Pretty In Ink (10 page)

STEVIE

I had spent a lifetime allowing my mouth, attitude, and outgoing personality to get me into some serious trouble. Until I met Wilson, however, being in trouble had never been any fun.

“Are you ever going to do something ridiculous like that ever again?” he breathed into my ear as he thrust his cock deep inside of me. 

The force lifted me from my feet. Now hovering an inch off of the floor with his hips against my bare ass and his throbbing shaft tickling my g-spot, I fought to catch my breath and respond properly.

“Maybe,” I grunted.

He clenched my hair in his fist and pulled it tight. His forearm dug into my back causing my head to turn to the side until he came into my vision. Standing behind me completely naked, his bare chest was flexed wide and his hair hung down in his face. I felt the pressure increase on the back of my head as he clenched his jaw and pressed his chin into the side of my neck. I closed my eyes allowed my mind to wander through thoughts of what he was going to do to me.

His warm breath against my ear was driving me insane. “Are you sure?” he growled.

I opened my eyes and gazed out the window of his office. Being fucked on the twentieth floor of his office against the glass wasn’t punishment, it was a dream come true. If this was what he intended to do to me to teach me a lesson, I’d piss him off every night.

“Fuck yes…I’m sure,” I grunted. “I’ll do…something...dumb…again.”

He released my hair and pressed his hand against the back of my head. The glass was cold against my cheek, but fighting him was an impossible task. He was far too strong. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and he was fucking me the way I needed to be fucked.

Each thrust of his hips lifted me from the floor slightly and caused my bare chest to slam into the cold glass. My nipples pressing against the window was a turn-on in itself, and not something I had experienced in the past, but was quite sensual. I realized as I stared down at the city that being fucked while looking at the people and traffic of the downtown district was going to bring me to climax much quicker than normal. In my mind they were all looking up watching Wilson teach me a lesson.

He pressed his hips against my ass and held me up, suspended slightly from the floor. I opened my mouth and stretched my jaw wide at the feeling of his cock being thrust so deep that it hurt.

“You like that big dick?” he growled.

“Mmhhmm,” I whimpered.

The pressure of my face being pressed against the glass relaxed as his hand moved from the back of my head. Within an instant, his hands found my boobs and he began squeezing and kneading aggressively. I moaned in pleasure as I arched my back and attempted to get the head of his thick cock to rub my g-spot again.

Oh fuck…

There…it…is…

As I began to grind my hips in a circular motion, the tip of his dick worked its magic against my g-spot. My entire body began to tingle as I felt the pressure build within me. At the same time, his breathing became choppy and labored.

Fuck yes. Come with me…

I arched my back and bucked my hips wildly as the tingling increased to a point that it was almost crippling. With my boobs still cupped in his strong hands, his fingers began to pinch my nipples, causing an entirely new sensation to begin, but one I wasn’t able to enjoy for very long.

“Wilson…” I moaned as I ground my ass against his hips.

I felt him begin to swell inside of me.

It was time.

As the pressure within me mounted, he dragged his teeth up along my neck until his lips were against my ear.

“I love you,” he breathed into my ear.

Incapable of responding, but totally in love with him as well, I burst into an orgasm, shaking from my toes to my fingertips. The pressure from his swollen cock increased as he reached climax. Simultaneously, he erupted within me. The sensation of his cum inside of me caused my legs to go weak and buckle beneath me.

As I rested my ass against his upper thighs and attempted to regain my senses, he turned my head to the side and kissed me fully and passionately on the lips.

Kissing was something I enjoyed greatly, but rarely seemed to do. As our tongues intertwined and we moaned in pleasure, the orgasm slowly decreased, and eventually faded into a dull tingle.

I sighed in relief as he lifted me from my feet and tossed me over his shoulder. With his hand cupped against my butt, he turned around, took two steps, and cleared his massive desk of everything on it with one swipe of his arm. The phone, all the papers, his computer monitor, and every office accessory crashed to the floor. He leaned forward, lifted me from his shoulders, and cradled me onto the desk.

I raised my head from the desk and rested my chin in my hand as I admired him. His torso was rippled with muscles and flared into a wide “V” shape as it formed into his massive chest. Free of hair, the definition of each and every well-defined muscle was apparent. My eyes slowly shifted upward until they met his gaze. His hair was a mess, and he was completely naked except for his socks. Satisfied he was everything I needed, wanted, and now deserved; I curled into a tight little ball and grinned.

“I fucking love you,” I said.

He brushed his hair back and smiled. “I love you, too.”

“What’s up with the socks?” I asked as I tilted my head toward his feet.

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Guess I didn’t want to waste the time.”

“Nice touch,” I said.

He stepped to the edge of the desk and sat down. After twisting his upper body to face me, he gazed down at me and studied me for a long moment.

“You want to know something?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said as I resituated my chin into the palm of my hand.

“As a little kid, on my birthdays, when I blew out my candles…” he paused and shook his head lightly as if recalling the memories.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well,” he said as he shifted his eyes to meet mine. “I never wished for any material things. It was never a Nintendo game or a bicycle or any other material object that I wished for.”

He eyes fell to the floor and stared blankly. “Every year I’d wish for the same thing. I’d wish for a friend. Year after year I wished for a friend to come, but I never got one.”

As my heart felt like it was breaking into a million little pieces for the pain he must have gone through as a child, he continued.

“Until now. You’re my best friend and you’re my lover. Thank you for sharing your life with me,” he said.

I opened my mouth, knowing if I actually spoke, I’d begin to cry. I mouthed the words “I love you” as my eyes welled with tears.

Wilson must have felt the exact same way. He bit into his bottom lip, nodded his head a few times as his eyes shifted along my naked body, and eventually he fixed his eyes on my face.

“I love you,” he said silently in return.

There are many men on this earth that have the ability to satisfy each and every one of us, but there is only one man who is a perfect fit. He’s the man who snaps into place and fills every awkward little void in our inner being.

And my perfect fit was sitting at my side.

WILSON

My life had gone from what I perceived as a disastrous mess to absolute perfection in a matter of a month and a half. Even as perfect as it seemed to become, Stevie continued to offer me small pieces of herself each and every day, further proving that she was not only the woman I hoped to spend a lifetime with, but someone who was truly gifted at extracting everything the world around her offered.

“So how’s that little cocksucker work, anyway?” she said as she studied the module.

“It’s wireless,” I said.

“No shit, Sherlock. But how’s the little fucker work? Bluetooth?” she asked.

I leaned forward and shook my head. “No, it works off of the internet. It’s a program that’s on my phone. My phone has the application on it, and the application has virtually every available internet music option in it. You pick an app, log in to it, and press “play”. It extracts the music from the wireless internet.”

My bedroom was no different than the rest of the house. Each and every room had wireless speakers in it, hidden in various locations. All were part of the system, which received a signal from the module in my bedroom. I was able to control each and every speaker individually, or allow them all to play at the same time, all from my phone.

“So I can use your phone, log in to my Pandora or whatever, and play
my
music?” she asked.

“Sure,” I responded.

“Can I see your phone?” she asked.

“You sure may,” I said as I grabbed my phone from the night stand.

As I handed her my phone, she chuckled and leaned into the headboard.

“You know this is a first. A dude letting me see his phone,” she said.

“Why wouldn’t I let you see my phone?” I asked.

“Most guys have all kinds of shit to hide. Text messages to other chicks, emails, dating apps, pics of naked bitches, you name it. You? I’m not worried about you,” she said.

“I have nothing to hide from you,” I said.

“Sonos. That’s the app, right?” she asked.

I nodded my head. “That’s it.”

After a few seconds of poking her finger against the screen, she began to grin. The grin eventually curled into a full smile, thinning her full lips and showing the tips of her white teeth.

“Okay, I’m going to get a song ready, and hand you the phone. Play it when I tell you too, okay?” she said.

“Alright,” I agreed.

As an unfamiliar song began to play, she immediately pressed “pause” and handed me my phone. After crawling out from under the covers and prancing to the end of the bed, she placed her hands to her hips and grinned.

For the last two weeks, we had slept together every night in my house. To make her as comfortable as possible, I had purchased her some pajamas. Although she refused to wear the tops I purchased, she seemed to enjoy wearing the pajama pants, and wore a tight-fitting ribbed tank for the top. Standing at the foot of the bed in her loose fitting pants and the tight top with no bra, she looked remarkably fit and nothing short of gorgeous. With her purple hair draping down past her shoulders she gave her instructions.

“Press play,” she said as she closed her eyes.

I glanced at the screen, pressed “play” and shifted my eyes toward her.

As the song started playing, she slowly began to move to the music. Almost magically, as if her entire body was a mechanical object somehow attached to the sound of the music, she moved across the floor. Dancing alone, but as if she had someone at her side, she continued to move her every muscle in perfect timing with the rhythm of the song.

I quickly shifted my eyes from her to the phone and back.

The Staple Singers
, “I’ll Take You There” was the name of the song. Although I had never heard it before, it was apparent it was from a different era of music. Completely captivated by her ability to dance, and enthralled by her choice of movements, I sat silently and admired her until the song was finished.

I dropped the phone in my lap and began to clap my hands.

“Press “play” again,” she said.

I eagerly picked up the phone and stared down at the screen. KC and the Sunshine Band’s “Boogie Shoes” was next on the playlist. I pressed “play”, dropped the phone in my lap, and waited.

As the funky beat started, she began to writhe to the music. Her dance slightly more sensual, and quite seductive in nature, it was all I could do to watch her without having my mind fade to thoughts of sex. After half of the short song had played, my mind was completely in the gutter, and I began to struggle with sitting still. As the song ended, she pointed her index finger at me.

“Yes?” I said as I sat up straight.

She curled her finger into the palm of her hand. “Press “play” and come here.”

I picked up my phone, glanced at name of the song, and tossed my legs over the side of the bed. After walking past the foot of the bed and almost to her side, I pressed “play” and tossed the phone onto the comforter.

As Rose Royce’s “I Wanna Get Next To You” began to play, I wrapped my arm around her, held her free hand in mine, and slowly danced across the floor of my bedroom for the first time.

But I was absolutely certain it would not be the last.

With her chest pressed to mine and her head resting on my shoulder, I lowered my chin and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Her hair was one of her stand out features, and smelling the unique products she used brought a flood of fond memories. As the song ended, I leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. As our mouths parted, I leaned back and shook my head from side to side.

“Where in the world did you learn to dance like that?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Countless hours of practice. Watching videos. More practice.”

“And the choice of music? Wow,” I said.

“I hate all the shit they play today. I like 1970’s funk, Motown classics, and dance grooves. I’ve been dancing around my house alone since I was a little girl to the same songs, over and over,” she said.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said as she turned her head to the side and rested her face against my chest. “I want you to be proud of me. I’ve never felt this way.”

I pushed against her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. “I am so very proud of you.”

“I have a shitty job, make shitty money, and live in a shitty little house,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

“You change people’s lives with your artistic talent, in a manner that is unique and different than a typical artist. Your talent is remarkable. I’ve seen your tattoos, I’ve watched you paint with watercolors, and I’ve seen your sketches. You’re an extremely talented artist. I now know that you’re also a remarkable dancer. Stevie, you’re an amazing woman, and every day I’m proud to call you my…” I paused, slightly confused on what to say.

“My girlfriend,” I said.

“Thank you. But I don’t make any money doing it. Not that much, anyway,” she said.

“And we’re fortunate, I guess, that you don’t need to,” I said.

“I want to contribute,” she said.

“You do contribute,” I said as I stepped away from her.

I pointed at her and then pointed my finger at myself. “This? You and me? You’re half of this. We’re perfect for each other. Together we make one hell of a team, and without you, I’m nothing.”

“Nothing? Seriously?” she said sarcastically as she gazed around the room. “Look around you.”

“I’m thirty years old. Thirty. And, just so you know, I’m worth a several hundred million dollars already. I don’t really even know the exact amount to be honest. And, even so, I was ready to end it all before I met you. Why? Because even with all of that money, and all of this,” I paused and outstretched my arms.

“I was lonely and sad,” I continued. “You’re worried about what you contribute? You contributed what I was incapable of buying. You contribute life, joy, happiness, promise of a future, and most of all, something I have never really known. Love. You contribute love. And that, my dear, is priceless.”

Her mouth curled into a smile. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” I said. “And I’m so very proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile.

“Now,” I said as I turned toward the bed.

I picked up my phone, glanced at the screen, and grinned. The next scheduled song on her playlist was one that I had heard before, and I was quite excited to see her dance to it. Excitedly, I pressed the “play” button and turned to face her.

“Dance for me,” I said. “And make me proud.”

As the sound of fingers snapping began, she dropped her head and stared down at the floor. At the instant the lyrics to a modern spin of the old classic “Lady Marmalade” began, she started to strut across the floor, slowly working her way toward me.

As I reached out to touch her, she quickly spun around, causing the tips of her purple hair to lightly flick against my face.  

She continued to dance, and I wondered how many times she had danced to the song at home in front of a mirror. It was apparent each and every move was rehearsed, as they appeared to be professionally choreographed. I stood silently and proudly; attempting, at least for the time being, to hide my smile and enjoy the show. I was so shocked by her athletic ability and her fluid movements I had to continuously remind myself to breathe. 

And she danced, in her pajamas, from the beginning of the song until the unwanted ending unlike any woman I had ever seen dance.

And I stood before her the proudest man in the world.