The Artist's Provocateur

by Fine, L. J.

  He gave her a few minutes to come back down to earth before he flipped their positions. Once again, her head spun as the blood rushed through her ears and a giggle escaped her when she found herself on top of him, straddling his hips. Once he had her steady, he smiled and folded his hands behind his head. "Your turn."

  Answering his smile with a sly one of her own, she crawled off his lap and stood on shaky legs. The pout that formed on his lips made her laugh. "I left my paint on the desk. I'll be right back. Turn over."

  At first, he didn't obey. Instead, he lay there watching her move to the desk, letting his hungry eyes roam her naked body. She felt her skin flush under his obvious desire for her, and that dull throb began to move through her core again. Damn, she had never been like this with any other man. If she got off once during her past sexual encounters, she counted herself lucky. But with Adam, everything was different. She'd lost track of how many times he'd made her come tonight and they weren't even done. And still her body craved more of him. It felt unreal.

  Luckily, the paint covered most of her body's reaction to him. She cocked an eyebrow and pointedly cleared her throat.

  Eventually, his gaze meandered back up to meet hers and his lips twitched at the stern look on her face. Without a word, he rolled over onto his stomach.

  Carefully, as to not get paint everywhere, she moved to the edge of the tarp and reached over to the desk to pick up the little red and gold plastic tubes. Paint in hand, she moved back over him, tossed the gold tube down beside him and straddled his back. Staying on her knees, she opened the tube of red paint and squirted some out onto her palm. Eyeing his broad shoulders, she rubbed the paint between her hands and licked her lips.

  Bringing her hands to his flesh, she kneaded his shoulders, smearing the deep red paint all over his skin and a low growl rumbled out of him, almost like a purr. Crimson lines coated the strong columns of muscle as she rubbed down to the small of his back and then up again to his shoulders. This time she ran her hands down his defined arms, tracing the veins when she got to his forearms. Leaning forward to twine her fingers with his over the backs of his hands, her breasts touched his back, coming away with some of the red paint over the green already there. The way he squirmed beneath her to feel her pressed against him like that, though, was worth it. Shrugging unseen, she moved her hands down his back a second time.

  "In the interest of keeping with the original goal of the night – learning things about each other that nobody else knows – I feel I should tell you this." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He'd already seen her art, her soul poured out onto canvas. What was one more secret? "Once, when we were in high school, I accidently walked into the gym during boys' basketball practice and saw you running around without a shirt. Back then, I never would have admitted this out loud, but I couldn't get your body out of my head for weeks afterward. Every time I saw you in the hall, all I could do was picture it again in my head. I guess I had a little crush on you for a while."

  She felt his muscles tense under her massaging hands. Shit. Maybe that was a confession she should have kept to herself. Had he gotten the wrong idea, that she'd been pining for him all this time? The way he dropped his head and the low groan that rumbled through him didn't make her feel better.

  When he next spoke, his voice came out muffled. "Why didn't you tell me that when we were in high school? We could have saved so much time."

  This time her muscles tensed as she stilled her movements, and her breath left her on a little laugh. He had to be kidding, right? "Oh, come on. You had so many girls fawning all over you. You never would have gone for me."

  Rising to one elbow, he turned halfway to look at her, the lean muscles of his ribs and waist twisting with the movement. "You don't know that, darlin'. I would have gone after your sexy ass in a heartbeat."

  The snort left her before she could stop it. "Yeah right. Maybe if you'd noticed I was alive back then. Turn around, I'm not done with you yet."

  He cocked a brow but said nothing as he, for once, did her bidding. And speaking of a sexy ass...Adam very much had one, and a little thrill went through her that she could - and would - touch him wherever she wanted to. She moved her paint-covered hands over his well sculpted backside and kneaded the muscle there.

  He grunted and shifted his hips which caused her to smile and scrape her nails over his skin as she moved lower onto the backs of his thighs. She saw the muscles of his arms tense in what must have been an effort to keep still. But he let her have her way as she coated the backs of his thighs and calves red. Moving off him, she slapped his ass, enjoying the way his whole body jerked, and told him to turn over.

  "Now who's the bossy one?" he asked, rolling over onto his back. "That's okay, though. I'll let you have this moment since you've been drooling over my body for years."

  She knew he was kidding, but her face flamed anyway. "I never should have told you about that."

  "No, Marie, I'm glad you did," he said sitting up and taking her hand, tugging her closer to him when she put some space between them. "The way I want you." He shook his head. "I've been going out of my mind a little these last few weeks." Cupping her jaw, he drew her mouth down to his. "I want you to want me." He kissed her. "I want you to touch me." Another kiss. "Keep touching me, baby."

  His words. His mouth. They were like a siren song that she didn't want to resist. Crawling into his lap, she followed him as they kissed when he lay back down. Fumbling her hand along the paper at his side, she broke the kiss and sat up when she found the discarded tube of gold paint. His dark eyes tracked her movements as she opened the tube and squirted the paint onto her hands. Leaning back over, she kissed him again as she moved her hands down his chest and scraped her nails over his nipples. He gasped into her mouth and she dragged her teeth over his bottom lip before sitting up again.

  "I don't want to grow your already inflated ego but, damn Adam. You are the sexiest man I've ever seen." And that was just plain truth. No other man, in her opinion, could compare. The gold paint shimmered on his skin, making his chest look like Roman armor, though this perfection was all achingly real.

  "Am I?" he asked running his hands up her thighs to rest on her hips, thumbs angled downward toward the juncture of her thighs. His eyes grew heavy-lidded as he watched her move above him, leaning down to graze his lips with hers.

  "Mmmhmmm. Your midnight eyes and this fuckable mouth." She kissed him, then moved her lips downward. "Your strong jaw and all this hard muscle." Her hands slid down his chest and her fingers traced that V of muscle at his hips. "I don't know what these are called, but definitely these."

  The vibrations of his chuckle tickled her lips as they traveled down his throat. Once again, she sat up on him, but this time she moved lower. Her fingers circled the thick girth of his cock at the base.

  "And this. I love this," she murmured before she took his tip into her mouth. With a sharp exhalation of breath, his fingers moved to her hair, making a mess of the bun at the top of her head, probably getting paint on her. She couldn't care less. Her only focus was on the way he tasted as she traced the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick with her tongue. Gently, he bucked his hips to push more of himself inside, but she withdrew her mouth with a soft pop.

  The way this virile man growled at the loss of her mouth went right to her head. Though she supposed she sort of deserved the "punishment" he'd given her earlier, this was a chance at payback. Granted, a small payback, but still gratifying. She took her time gathering more paint onto her hands to slowly run down the front of his legs. As her hands came back up, she once again took him into her mouth – down – then hollowing her cheeks as she came back up.

  "Fuck, Marie." He slowly rolled his hips in time with her mouth, lost in the moment, but still somehow careful not to push too hard or hurt her. "Yeah, just like that, baby."

  She kept going, kept tormenting him, and the power she had over him in this moment made her feel vital and feminine. That was until
she brought her hand up to massage his balls, and he pulled her off him with a groan.

  "You keep doing that and I'm gonna come." He sat up and took her chin in his fingers before covering her mouth with his, the kiss languid and deep. It ended before she was ready for it to and he rumbled against her lips. "When I come, it's gonna be deep inside your sweet pussy."

  For a few dazed moments, he left her kneeling there, watching him with swollen lips and an aching core as he got to his feet to move to his jeans and dig a condom out of his wallet. She stayed like that, on her knees looking up at him as he prowled back to her, then around her body to stand behind her. Neither of them spoke. She instinctually knew not to move. The power had shifted in those few seconds and the knowledge was palpable. The air stirred against her skin as he knelt down behind her and then she felt his heat surrounding her.

  One arm circled her waist and pulled her body back against him as his other hand gently wrapped around her neck, tilting her head to the side to grant his lips access to her ear. "Do you like teasing me? Does it turn you on to know that I want you?"

  Scraping his teeth over her earlobe, he moved his hands down her body to the tops of her thighs. He put pressure on her there to communicate what he wanted, and she obediently widened her stance on her knees. When he scissored two fingers over the lips of her pussy, she could barely remember her own name, let alone that he had asked her a question. Until he nipped at her neck and said, "tell me".

  His fingers moved slowly up and down, up and down the lips of her sex and she arched against him, purring out some words that may or may not get her into trouble. "How much do you want me?"

  The sharp slap to her pussy made her gasp and jerk in his arms.

  Trouble then. But oh, the best kind. The sting vibrated through her clit and fresh moisture coated her lips. His question should be a rhetorical one. The cream no doubt coating his fingers should tell him all he needed to know, but she answered him anyway. "Yes, Adam. I love that I can drive you crazy. That you want me so much you don't know what to do with yourself, so you take it out on me. Mmm, you make me come so hard when you get like that."

  As his fingers resumed that maddening massage between her legs, he ran kisses up the back of her neck then over to her ear. "I want you on your hands and knees this time. I want you to take your punishment like a good girl."

  With his free hand, he applied pressure to the middle of her back, guiding her down to where he wanted her. Somehow this position made her feel more exposed than anything else they'd done that night. It could be the subservient nature of the pose. Or maybe that he ran his hands down her back to her ass and spread her open to his gaze. One of his hands moved between their bodies, his thumb brushing purposefully over her rosebud as he passed. Her whole body jerked from the unexpected, forbidden touch. That was a possibility she hadn't considered before. Was that something she would even be into? Maybe not with another man, but with Adam she wouldn't take anything off the table. No doubt he would make whatever she tried with him an enjoyable experience.

  She had no more time to contemplate it when he steadied her hips with one hand and reached for his cock with the other, gliding it through her drenched slit. Her breath left her with a gasp as she arched back against him, the head of his cock bumping over her clit.

  The warmth of his hand left her hip before coming back down in a hard slap to her ass, creating an altogether different kind of heat. "Don't move."

  Didn't he realize that everything he did to her right now made immobility on her part impossible? The sharp pain of his admonishment hit her nerve endings in all the right places, adding to her pleasure. She curled her fingers into the paper under her hands, trying to concentrate on the multicolored paint beneath her fingernails instead of what he was doing. Willing herself to stay still despite what he was doing.

  But then he dragged that thick cock back through her slit and positioned it at her opening. With one swift thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and when he started a rhythmic pounding, her resolve to be still went to shit. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, loving the way he stretched her and the sounds their bodies made as they came together.

  One of his hands snaked up her back to weave his fingers through her hair, spilling it from the confines of the bun as he pulled to arch her backward. Another slap resonated on her ass and she cried out, all the sensations moving through her at once, almost too much.

  "I told you not to move," he growled, applying pressure to subtly push her down to her elbows, ass high in the air. The contradiction of his harsh words and his gentle movements told her more than words could that his guidance in their play was all suggestion. If she wanted to stop or take this a different direction, she had the power to do so. But she liked his direction, his dominance over her. His passion for her pleasure made her feel beautiful, cherished. And the way he growled in her ear got her wetter than she could ever remember being. He was so damn sexy. "I want you to be still and take whatever I give you."

  Her fingers curled into fists, the paper crinkling as she dropped her head on a moan and he fucked her harder. At this angle, he hit that magic spot deep inside her perfectly and her legs trembled as she started to climb up that hill. She needed something, though, just a little more and she'd be flying off that edge.

  As if reading her mind, he slid his right hand up the inside of her thigh. The feather-light touch in contrast to the rough force of his cock pounding into her pussy gave her goosebumps. Those wicked fingers moved past where they were joined and found her clit, rubbing it in delicious circles. Her whole body shook as his name left her lips on a desperate pant.

  "You gonna come?" he rumbled, making those goosebumps break out along the back of her neck. Biting her lip, she nodded, not trusting herself to form coherent words. "So, come. Come for me, baby."

  Her fingers left the paper a crumbled, colorful mess as they wrapped around his wrist, feeling the tendons there move as his fingers played her. He moved his mouth to her shoulder and sunk his teeth into her tender flesh. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids as she came, and his name poured from her lips, her inner muscles milking his cock.

  When she finally came back to herself, his motions slowed, the lazy drag of his still-hard dick setting off aftershocks, making her shake and smile, totally blissed out. She wasn't quite ready for it when he pulled out of her, surprising her. He hadn't come.

  Before she could get herself together enough to speak, he rolled onto his back, dragging her over his body so that she straddled his hips. Still a little shaky from her orgasm, she braced her weight with her palms flat on his chest and quirked a brow.

  "Ride me," he said, grabbing her ass and grinding her against his cock.

  Testing her legs, she sat up on him. Her limbs felt luxuriously heavy, but she could do this for him. Even after such an intense release, her pussy still ached for him and they both groaned when she took him back inside.

  "Every time," he grunted when she began to move on him. "You feel so fucking good, so tight every time I'm inside you."

  His words ran through her like a shiver and she moved faster on him, squeezing her muscles around him each time she drew her body up. His head dipped back as he gripped her ass tighter. She watched, transfixed by the strong column of his throat and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. The power she had over him in this moment went right to her head, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from his almost pained, lust-drunk expression.

  Suddenly, he sat up and kissed her, his tongue playing with hers as he thrust up into her body, matching her rhythm.

  "Make me come. Make me come," he whispered against her lips over and over. Despite his words, he moved his thumb over her clit, pressing down so she could feel the drag of his cock as they came together. "When you come again, it'll get me off. So, make me come."

  His hips moved faster, and her nails dug into his shoulders as she, once again, climbed up that hill. She threw her head back and his mouth
moved to her neck, his tongue swiping along her throat to trace her guttural cry. "Adam."

  Marie came, her hips losing their rhythm as she bore down on him. He followed right after, growling her name as he filled the condom.

  Afterward, he fell to his back on the paper, his gold-plated chest heaving as he caught his breath. She braced her weight on his stomach and stared down at this gorgeous man that somehow, through a series of crazy events, she could now call her own.

  Smiling, she moved her hands to either side of his head and placed a sweet kiss on his mouth. "We made a mess."

  A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating into hers. "The best times always are a mess, though."

  "Mmmhmm." She kissed him again and moved off him, wincing both at the loss of him and the soreness of her muscles. "We should get cleaned up before this paint sets on our skin."

  Unable to look away, she watched him remove the condom and get up to stand beside her. On second thought, maybe she should keep him all covered in paint. It was like a branding of sorts and her mark looked good on him. Eventually, her eyes traveled up to his face to see him looking down at the mess of color they had left behind. It looked like some sort of haphazard abstractionist art, complete with hand and knee prints. Those indents made her blush.

  "So, what are you gonna do with this masterpiece when it dries?" He asked.

  Tapping a finger on her chin, she pretended to scrutinize the paper. "I dunno. Maybe I should contact an art gallery to sell my work. This could be the center piece. I bet I could make bank, especially if I put a description of what it is and, most importantly, who it is."

  Shrugging, he turned to her. "I'd say do it, I'm all for helping you grow artistically, but I know you won't."

  "What makes you say that?" She asked with narrowed eyes.

  "Because then you'd have to admit that," he pointed to a double crescent mark on the paper, "is your ass print."