her, his lips wet with her juices as he timed his oral torture to the beat of “Cohkka,” another of Apocalyptica’s songs. So slow and methodical, the syncopated rhythm of the song settled into the beat throbbing through her body, and she hissed when she felt him lightly drag his teeth across her clit. Her cunt clenched with spasms and she cried out in rapture when he teased her opening with two fingers and slid them inside her. Her belly tightened, and she arched on the table when he stroked a hidden, ultrasensitive place inside her. Another cry escaped her as he repeated the strumming motion until she felt as though her nether regions were on fire. Warmth from his breath on her skin sent shivers all over her skin.

  “More. Again, Seth. Please!”

  “Like this?” He stroked her sweet spot again, and she cried out, thinking that was an apt name for it. She loved it, but it wasn’t enough. She knew this was ill-timed and that he was probably breaking a gazillion hygiene rules, but she was ready to beg.

  “More!”

  “Hold still,” he growled as he stood and released the fly on his jeans.

  Careful to not touch the area he’d tattooed, he grasped her spread thighs and thrust. His thick, hot length parted her tender lips and drilled inside her with a force and virility that took her breath away. She relaxed and took all of him to the root on the next thrust. Seth’s eyelids closed and an ecstatic moan vibrated in his throat as he tilted his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation.

  She realized she could see the reflection of their joined bodies in the mirror he’d placed near the table so she could watch as he worked. She watched in fascination as he pulled his stiff, ruddy cock from her cunt and plunged back in. He was so big, she couldn’t believe that he fit inside of her. His shaft was covered in her translucent cream as he pulled from her again. Her arousal dripped from her cunt, and she tightened in anticipation of his next full thrust. He groaned as he gave it to her, and she shifted her gaze to watch his face. His cheeks were flushed, and his jaw was tense as though he gritted his teeth. His sensual lips, pressed together, were framed by his neatly trimmed goatee and moustache. His thick, sooty lashes lifted as he looked at her through shuttered eyelashes, and the heat in his eyes seared her, bringing a flush to her skin.

  “You feel so good, sweet Jayne. So hot, and soft, and wet. It’s hard to hold back.”

  “Don’t, then.”

  “Remember, don’t touch the tattoo. I’ve got you.” He lifted her ankles and rested them on his shoulders and wrapped his strong hands around her thighs. The benefit of the table was that it placed her at the perfect height for his thrusts. He pressed a kiss to her inner ankle, followed by a love bite as he fucked her. He slid his hands down to grasp her ass cheeks as he pumped his cock into her. She shifted her attention to the mirror and watched as her need to come spiraled higher and higher. His strokes were firm and rapid. The sound of their flesh smacking together was erotic over the beat of the music.

  Over and over, his cock pumped in and out, driving her higher and higher until she couldn’t focus on the vision in the mirror. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes, lost in the euphoria of the moment. He tilted her hips in his strong grasp and strummed her G-spot, drawing a howl from her as a blistering-hot orgasm seared her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Her body went impossibly tense as she gripped the edge of the padded table beneath her and bucked against him as much as he would allow.

  “Fuck, here it comes.” Seth held her tight as he thrust and then grew tense and silent, except for his rapid panting, as his steely, hard cock pulsed deep inside her. He slumped over her and she released her death grip on the table to stroke the dark hair from his forehead. When he opened his eyes and locked gazes with her, she smiled at him. He studied her for several silent moments, the emotions he normally hid so easily shining bright in his eyes. She didn’t think he purposely tried to keep her guessing about what he was thinking or feeling. It seemed more a habit. Whatever the reason, she could clearly see the languor stealing over his features as he caressed her cheek.

  “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

  Her heart pounded with emotion as she recovered. She couldn’t get enough of him either. Couldn’t imagine her life without him now.

  When they could both move again, he withdrew his cock and she almost moaned at the loss, tugging at him at the last second. He grinned at her even as a growl left his throat.

  “I know, I don’t want to leave either, but we need to get you cleaned up. And me—I should be shot for doing that during a tattoo.”

  “Broke a few rules, did we?” she asked with a giggle.

  “Obliterated them is more like it. You bring out the animal in me.”

  “Rawr.” She waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, giggling as he shook his head and chuckled. He went to the sink and washed his hands then dampened several of the soft disposable towels he used while tattooing her and came back to the table. They were warm and soothing as he gently cleaned her tender parts and helped her to sit up for a moment.

  Her body tingled all over as she leaned into his kiss. He drew her from the table and, to make her more comfortable, placed a towel on his stool for her to sit on while he cleaned the table and spread fresh paper over it. She sipped from his soda as he washed his hands again and pulled on a pair of fresh gloves.

  “Ready to continue?”

  “Yes, I’m very relaxed now.”

  His sensual lips bowed in a grin as he looked her over with bedroom eyes. “Me too. We might be able to get done with the shading today. Do you still like the lettering we had planned?” He’d explained to her that the lettering would be small and she could shorten the passage if she wanted it bigger. He’d draw it with a marker first so he could change it if she wanted to.

  “No. I want it exactly as you drew it. Can we start on the lettering if there’s time?”

  “I’ll make time, if you can handle more.” He lifted the machine and turned it on. “Let’s see how far we get.”

  * * * *

  Seth couldn’t help but watch Jayne as she sat next to him on the couch at the Divine Creek Ranch the following Wednesday. Grace and her husbands had invited them over to enjoy a meal with them, Lily Cook and her husbands, Clay and Del, Jayne’s mom, and Seth’s sister, Lucy, who had indeed hit it off with Frieda.

  When she strummed her fingers over her rib cage, Seth asked, “Itchy?”

  Jayne grinned up at him sheepishly. “Like you would not believe, honey.”

  “A few more days and we can do another session.” He smiled when a blush stole over her cheeks as she undoubtedly remembered their last session and the interlude on the table.

  Frieda must’ve overheard because she said, “How is the tattoo coming, Jayne? I’ve been meaning to ask but I’ve been in and out, and coming and going so much.”

  Jayne blushed at her mother’s word choice, and Grace and Lily both looked like they were fighting the urge to laugh, having twisted Frieda’s words in their pervy minds. He’d taken every opportunity that had presented itself for them to be alone together and had been “in and out” quite a bit too.

  Seth answered for her. “A couple more sessions should see it finished. Of all the tattoos I’ve ever done, I think it’s my favorite.” Jayne blushed again as he stroked her upper arm with his fingertips.

  He’d been braced for judgment from Frieda for being a tattoo artist and also for tattooing her daughter, but she surprised him, asking
lots of questions. She’d even mentioned that she’d considered getting one in the past but hadn’t gone through with it.

  Since the weekend before, Frieda had made the rounds, spending time with all her family members in the area, which gave him more time alone with Jayne. His sister had even gotten together with her one evening for a girls’ night out at The Dancing Pony. While he was talking with Frieda, he happened to catch Grace motioning at Jayne that she and Lily wanted to see the tattoo.

  He turned to Del, who was sitting in one of the big overstuffed chairs with Lily perched in his lap. “So, did you ever find decent help out at the ranch? I ran into Lily one day last week and she told me that you’d had a run-in with one of the guys you’d hired.” Seth knew that Del had struggled along with his ranch, doing much of the work himself until hiring two ranch hands, only to have problems with one of them.

  With consternation on his face, Del nodded. “I enjoy a drink or a beer as much as the next guy, but I’m not keeping someone on who needs rehab. I caught Roy sleeping off a drunk in one of the back pastures when he was supposed to be repairing a fence. Chris Potter and I had to do his share of the chores that day to get caught up. Driving my ranch truck in town when he was under the influence was the last straw. I wanted someone with more extensive experience than Roy had anyway. But things are looking up.”