Authors: Lissa Matthews
She ea
sed the zipper down, smiling to herself when Brax’s tongue slipped out to lick at his lips. His hands fisted against his thighs the farther the zipper went until it bottomed out.
He really did want her. The knowledge that she wasn
’t alone in these feelings warmed, and tempted her.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans much as he
’d done with his pants earlier. With a shove and a shimmy, she had them down her hips, her thighs, and finally they pooled at her ankles.
“
Damn,” he whispered.
“
See something you like?”
“
Oh yeah. Have waited a fucking long time to see you like this.”
Annie stepped out of the denim. She nudged them in the direction he
’d kicked his before. She refused to shy away as his gaze traveled from her pink painted toes to her pink and green polka dot panties. She squirmed and shifted, aroused beyond what she imagined she would be when he dared her to show up tonight, but still, she stood her ground.
“
I think I might go up in flames,” he said.
“
I kinda like having that affect on you. Ready for more?”
“
I’m ready for anything you have.”
The bold words made her smile. “
We’ll see about that. Do I have piercings?”
Brax tilted his head.
“Your ears.”
“
Yes, that’s obvious. But is that all?”
He smirked and wrapped his hands around her waist to
pull her close. His thumbs went to her breasts, rubbing against the center of the cup of her bra. Her nipples pebbled and desire swirled down into her belly. “I can’t make out any rings in your nipples. But your bra isn’t exactly thin and see thru… Your nipples seem lovely though.”
“
Yeah,” she huffed a short laugh. “I walked into that one. Any others?”
He still teased her through the bra. She should smack his hands away but she just couldn
’t seem to “You? No. I can see your belly button isn’t pierced and I… No,” he said again. “Just your ears.”
“
Wrong.”
He tugged her bra away from the globes of her breasts and looked in.
“Nipples?”
“
N-no.”
“
Damn, they’re pretty.” He hummed in approval and smacked his lips.
“
Thank you.”
“
Your blush is pretty too. No piercings in your nose or lips or eyebrows.”
“
Nope, none of those.”
“
Okay, so?” All of a sudden his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped for a brief moment before he pulled it closed again. “You can’t mean…?”
Annie had shocked him
and she had to take a moment to relish that fact. Brax who was hot and worldly and tattooed up and down, was shocked. By her. “Yep.”
“
Holy. Hell.” Brax dropped his hands from her chest and rubbed his palms over his face. He shook his head as though trying to clear his mind. “When?”
“
Your shirt first.”
“
I’m the one with a nipple piercing,” he grumbled.
“
Nothing else?”
“
Nope.”
“
When it comes to you, that’s kind of disappointing.” Her casual remark earned her a sneer.
“
No, shit. But if you’ve got one…” He ran his fingers through his very short hair. “How? Why? When?”
“
Aren’t you forgetting what?” she suggested lightly.
“
Tell me,” he demanded.
“
Pledge week. Second thing we had to do.” He was even more sexy when he was heated and aggressive, that she answered immediately. The look in his eyes, the dilated pupils, the desire and lust… And that
she
did that to him. She just couldn’t get over having that kind of power over him.
“
Damn. You really wanted in that sorority, huh?”
Annie grinned.
“I really did.”
“
That’s my girl. Never resist a challenge.”
“
We had the option of having it taken out after pledge week but didn’t find out about that part of it until we made it through. After it healed, I kinda liked it and never considered having it removed.”
“
What is it?”
“
A ring.”
“
Where exactly? Above? Below? Or is it your actual clit?
“
Above. Vertical. There’s a ball in the center of the ring and —”
“
I need to see it,” he interrupted, coming at her, reaching for her.
“
Brax…” she hedged. Or was it teasing? She wasn’t sure. She only knew it felt good to be like this with him. He was surprised, maybe even shocked and she loved the little thrill it gave her.
But then, h
e whipped his shirt off over his head and she forgot her own name. She never saw where it landed. Her attention was fixated on his chest, his stomach, his hipbones. Her gaze took in the rainbow of color covering every inch of his pecs and most of his lower abs.
She
’d always believed art, especially tattoos, should be a personal choice, something to reflect the soul, the heart, love. Yes, some people got tattoos on a whim, on a dare, but she could never do that. It would need to be special and she just didn’t know what would fit her.
Around Brax
’s calf of his other leg was a bright yellow lei. She wanted to ask why that particular design, but didn’t want to offend him. It seemed like something so feminine, and yet on him, it was anything but… The shades of yellow were blended well and it glowed with warmth against his skin.
Her gaze traveled around his body, what she could see of it from her position. Sh
e could look at him all day for several days in a row and still not be able to catalog every bit of ink he had on his body.
He had other flowers beyond the yellow ones. The one she could see clearly was a hibiscus bloom in a brilliant coral color. There wa
s a wolf’s head, the scales of justice, a University of Florida logo, which if the scales on his thigh were a gator, would make sense. He also had tribal tattoos, scrolls and script, swirls, wings, waves, and a surfboard.
Annie
’s breath stalled in her throat. His pale skin, decorated with rich inks held her in thrall. She was tempted by the ring through his nipple and started to reach for it, but he grabbed hold of her wrist. Her mouth watered at his unyielding grip and she moved closer, only to find herself pressed against the desk with him looming over her.
She
’d never seen this dark, lust filled side of him and she wanted more. His hunger was arresting and blood pounded in her ears. Whatever he had to give, she craved. Whatever he wanted of her, she needed him to have.
“
Let me see it, Annie.” His voice was little more than a growl, impatient and insistent. “I’m fucking hard. I need to see that piercing. I need to touch it, taste it…”
Chapter Three
“
L
et me see it.” He wasn’t about to take no for an answer on this. Annie was too tempting by half and whether she knew it or not, she was driving him fucking insane. She was curvy and lush, beautiful, and her goddamn clit hood was pierced.
One heartbeat, then two, followed by
what seemed like a distant third, and she spread her legs wide across the corner of the desk. The overhead light was on, but it wasn’t enough for him, and he flipped the switch on the lamp nearby. He swivel the head and with shaking fingers, tugged the crotch of her pink panties to the side. He couldn’t make a sound. There, glinting in the brightness… “Jesus, Annie.”
He couldn
’t remember the last time he was so turned on. There was horny, and then there was
horny
. His hand tightened on the delicate and damp silk. “Remember what I said about you needing me?” He flicked his gaze up to catch her nod before focusing on her pussy again. “Well, turns out I need you more. I either need my dick inside you or I need my tongue working through those lips and playing with that ring. Both before the day is over, but definitely one of them right the fuck now.”
Annie
’s eyes widened but she jerked her head in a nod. “Condom?”
Brax mentally fist pumped the air. “
Don’t. Move.” With reluctance, Brax let go of her panties and sidled over to his desk. He kept a box of condoms in the back of the bottom drawer. The view when he turned back to her made him nearly swallow his tongue.
She didn
’t look at him as she slid the silk of her panties over her hips and thighs. Not his face anyway. She did however, stare at his crotch again, which considering that’s where all the blood in his body was at the moment, that was just fine.
She shimmied and the fabric fell to the floor. His fingers had never itched so painfully as when he took in her naked body. Her belly wasn
’t flat or concave, but soft and rounded. Her hips weren’t slim and neither were her thighs. She didn’t have the body many women strove to starve themselves into having, but she did have a body made for being wrapped around him.
“
God, you’re fuckin’ hot.” The words were growled more than spoken and a blush covered her from feet to cheeks, but she didn’t try to hide from him.
She was the one to lick her lips this time and he honestly didn
’t know how much more he could take before he pulled her close and tasted her. At this point, he didn’t care which part of her either. He’d be happy with a lick of her belly just to whet his appetite.
S
he surprised him further by reaching back and unclasping her bra. She slipped it off, and then it was his turn to gulp and swallow. Full, round globes with lovely light tan nipples that were, as they had been when covered up, erect, tight buds. Her breasts weren’t perky. They instead had a bit of sag, a lovely tug from gravity. They were real, and beautiful and made his mouth water.
Wh
en she stood straight, he forgot to breathe. Oxygen to his brain was gone and repurposed elsewhere.
Her ass had a tongue
-swallowing wiggle when she took two steps back to the desk and her tits had a forget-his-own-name jiggle when she eased onto the surface.
He captured her with a hand around the back of her neck
before either of them knew what he was doing, and stole a kiss. Her tongue tangled with his without any coaxing. A few papers and other office things covered the top of the desk but as he invaded her space and urged her backward, a single sweep of his free hand had everything on the floor. Her legs opened on either side of his thighs. He wanted inside her, on top of her, under her. He’d only wanted to up the ante, but it may be his undoing until he did something to take the edge off.
At the same time, he rather liked the edge.
Her scent was musky, moist. Earthy mixed with a hint of coconut. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of hair above her mound, but the lips were shaved smooth, giving him an unfettered view of pretty dusky colored lips “Never seen a pussy so sweet, so pretty.” Truer words had never been spoken. Her labia and the silver piercing were wet. Brax was salivating behind his teeth and his dick was leaking from the tip, dampening the front of his underwear. They were shed quickly and when he looked up, her eyes were trained below his waist.
“
I could say the same about your cock,” she offered, her voice husky with hunger. It’s… Beautiful.”
He grinned.
“Don’t believe anyone has ever complimented my penis before, but I’m not about to argue. I’m thinking it might need a matching ring though.”
“
God,” Annie groaned.
“
I take it you agree?”
“
Oh yeah.”
“
Good.” He bumped against her piercing, slid down over her clit, slicking the head. “I’ll definitely be thinking about it. You feel damn delicious.”
“
How often do you bring unsuspecting women back here for sex?”
Brax grunted and reached for one of her nipples. He gave it a pinch to which she merely moaned. “
And do you consider yourself unsuspecting?”
“
A-an hour ago, yes. Can you please stop teasing now?”
“
Teasing? If you don’t want teasing, what do you want?” Annie arched her back against wood-topped desk. If she lifted any higher, he could quite easily slip inside her.
“
I thought you wanted to fuck.”
“
Ah yes,” he agreed, taking a small step back. He tore into the condom packet, dropped the empty foil to the ground, and rolled the rubber over his cock. “How long has it been for you?”
“
Since before I came home.”
“
Poor baby.” As he talked, he continued rubbing the head through her sex. The inner lips parted at his intrusion then enveloping him in warmth and wetness. “Guess it’s up to me to take care of ending that drought.”
“
Not if you don’t stop teasing me.”
“
Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” But it was wonderful to see her free and smiling and for it being the first time he was seeing her naked, completely sexual and flirting with him… Brax leaned down, framed her face in his palms and kissed her laughing mouth. “I’ve waited years to be with you like this. It’s more than sex, Annie. You have to know that. You need to know that. It’s more than sex. It’s you. It’s all you.”
“
I know. Anyone who knows that I prefer spicy pickles over traditional dill on my Cuban sandwich must have real interest in me.”
Brax pinch
ed her nipple again. “Brat.” He took the hint, the taunt, and lifted his hips away from her, lowered his hands and gripped her under her thighs. He bent his knees, let go of her for the seconds it took him to line his cock up, and slipped inside her. “You have no idea how much interest I have in you.”
The slow slide into her depths
and her heat made him sigh. The feel was indescribable. Tight. Wet. His. Oh yes, definitely his. He wanted to stay in her cunt forever. She fit him, she fit around him.
His balls
pressed to the underside of her ass. “I want to go slow. Fuckin’ A…” He shifted, rotated his hips, and bottomed out again. I just don’t think I can.”
“
Then don’t.”
He grinned down at her. “
You deserve slow and patient and given every chance to have every attention to detail satisfied.”
His hands were once again cradling her face and he kept
his eyes locked with hers. With a pace he thought might kill him, Brax made love to Annie on a desk in the office of a tattoo parlor. Of his tattoo parlor.
She latched
onto his hips tightly, clutched at his arms with smooth fingers stained with charcoal and ink.
He
’d started off the night believing she was lost, that she needed to find herself again since being laid off from the advertising agency, but Brax wondered if maybe he wasn’t the one who wanted her to be lost so he could ride to her rescue.
“
How do you feel?” he blurted the question without realizing he meant to.
“
H-how…? I don’t understand what you mean. I feel full, wet, the desk is a bit uncomfortable. I —”
“
That’s not what I mean. I mean, inside,” he touched her chest, “Here.”
“
Full there too,” she said softly. “I feel full and free and wanted.”
“
Good.” He kissed her. “Good,” he repeated, and kissed her again.
Making love to her was a dream, one he
’d had for many years and now he was with her, naked from a game of questions, and she was open to him, smiling up at him, wet for him, taking him in, letting him fill her.
He
’d been, and still was, in love with her. How to tell her, he didn’t know. He’d never told a woman he loved her. As he looked at Annie, he wanted to shout it, to whisper it. She’d grown up and grown into a gorgeous woman, a free spirit locked inside what was quickly becoming a corporate shell.
One who drank light roast coffee.
He kissed the tip of her nose, feathered kisses across her cheeks, licked lightly at her lips. And all the while, he moved inside her, sliding in, then out. She was hot and snug, clasping his shaft, the base of which rubbed against her piercing.
She was his type of girl, he t
hought with a smile pressed against her ear. He would’ve never guessed she had a piercing through her clit hood, but damn if she hadn’t surprised him. Every time he pulled out of her, the edge of the ball in the ring slid along his length.
The sensation of
that alone was worth going slow, taking his time, drawing out the thrill of having her in his arms.
She met his mouth in a kiss when he turned his head. It was hard, full of lust, and need. Her hands held onto his in a desperate grip, and her body bucked
against the desk. “Something wrong?” he asked lightly.
“
Need.”
It was all she said. Her eyes were bright with arousal, glassy with the urgency to come. He hadn
’t touched her with his fingers, hadn’t rubbed her clit, but didn’t seem it was going to be necessary.
“
Okay, baby.” He pulled out until the crown was all that was inside her and he held himself there. She used her legs and his body to leverage herself on his cock. She fucked herself on him and her throat emitted choked groans.
But when he plunged bac
k in, all the way to the base, all the way until his balls slapped her ass again, she smiled. It was his turn to fuck. To take. To use.
His mouth hovered over hers, their breath mingling. His hands pressed against the sides of her head and his fingers flex
ed in the soft strands of her hair.
She met his pistoning hips stroke for stroke until her eyes rolled back and she arched her neck. He latched onto her throat, to the pulse beating wildly and suckled. He was going to mark her in every way he knew how. Mou
th, hands, cock, body, and ink. She would know he’d been all over her body. She would think of him every time she moved for the immediate future.
She gasped a cry and gasped his name. Her cunt fluttered around him and
pulled him under. He whispered her name against her neck.
When the spasms subsided and their eyes met again, she was grinning. She looked lighter, more beautiful, happier than he could remember seeing her on any day since she
’d been home. He’d given her this.
But the grin concerned him. “
What?”
“
Joe’s going to be pissed we fucked on his desk.”
Brax laughed and buried his face in her hair. Yes, Joe was going to be pissed.
* * * * *
Annie swallowed water from the bottle Brax had handed her a while ago. It tasted so good going down.
“I can’t believe we’re on the floor on a pallet made of towels and blankets in a tattoo shop in the middle of the night.”
“
Hey. I offered to take you back to my place.”
“
I didn’t want to go anywhere.” It was true. She didn’t want to venture out into the world, afraid the spell they were under would be broken. Here, in
Love and Tattoos
, Brax was all hers. She didn’t have to share him with whatever responsibilities he had waiting for him at home or the latest television show he had saved on his DVR. She had him all to herself for the time being and she wasn’t willing to give him up.
“
Then why are you complaining?”
“
I’m not. It was just a statement.”
“
Uh huh.” He sounded skeptical and if she knew him at all, he would start asking questions soon.
“
You have new tattoos,” she remarked. Over the months she’d been home, she taken note of all the different ink he’d added in her absence. For the casual person, meeting him once or twice, there wouldn’t be a distinction between current tattoos and new ones, but for someone who’d known him for years, who’d seen him in his various stages of tattoos, Annie knew.