Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  “Simple. To make yours happen.” Jonah opened the door and ushered her inside.

  “Thank you.”

  He’d seen his fair share of these shops. His friends had urged him to get some ink. With his military career he made the choice not to. But seeing her experience something new pleased him. She possessed a curiosity that could lead them to some interesting places. He moved behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Her body trembled.

  “You can do anything you want,” he said. “All you need is a bit of courage.”

  She smelled so sweet. All woman.

  “Couples tattoos?” A slender woman with full sleeves decorating both arms pushed through the curtain from the back room.

  “No. My beautiful date is thinking of getting one.” Jonah offered the artist a warm smile, while caressing Cam’s neck.

  “I do want one. I’m just not sure where to put it or what to get.”

  “I’m Kylie and I’d be happy to help you decide. They are permanent though. I don’t have henna art here.”

  Jonah grinned. Camilla didn’t come across as a tramp stamp type of girl, more of a naughty vixen.

  “Is there any place on the body no one would see but me?”

  “The heel of the foot is painful. Some choose that. Others go for the most private spot. The genital area. The pelvic region is easy to ink and doesn’t sting as bad as muscle tissue.”

  Jonah watched her eyes go wide and chuckled. “No one would see it but you or your lover.” He slipped his hand around her waist, drawing her closer to him. Her gaze held a deep longing matching his own.

  “That’s really personal. I don’t even like the doc down there during my yearly checkup.”

  “The choice is yours. There’s plenty of skin on the body to do a nice small tattoo somewhere.”

  “Can I have sex if I put one there?” Cam asked.

  His dick lurched in response to her direct question. He damn well hoped she wouldn’t get a tat somewhere that would prevent him from exploring her most intimate places.

  “That’s a great question.” Kylie reached behind her for a thick binder. “You can, but you won’t be able to swim or take a bath for a week. That includes hot tubs.”

  “I didn’t come here to swim, so that sounds perfect to me.” Cam’s voice wavered. “I don’t know what to choose.” He gave her a squeeze of support.

  Kylie laid the book on the counter. “We have our flashes set up in different groups. On the left are tribal art, barbed wire designs, military insignias, mottos.” She flipped a page “Floral designs or a heart, maybe? A good number of our customers come in with a something in mind or drawn by themselves or an artist they know. We can design one for you if you’d like.”

  Indecision played over Cam’s features. “What would you suggest, Jonah?”

  Pleasure warmed him at her request. “If you want to go for symbolism, a butterfly. Stepping in here is out of your comfort zone, part of a declaration of sorts. Spreading your wings, so to speak. A bird would be too big, but a butterfly—”

  She gaped. “How can you read me so well when we don’t know each other from Adam? I mean aside from having dinner together.”

  “Just call it a gift.” He winked “And what we shared was no ordinary dinner.”

  Kylie closed the binder and replaced it on the shelf. “Custom then. I’ll go grab the paperwork and we can get started.”

  Jonah dug out a credit card and handed it to her. “Thank you.”

  “Can you do it somewhere private?”

  “Of course. Follow me.”

  The two ladies disappeared. Minutes later Kylie came back. She handed him his card and smiled. “Your date wants you to wax and watch.”

  “All right.” He hurriedly stuck his credit card in his wallet as he followed her. What kind of fool would turn down such an intimate opportunity? His pants tightened—becoming uncomfortable as he conjured images of her sweet pussy, wondered if her natural hair color was the same glorious raven shade as her long mane. He entered behind the young female artist, his gaze zeroing in on Camilla. She reclined on a padded chair raised on a hydraulic stand for optimal positioning. He adjusted his junk and hissed out a breath. She wore the sexiest hot pink bikini panties he’d ever laid eyes on.

  Lust warred with trepidation. “Are you sure you want my help? I’ve never waxed anyone before.” He didn’t want to burn her.

  “I’d be really worried if you had.” Her teasing lilt grabbed him. He kept his gaze level with hers.

  “I’ll peel down those sexy panties and we can get started.” Once the innuendo was out, the air in the room sizzled.

  “Not all the way, lover boy.” Kylie shook her head at him.

  “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

  “I promise, you can see all of me later.”

  “I’ll hold you to that….no backing down now.” He winked, hooked his fingers into the sides, and peeled the fabric down. Kylie kept him in line by placing her hand on his wrist and applying pressure. Sure enough, she’d shaved a landing strip recently as the rest of her was bare and smooth. He loved finding she was a natural brunette.

  “I’d say we’re ready to get started.” Kylie interrupted his appreciation of all things Cam, lifting a container of hot wax. Jonah, stroked Cam’s thigh while Kylie dipped a wooden stick in and stirred. She passed him the applicator. “Sit and blow on this before you apply the wax.”

  Cam was so tiny, watching him with big eyes as he sat on the stool and prepared to participate in the unfamiliar activity. He blew on the stick then dragged the depressor along her soft skin. She moaned and his dick throbbed in response.

  Her satin barrier prevented her legs from falling apart naturally for him, as well as blocked his line of vision from what he was driven to see, to feel, to taste. Kylie took the stick and supplied him a cloth strip. He pressed it over the wax. She winced when he pulled it off.

  “I’ll kiss and make it better.”

  “You want to torture me? That’s not making the sting go away; it’s making my insides throb.”

  “All the better to alleviate later.” He blew on a second wax stick and coated the center line of her mons. When he was done, he bent lower to nip her inner thigh. Using the distraction, he applied the fabric and ripped it off. “Better?” He placed a kiss on her silky skin.

  “Lower.”

  “Later.” He moved out of the way, settling into a chair across the room so the artist could take his place with her pack of sterile supplies. She set up her ink, needles, and sharps container. A spike of possessiveness washed over him as Kylie cleansed the newly smooth skin. Instead of finding the vision hot, he was mildly irritated. She caught his expression and regarded him warily. Sharing wasn’t among his strengths.

  “We decided on a vibrantly colored butterfly,” Cam said. “She’s going to show me places down there to choose from since it’s not all that big. Then I’ll decide.” Kylie placed the transfer sheet over one spot and then a second. When she was done laying the outline, she handed Camilla a mirror.

  “Can I have all three? I like how they’re arranged. What do you think Jonah?”

  Lust raged through him. He fought the urge to sample her right then and leaned forward to see. “Beautiful. Need someone to hold your hand?”

  “I’m so excited, I think I’ll be okay.”

  “Good then. I’ll relax over here and watch the show.”

  “I can’t believe I’m getting a tattoo.”

  He chuckled at her outburst. Minutes later, the tattoo gun’s hum silenced the occupants of the room. Cam bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Kylie donned gloves and tested out her equipment. She flattened Cam’s skin and pressed tight as she worked, chatting about everything from music to clothing and accessories distracting her from the sting of needles repeatedly puncturing her skin.

  The miniscule scrap of material shielding his vision from the folds of Cam’s pussy slipped, giving him a tempting vision of glistening pink. He f
ocused on her flushed face and her fingers gripping the arms of the chair. Her fast, shallow breaths.

  Did the hypnotic sound of the needle arouse her? Or the erotic decorating of her chosen area? Maybe a little pain turned her on.

  His dick lurched. Fantasies ran rampant in his lurid imagination. Damn, she was already torturing him. Intent on his thoughts, he was startled to see both women staring at him.

  Kylie wiped excess ink on a cloth. “Pay attention.”

  She inspected the small details. The gun sparked again. “She’s doing a great job. Are you seeing how fantastic this is?”

  “Your art work looks damn good from where I’m sitting.” He rested his arms on his knees, taking in the scene before him. Kylie moved with efficiency and was done in a matter of minutes. She swiped the excess again and stood. After disposing of the needles and caps of paint, she snapped off her latex gloves.

  She coated the tattoo with a glob of Neosporin and handed Cam a mirror again. “We’re all done.”

  Jonah moved the few steps it took to get to them. Their eyes dropped to his groin and his cock strained fully erect and trapped behind his fly. He ignored the call to fuck and admired her pretty pink, purple, and orange butterflies.

  “Sexy. Here’s to a new you.” At the juncture of her thighs, the scent of her arousal stripped him of all thought. Heat radiated from her pussy. Neither spoke. Hyper aware, they stood not breathing. A shiny package glimmered, drawing him to the supply table where a lone magnum condom waited for them. The swoosh of the curtain between the front and back of the shop told him their artist had left them alone.

  “Do it.” Cam moaned. With jerky moves, she shoved her panties down and then sat forward, reaching for his zipper. “God, I’ve never been so out-of-my-mind horny.”

  Jonah didn’t need prodding. He tore the corner of the wrapper. Camilla unbuckled his belt and popped open his button. She stole the barrier from his fingers and freed his cock from the confines of cotton boxers. His jaw dropped. Would she change her mind? His success rate ran sixty-forty once females saw his size and girth. When she made no move, he backed up and tucked himself painfully away.

  “Where are you going?” She sounded confused, but he was doing what she wanted even if she didn’t understand.

  “To the next part of our date.” He forced himself to breathe. After their night, he’d jack to relieve the pressure. No problem. Wasn’t the first time he’d been told no way with a look or a gasp.

  “I thought we were on the next part a second ago. I didn’t want you to move away or be an Indian giver.”

  “Indian giver?”

  “What would you call arousing me and giving me a peek at your…?

  “You can talk dirty, Cam. Say, your big cock, Jonah.”

  “Your…that. What you said.” She blushed, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Her focus stayed on his dick.

  “You can have my cock when you say the words.”

  “First an Indian giver, now a withholder of pipe.”

  “You can do better than pipe. Say what you want. I can see it in your eyes. You want my uncut big cock.”

  “Fiiine. Jonah get over here with your…cock.”

  “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “Hell yeah, I don’t talk like that. Now come back. I just need help with the condom. I’ve never been um, with a man who isn’t…um….”

  “Circumcised?” A smile began to tug on the corners of his mouth. More women than he cared to count had run for the hills on seeing him fully erect. “You’re not afraid of being hurt?”

  “On the contrary. I think having all of you sliding into me will be a life-altering experience. Much better than the sex toy my girlfriends gave me for my last birthday. It’s not as long, but nice and fat.”

  “You continue to surprise me.” Jonah hissed in relief after he freed his steel erection from his pants. He fisted his shaft, pulling the skin back and guiding the condom over his tip, helping her sheath him. She squeezed once and then again. With a naughty grin, she let go and whisked her top over her head, giving him a front and center view of tanned globes near spilling out of a pink bra.

  “You’re killin’ me, Cam.” Her hair spilled over her shoulders when she lay back and crooked her finger at him.

  He moved in close and hooked her legs around his waist. His cock nudged at her folds. She let out a ragged breath as he brushed against her bud.

  “Nice and slow.”

  He was a go. He hoped she could take all of him. He skimmed his callused hands up her smooth legs. She felt good, damn good. She gazed at him, her chest rising and falling fast. He wanted her to wonder about his next move. Her body was coiled for him to bring her to release. He hissed out a breath to calm himself and enter her satin sex with control. Inching forward proved tougher then he’d imagined. Already she clamped around him, giving way only when he retreated in his pursuit to surge deeper. He thanked the span of her wide hips and pelvic bones for allowing him entry, loving how she bucked her hips and the hunger in her eyes. Her face flushed, her body trembled. He let go of his restraint and plunged in, stilling when she let out a gasp of surprise. Fiery heat seared him.

  Jonah shifted his hips and looped his forearms under her knees. Encased in her slippery wetness, her sex clamped around him threatened to bring him off too soon. She wiggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  “Don’t wait, I want more.” And this time they both knew what she wanted more of.

  Taking a deep breath and centering his libido, he set a smooth pace, plunging deep and long and withdrawing almost completely. Her greedy cunt clasped him when he slid back in, balls deep.

  “Feels so good.” He wanted to hear her chanting that over and over again. He fucked her with savage thrusts, thankful the hydraulic stand prevented the chair from making noise as he slaked their combined lust.

  I’m not gonna last. Jonah grit his teeth as she met him thrust for thrust. He snatched the lacy fabric eclipsing her nipples from his sight. Peach colored buds tightened for him. When he slapped one and then the other, her pretty pussy gushed around him, drenching his dick within her core. She liked a little pain with her pleasure—as he’d guessed earlier. Her squirming pleased him. She closed her eyes.

  Jonah cupped her lush mounds in his hands, drawing them to his lips. He teased each one, withdrew his cock, and bit down on her pebbled bud. Cam came, bolted off the chair, impaling herself on him again. Drenched in her cream, he shoved against her constricting walls, and buried his face between her breasts. Each balls-deep drive produced a staccato slap. Her whimpers turned to throaty moans. The slick walls working his cock gripped him, her juices made his passage easier. Cam’s fingers bit into him, her hips bucked, and her sex quivered around him. Unwilling to let her have her second release just yet, he pinched her nipple, eliciting a gasp. She glared daggers at him.

  “That was mean.” Her voice broke as he speared her again. “And unnecessary.”

  Cute.

  Jonah slid out and dropped a kiss on her lips, enjoying the moment.

  “Finish now,” she said.

  “Bossy, aren’t we?” He tugged down her groping hands, entering her in slow increments. Fuck, her molten hot core welcomed him, grasping him, sucking him deeper still. The slow burn built around him. Small, quaking muscles quivered. Her breathing hitched and nipples pebbled hard as diamonds. Cam ground her clit against him. His resolve threatened to shatter; she felt so good wrapped around him.

  “Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd.” Cream rushed over his cock as she came, her contractions crushing him, halting him from driving harder and retreating. She pulsated around him, drawing a ragged hiss from his lips. He unwound her legs from his waist, holding them while she milked his seed from him with each downward plunge.

  “How can you still be hard?”

  “I’m not fully.” He brushed his finger along her jaw. As he pulled out, he moved on bended knee, seeking the taste he craved, plunging his tongue into her pussy to ba
the his mouth with her overflowing cream.

  “S-stop.” She stuttered so prettily. Jonah licked along her slit one final time and stood. He pressed one last kiss to her “Georgia peach” and moved from between her thighs. “So sweet.” Damn if she didn’t look all mussed and sexy, hair in disarray and eyes glassy from coming for him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He tossed the condom in the trash and then headed to the sink for a washcloth and settled on a paper towel, quickly wetting it and returning to Cam’s side.

  “I crave your kiss.” She parted her knees, and he swiped over her folds.

  Chuckling at how she opened more for him, even with a flush staining her cheeks, he pressed his mouth to her inner thigh.

  “That’s not what I meant.” She giggled and he repeated the trace of his lips over her ticklish skin, reveling in how sensitive every inch of her was to his touch, and at her inability to quell her response.

  Jonah slid up her body, peppering her navel with kisses, across her rib cage paying equal attention to each pert nipple. He walked his fingers across the slippery path of her sex, pressing on her clit. “A kiss can say many things, I want you, need to have you, love the feel of your soft lips between mine. One touch can crumble walls. Can demand entry.” He bit the curve of her shoulder and slope of her neck, pressed his fingertip into her clit again. Cam came with a violent shake. He took her mouth then, as she writhed under him. Damn she tasted like dessert all over again. Sweet. Pliant. He thrust his tongue deep, teasing, taking, demanding a response. Jonah glanced around and broke off the most intoxicating kiss of his life. “We don’t have any more condoms.”

  “Ohhh. You’re right. Oh my god, we really just did this here. I hope she didn’t have any other customers coming.”

  Reality crashed down on them breaking the moment. A frantic Cam scooted from him and dressed in record-breaking time. She twisted and knotted her hair up, and dug in her purse for a handful of pins. In a matter of seconds, she slipped them in place.

  “What are you frowning for?”