by T A. McKay
Rhys starts moaning above me and I look up at her. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed in pleasure. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen on a regular day but in the throws of passion she is something else. I feel her pussy walls clench and wetness fills the palm of my hand as I curl my fingers and rub her G spot.
“Oh my God! Gabe, oh my God.” She shouts as she orgasms, tightening around my fingers so much that I find it difficult to move them. I remove my mouth from her clit, kissing over her pussy lips and the tops of her thighs as I slow my fingers, letting her orgasm last as long as possible.
Her body is still shaking as I stand and remove my boxers. I stand between her legs and she watches my hand as I stroke my dick, trying to ease some of the pressure that’s almost causing me pain.
“Last chance to change your mind, Shorty. Let me know now if you want to stop. Once we start it will be hard and all about me. You will do as you’re told.” She doesn’t say anything but moves her body towards the centre of the bed and lies down, opening her legs for me. I take a minute to commit this image to memory. I’ll be using it as wanking material for a very long time. I crawl up the bed towards her but stop before I'm level with her. I hold my hands out and she takes them. I pull her up until she is on her knees facing me. I run my fingers over her cheek before kissing her, a gentle kiss this time, showing her how much I want to be here. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and I know she can taste herself there. Its such a fucking sexy thing and it makes me growl, wanting her even more. A lot of girls cringe away from tasting themselves, but Rhys is sucking it off my lip.
I reach up and grab her hair in my hand, pulling it back so I can see her eyes.
“Turn around and face the headboard.” Her eyes light up as she listens to me take command. It only takes her a second before she follows my orders, facing the wall behind the bed. I take a moment to look at her, taking in the flare of her hips and the curve of her arse. She isn’t a skinny girl, but her body is toned, curvy, and fucking mouth watering.
I press my hand into the centre of her back, applying pressure until she realises I want her to bend over. She lowers her upper body to the mattress like a good girl and I sit back onto my heels to take in this new view. I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like her, she’s wet and ready for me. This is another picture that I need to commit to memory. I rub my fingers up and down her pussy dipping in slightly when I reach her opening. Her body rocks back onto my fingers and I know I’ve waited long enough. I kneel up and lean over her back, my dick pushing gently against her arse.
“Are you ready? This will be about me, Rhys. All about my pleasure, all about using this tight little fucking body any way I want.” She moans as she pushes back into my dick and I love how my words affect her. There’s no way I will finish without making sure she gets pleasure but she doesn’t know that.
I pull back slightly and taking my dick in my hand I line up to her opening, the heat already making my balls tingle. I push gently, taking my time to slip into her pussy. My hands grip her hips tightly as I try to control my movements. She is so fucking tight and warm I swear I might lose my load before I'm fully in her. I don’t know if it’s my emotions or her giving herself to me freely like this but it feels different tonight, more intense.
“Holy fuck, Rhys. You feel so fucking good. I'm not going to last long tonight.” I feel her tighten around me and I think I might pass out. One more gentle thrust and I feel my balls hit her clit as I’m fully seated inside her.
I take a minute to stop and breathe, if I don’t I don’t think I will be able to hold on more than a few more thrusts. I feel ripples working through the walls that are wrapped around my dick and I grip my fingers into Rhys’ hips so hard I'm sure she is going to have bruises in the morning. When I feel I have a bit more control over my body I start to move, her wetness making the journey smooth.
I pick up the pace, building the friction between our bodies. Looking down I watch as I enter her body over and over again, the vision making my balls draw up into my body. Sweat is dripping down my back as I pound into her body and for the first time in a very long time I feel settled, feel like I'm doing something right. I lean forward and kiss along her spine, biting gently as I work my way up her back. I feel her tighten around me and her moaning gets louder. I love the fact that she isn’t a big screamer, I have been with some women who would shake the windows and I find it hard to concentrate. Rhys’ moans are passionate but quiet, only the occasional word comes from her as she loses control. Tingling starts at the base of my spine, sending tension out to my balls that are now fully inside my body. I'm so close, I don’t think I have ever gotten to this point so quickly before.
“Gabe… Gabe, I'm gonna come again… oh God, I'm gonna come again.” Her words come out quickly and separated by panting as she tries to catch her breath. I tilt her hips, angling down into her body before slapping my hand across her arse as hard as I can. Her hands grip the sheet as she screams into the mattress, her pussy milking my dick as she orgasms hard around me. I manage to thrust two more times before I release into her. I bite her shoulder as I have the most intense orgasm of my life, my muscles tensing almost painfully through my body. Aftershock floods my body as I collapse onto her back, all my muscles feeling like jelly.
I take a minute to compose myself before pulling out of Rhys’s body and collapsing sideways onto the bed. Holy fuck that was intense, I actually feel like I’ve lost both my balls. Rhys doesn’t even attempt to turn around and collapses face first into the pillow. She turns and looks at me with a goofy grin. She has a strand of hair lying across her forehead and I really want to reach out and push it away but I can’t move at all so I just look at her. She looks content but very tired.
“I want you to give me a tattoo.” It takes me a minute to register what she’s just said, it’s not you’re regular post sex conversation and it is the last thing I expected her to say.
“As your first comment after amazing sex that’s not really what I would have gone for.” She laughs and turns onto her side showing me her amazing breasts. I can’t help but look, they are so fucking perfect.
“My eyes are up here, Gabe.” My eyes flash up to hers and I smile at her. I'm a guy, she can’t blame me for looking.
“I have been thinking about it for a while but you’re always so busy.” Her cheeks colour and I realise I would love nothing more than to be the guy who gives her her first tattoo. To get my hand on her pretty skin and make it sexier by adding art. Well that in itself makes my dick harden. She notices and her eyes widen as she bites her bottom lip.
“Already?” She moves further away from me, her body getting closer to the edge of the bed. I grab her arm and pull her towards me, my body rolling over on top of hers pinning her in place. I get comfortable between her legs and rub my very hard dick against her making her moan. I lean in to the side of her neck and bite her just below her ear.
“Already, Shorty. Are you ready?” It’s the last thing I say as I show her how ready I am.
Chapter Eighteen
“Are you sure you still want to do this? If you want to change your mind, it’s okay.” I tighten the band around my tattoo gun and press the foot pedal to make sure it’s the right tension. Hearing the perfect tone from the machine, I place it at my workstation and turn to face Rhys. She’s nervously pacing back and forth, obviously trying to build up the courage to get on the chair.
“I want to do this, I want you to do this for me. Just give me a minute.” She bites her thumbnail and I want to go over and remove it from her mouth. Watching her bite her nail makes me want to replace it with my mouth and if I start, there will be no tattooing today.
I sit patiently, letting her build up her courage and make the decision to get on the chair. I could go and take her by the hand, leading her over but I want her to make the choice and let me know that she wants me to do this for her. I see her take in a deep breath as she heads closer to me. Her eyes never le
ave mine and she straightens her shoulders trying to show that this isn’t bothering her, that she isn’t scared.
“Ready?” A small smile plays on her lips. Every time that she smiles like that it makes me want to kiss her. Being her friend has brought so many positives into my life and I can't deny how she makes me feel, the cravings that run through my mind constantly. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want Rhys, even though I’ve been with her more times than anyone else it never seems enough.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when she jumps up onto the chair in front of me.
“Promise me it won't hurt.” I laugh at her pathetic voice, the pouty lip adding to the humour.
“I can't promise that, but I can promise it’ll be worth it.” She gives me a look that says she doesn't believe a word I'm telling her.
“Well that’s a really bad promise. I don't like pain, I don't want you to hurt me.” I can hear the message behind her words. She has been through so much in her past, suffered at the hands of people she couldn’t fight again. I don’t want her to associate me with pain, well not pain that will leave her broken. I want her to see the pain I’ll give her will bring her nothing but pleasure.
“I would never hurt you. Anything I ever do to your body will only ever be for your gain and pleasure, like this tattoo. It will hurt but it’s a pain that gives you gain. You’ll have your courage inked onto your body, and I want to be the person to put that there.” Her hand tightens around mine and she doesn't lose eye contact with me, not even for a second.
“I want it to be you.” Simple words, but they hold so much power. I have images of her using those words but in a different situation, telling me that she wants her forever to be me. I shake my head trying to clear the thoughts. Where the fuck did that come from? Since when do I want to be Rhys’s everything. I need to get myself under control, if I’m going to be in a close proximity to her for the next few hours I need to stop my mind drifting. I take a deep breath and turn to prepare the inks I’ll be using.
“Lie down and we’ll get started.” I hear a deep sigh before the leather of the chair creaks, telling me she’s lying down. I turn back to her, needing to prepare the area I’m going to be working on. She wants her tattoo on her hip, low down in a particular area that is going to test all my control.
“I need to get to your hip so you’ll need to pull your trousers down a bit.” She’s wearing black yoga pants and even though they cover more than her skirts usually do there is something very sexy about the way they hug every inch of her body. I told her to wear something comfortable for after her tattoo but when she walked out of her room and I saw I was lost for words. Why is it, that even after seeing her naked, seeing her in figure hugging clothes still makes me instantly hard.
Her hands reach down and start to lower her trousers. I can feel my heart rate pick up with every inch they lowers. When she has them sitting just below her hipbone she removes her hands. Her skin looks so soft and I crave to touch it, and not in a professional manner.
“They aren’t low enough, do you mind if I pull them down a bit?” Her laugh pulls her eyes back up to her face and I’m lost about what’s funny. She can’t seem to stop giggling, tears rolling down her cheeks as she grabs her sides. I prod her in the side trying to get her attention, I want to know what’s tickled her so much. She wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
“Want to enlighten me as to why you’re crying?” Another bout of laughter bursts from her and I sit back in my seat and cross my arms across my chest, waiting her out. After another few minutes she takes another deep breath, her hands shaking in front of her like she’s trying to get rid of some unneeded energy.
“I'm sorry, I'm fine now. See no laughter.” She looks to the ceiling before speaking again, she is obviously trying to not think about what set her off in the first place.
“I just think its funny that after everything we have done together that you ask to pull my trousers down a little. Gabe, you’ve had your tongue inside me, I think it’s okay if you see my hip.” I feel my mouth twitch at the sides as I try to hide the smile that’s threatening to appear. She’s right, we have done so many dirty things and here I am trying to be a gentleman. For the first time in what feels like forever I feel a warmth in my cheeks and I know that I’m the one blushing. Shit, I don’t blush. She must see it and takes pity on me because she leans forward brushes her lips over mine before pulling her trousers down.
I lick my lips as I take in her bare skin, the contrast between the black of her bottoms and the creamy paleness of her skin is beautiful. She really is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, she is perfection wrapped up in this feisty little package. It’s gonna hurt like hell when I see her with someone else, when I finally have to give her up and let her get on with her life. She is going to fall for someone who can give her everything, someone that deserves her and I'm not sure how I’ll cope with that.
“If you don’t want to do this it’s fine, I can get someone else to do it.” It’s then I realise that I’d zoned out while thinking about her with another man, I need to get my shit together. I smile up at her before grabbing the bottle of rubbing alcohol and spraying some onto a paper towel. I wipe it over her skin and get a strange sense of satisfaction when she shivers under the cold liquid.
She watches every move I make, goose bumps growing on her body when I purposely blow gently over the area I’ve just cleaned. I grab the bottle of stencil transfer cream and apply some to her skin before turning to grab the stencil of her tattoo. I had designed it after talking to her about what she wanted. It wasn’t much of a conversation as the only thing she told me was she wanted a tattoo that meant something to her, and as helpful as that was I had taken my time coming up with the perfect design.
It was a black almost tribal design of a lotus flower. It is simple but bold, the lines clean and precise. I think it’s the perfect flower for her, Buddhists believe that an open lotus flower is the sign of enlightenment, the symbol of purity and resurrection. I think this describes Rhys to a T. To be able to overcome everything she has and still be the amazing person she is, that is her real beauty. I place the stencil on her hip, placing my hand gently over it letting the pressure transfer the design to her body. When I remove it her gasp covers mine, and I thankful that she didn’t hear me. Letting her hear the effect she has on me isn’t playing my cards close to my chest, it’s giving her power over me that I'm not sure I want her to have. Her body is so still as she tries to look down and what I'm about to mark her skin with and I can’t hold in the small laugh that breaks through.
“You can move, Rhys. Go look in the mirror and see if it’s what you want. Don’t worry it won’t come off.” She gets up from the chair and moves stiffly across to the mirror. She isn’t the only one who thinks that if they move too much the transfer will come off, but she is the cutest person I’ve seen trying to stay still. I watch her face in the mirror as she takes in what I spent a lot of time creating for her. I think that it might be one of the best designs that I’ve done, one of the most important in my career. I can’t look away as her eyes widen and her hand rubs over the flower. She looks up at me in the mirror before turning around and walking over to me. She straddles my legs and pulls my face in close to hers, there are tears building in her eyes but she doesn’t look sad. The look in her eyes shows only love and I know that should scare me but it doesn’t, but that in itself scares me. She leans forward and kisses my lips gently, this kiss isn’t about passion or lust, it’s demonstrating something that’s completely alien to me.
“I love it so much. Does it mean anything special?” My eyes flicker between her eyes and her lips, I can’t decide which I want to look at the most.
“It means you’re a survivor, it means you are beautiful, that you can overcame darkness and show the world your purity.” I’ve no idea where the words come from but I see every single one hit her heart, a tiny gasp sounding before tears run down her cheeks. As I use my finge
r to wipe the off I realise one thing very important, one thing I never thought I would ever have to admit. I think I may be in love with Rhys Alexander.
I can’t look away from his eyes, he has me completely trapped in his stare and I think he can see to my soul. I didn’t even think twice about climbing onto his lap, the emotion that ran through me as I looked at the striking flower can’t be described. I didn’t know what it meant at the time but it felt powerful, it felt like me. Nothing would have prepared me for his description made my heart feel like it was about to combust.
Now I'm sitting here in his lap and all I want to do is tell him I love him and kiss him with everything I have but I don’t want to embarrass either of us. I need to get my feelings under control, falling for Gabe was never part of the plan. He’s already made it clear that there will never be any sort of relationship between us beyond friendship. The problem I have with this is thinking about being with someone who isn’t Gabe scares me.
I’ve only been with one guy since high school, an ex that wasn’t exactly the dream guy. I thought he was everything that I had been looking for gentle and sweet, but I was very wrong. After giving him my virginity he changed drastically. He became possessive and forceful, often leaving me bruised and crying. I stayed with him for too long, letting him completely control my life before I finally ran. It’s how I ended up here with no friends and nowhere to live. Thankfully I’d gotten the job at Gabe’s shop when I needed it the most. I had sworn off men and dating after my time Lance, deciding that I was a magnet for arsehole, power hungry men.
