Beautiful ink, p.7
Beautiful Ink, page 7
I grab his hand near my waist, bringing it between my legs, and press against my pussy, cupping it with both of our hands and pressing hard. “Make me feel again.”
Just as the words leave my mouth, my body is flipped around and I’m lifted off of my feet as Slade encases me in his tight embrace. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck and I bury my face deep into his skin, inhaling his scent, as he carries me down the hallway. My nerves begin to fire off when he pushes open my bedroom door and I’m hit with the undeniable reality that I’m in Slade Harrison’s arms, the only fucking place I’ve ever wanted to be but have been denying all along. I inhale a sharp, quick breath when he releases me, letting my back fall against the mattress.
I’m a mess and Slade is fuck hot, and the only thing running through my mind is how bad I want him naked in front of me.
It’s as if time stops around us and all that the both of us can do is visually drink each other in, going over every inch of the other’s body. Slade has always been like a potent, addictive drug to me, the kind that slithers slowly throughout your veins or causes the sharp, piercing burn in your lungs. The kind that you would do just about anything for one more taste, one more hit, and right now all I can wrap my head around is needing to consume that drug until it knocks me right on my ass.
Leaning his thighs against the edge of my bed, Slade brings his palm up and runs it through his hair, his eyes slowly moving over my body. I can feel my skin light up with a delicious little tingle, and without thinking I bring my bare foot up to the waist of his jeans and let my toes play at the hem of his t-shirt, exposing a fraction of his belly. When I get a glimpse of his happy trail, I instantly become ravenous.
Slade catches my ankle and places my foot at his waist, pressing it firmly against his belly to let me know that that’s where he wants it. I instinctively run my tongue across my bottom lip when he fingers the hem of his shirt and pulls it up his chest, bringing it over his head and tosses it on the floor. All of my senses go into overdrive when I take in the sight of him. His chest is bare with only a light dusting of hair across his skin. A slow burn develops between my legs, and all I want to do is pull him down onto me but I know without a doubt he has other things in mind.
My skin prickles with anticipation when Slade drops to his knees, grabbing me underneath my thighs and pulls my pussy just inches from his face. With my legs bent at the knees, Slade spreads them wide, effectively opening me up to him, exposing me for his eyes only. When he looks up at me, his expression raw, needy as he lowers his mouth onto my skin, and just like that every part of me comes undone.
“I’ve missed your taste,” he says, and I can’t help but notice the way his jaw shifts beneath his beard with each word he speaks. “Fucking amazing.”
He wouldn’t have had to miss it if he hadn’t left. I push down the tinge of irritation and bring myself back to the now, to the fact that all I want is this. Right here, right now.
I need to feel everything.
The need to have him closer to my skin overwhelms me. I grip onto the back of his head, winding my fingers through his hair, and pulling his face against my inner thigh just inches away from where I want him the most.
“Goddamn, Low, you are so fucking sexy, baby,” Slade breathes out against my skin, allowing his tongue to slither across my thigh. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything.” My back arches when he lowers his mouth back down to my pussy and gently slides the tip of his tongue up my slit. “Right there.”
“Like this, baby?” He teases, pulling his face back and runs the pad of his thumb up the front of my pussy before slowly pushing it through my slit, gently hovering it over my clit, sending me into a fucking frenzy. “Mmm hmm. Thought so. But I’ve got something better, baby.”
I don’t have time to blink or think when Slade decides to abruptly pull his body back away from me only to grip the underside of my legs near my ass. His breathing is heavy and when I look up at him, I notice a glisten across his mouth. Seeing it sends goose bumps across my skin. I suck in a breath when he slowly pushes my legs back toward my head, causing my back to roll and my ass to lift in the air. I know what’s coming as this was one of his favorite things to do to me. My nipples pebble in anticipation and a tightening develops between my legs and I can’t wait any longer.
With half my body suspended in the air, only held up by Slade’s hands, I whimper at the loss of his mouth on me. I want him so badly that it’s nearly painful thinking about it.
“Tell me what you want, Low.”
“Put your mouth on me, Slade,” I reply in a soft voice.
“Not good enough.”
My eyes nearly roll back in the back of my head when he presses his thumb against my clit.
“Please put your mouth on me.”
“Again, not good enough.” He presses hard and then begins to roll my clit between his thumb and index finger, sending me to the brink of orgasm. “Say it, Harlow. Tell me what you want.”
Bastard…
I pull in a ragged breath and decide to give him what he wants.
Dirty.
Rough.
Filthy.
“Eat my pussy, Slade.” I bite my bottom lip and lay it out there, exactly what I want from him. “Put your fucking mouth on me.”
My hands automatically clutch at the sheets on either side of me when he descends down on me, covering my pussy with his mouth. Reflexively my body reacts and I try to ignore the urge to squirm under his touch. My body moves and as I try to scoot my ass away his large, firm hands grip both of my hips and he lifts me further up into his face. With my eyes screwed shut, I try to find the release I’ve denied myself for the past year. That soul crushing, white-hot orgasm that claws its way up from the depths of your core, shattering all around you.
“Open your eyes, Harlow,” he says in that ragged voice, sending my senses into overdrive. “I want you to watch me while I lick your sweet pussy until you come in my mouth.”
My body ignites with anticipation and Slade’s mouth is on me once again. One, two, three, his tongue slowly slides up and down my slit, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s dirty, filthy and all too consuming. My head spins and my body yearns for more. I need him to take all of me. I need him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I say the words, hardly recognizing my own voice. “Make me come.”
My demands spur him on and his tongue begins to flick rapidly against my needy, sensitive flesh. My breath catches when he inserts two fingers inside of me, pressing them as deep as they can go, hitting right where I need them the most. Over and over again Slade slams his fingers into me as my body starts to tingle, the feeling working its way up my body. His tongue makes a few more passes against my clit and I instantly feel that familiar coiling in the pit of my belly wind tighter and tighter. I’m so close to that elusive orgasm I can taste it.
“Not yet.” Slade’s actions stop as he lowers my shaking legs down onto the mattress. “Soon, baby. Real goddamn soon.”
I’m going to kill him…
My silent threat goes unheard and all thoughts fly out the window when my body is flipped over. I make an attempt to get a hold of myself. I try to keep my knees from buckling beneath me and my hands steady as I grip the sheets but it’s no use. He’s got me right where he wants me, beneath him, a shivering hot mess.
Slade places his hand on the small of my back and presses down until my nipples gently graze the mattress. That one simple action causes my pussy to involuntarily flex with a blazing, searing need. With my elbows resting on the mattress, he grips my hips and lifts my ass a little higher so that, from the waist up, I’m nearly flat against the bed with my ass in the air. My knuckles turn white as I grip and twist the sheets when, without warning, his mouth is on me again. Gripping my hips tighter and pressing my backside even closer against his face, Slade begins to tongue fuck me until I collapse on top of the bed. Not one, not two, but three fingers slam into my needy flesh as his other hand connects with one of my ass cheeks. My body buzzes with excitement knowing that my impending release is building, and all I want to do is come undone in the most delicious of ways.
“That’s my girl,” he says as his mouth releases me. “Tell me what you want, Low. Say it and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”
I can’t stand it anymore. The anticipation of finally having an orgasm, a legit, mind-blowing orgasm, is killing me in the worst way.
“Make me come, Slade. Fuck me until I come.”
My senses are on high alert, and the tear of a condom wrapper is loud behind me, almost deafening. It only takes Slade a matter of seconds to slip the rubber over his shaft before I feel him run three fingers along my pussy and then grip his cock. Filthy fucker…
Wrapped up and so consumed by the feeling of his cock sliding between my pussy lips and him circling the head slowly around my opening causes a sudden urgency to slam my backside into him. I fail when his hand connects with my ass cheek.
“Patience, baby. Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t move but right now I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Stop fucking with me, Slade.” I cannot deal with this shit and he knows it. He’s messing with me. Asshole. I bow my head against the pillow and scrunch my eyes closed before verbally assaulting him with an empty threat. “I will get up off this bed and walk out of this room. I’ll do it too. I…”
“Aww, you what? From my point of view, it looks like you’re in a fucking position that might be a bit tricky to get out of especially with this up inside you.” I whimper when Slade presses a few thick inches of his cock inside of me and then slides his fingertips up my slit until he reaches my clit. Slow, agonizing, lazy circles around my throbbing, hard clit sends shivers across my skin. I can feel myself winding, twisting, so ready and wanting to come I can taste the release. I try to keep my concentration on the multitude of feelings and nearly combust when Slade slams every inch of his cock deep inside of me, all the way to the hilt. Over and over again he pounds into my flesh while his fingers steadily work on my clit. Then just like I should’ve known he would do, Slade lowers his head until his mouth reaches my shoulder blade and with a move that has always sent me over the proverbial cliff, he sinks his teeth into my skin. The moan that escapes me is nothing short of a growl but it isn’t that action that sends me over the edge, it’s the words that follow as he continues to fuck me until I come. “I’ll love you forever, Low. I’m so fucking sorry. I’d die before I’d leave you again. Please forgive me, baby.”
A tingling travels up from my toes, across my legs, swirling itself throughout the pit of my belly. That familiar coiling winds tighter deep inside my core and, with one last thrust and a press of his thumb against my clit, my body explodes with a searing, hot orgasm that sends me free falling, causing me to cry out in the sweetest of releases.
Fuck.
Shit.
Amazing.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.” Slade's voice is a low growl as he continues to pump his cock into me. “Fuck, yeah, Low. Come on my cock.”
I know that he hasn’t come yet and I shouldn’t give a shit, really, but I have to see it. I have to see his face, that expression he always made when I’d bring him to the brink, and I want to see the curling of his toes when he comes.
When I feel Slade grip my hips tighter and start to pump faster, I reach back behind me and press against his belly, pulling myself away from him. He grips even tighter and tries to pull me back.
“No. Let me go.”
“What?” he asks with confusion clearly laced in his tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Let me go.” Slade releases me from his grasp and I quickly get up from all fours and turn around to face him. He’s gorgeous as fuck. There’s no denying it. I move my eyes down his naked torso and start to tear up when I see a familiar tattoo resting right over his heart, the one that says Harlow in beautiful script letters. I blink back the tears and take a calming breath, locking eyes with him before I crawl up into his lap and straddle him. “I’m going to fuck you, Slade, and I want you to look into my eyes until you come. I want you to see my face when you crumble and fall. I need you to feel everything I am about to give you because, when tomorrow comes, I want you to know what it’s like to miss something so desperately that you feel gutted. I want you to know what it’s like to feel completely empty.”
Even though his twisted expression speaks volumes, I don’t wait for him to respond. I lift my ass and reach down between my legs and wrap my palm around his erect cock. With our eyes locked onto one another, I slowly slide my pussy down onto his thick shaft, teasing the head of his cock for a moment, circling my hips and watch his mouth open and a slow lazy grin turns up the side of his mouth.
“Tease.”
“A little rusty,” I reply as my legs shake. “But don’t count me out just yet. It’s just like riding a bike, right?”
I snake my right hand around his neck and lace my fingers through his hair. I bite my bottom lip to keep from losing my shit before I can get him off the way I want to.
“Need some help?” he asks, lifting his pelvis up just a fraction. “All you have to do is stay right there. I’ll do the rest.”
I don’t think so, asshole…
“What do ya say, baby? Want me to take that sweet pussy for a ride?”
I lace my fingers through his hair, just at the nape of his neck, twisting and pulling until his head jerks back. I waste no time in running my tongue up the side of his neck right before I reach his ear and whisper, “Hold on tight.”
With those last words, I lower myself down onto his rigid cock until I am fully seated, continuing to clutch his hair.
“Damn, Harlow.” Slade brings his palms up to my breasts and begins to roll my nipples between his fingertips as my hips start to rock against him. I let go of his hair and place both my hands behind me and grip his thighs, “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck my cock.”
Slade’s words spur me on and my hips begin to rock with wild abandon. I feel him go deeper as I slam myself down onto him, needing him to hit that hidden gem that’s buried deep in my pussy. I know that my efforts don’t go unnoticed when I feel Slade’s cock twitch against my walls. He’s close. He’s nearing the edge. I want him to fall…hard. I want to cause every nerve ending in his body to explode, shatter into a million pieces. I want him to know that I did that to him. I want him to remember everything, especially when morning comes and he’s back to being alone.
“Damn, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” Slade says, moving his hands from my breasts and placing them on my hips, helping guide my pussy as I continue to rock against him. “Fuck, yeah.”
Knowing that my own orgasm is playing near the edge, I move my hands from Slade’s thighs and slide them up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our faces are inches apart. I can feel his hot, minty, liquor laced breath tickle my face. I breathe him in. The mixture is intoxicating as I bring my lips to meet his, and the kiss we share is nothing short of soul shattering as he bites down on my bottom lip. My legs begin to shake on either side of him and that tight coiling in my core starts to wind all over again when I feel him twitch inside me. Releasing my lip from between his teeth, Slade’s eyes are penetrating, causing my breathing to become ragged when he slides his palm up my side until he reaches my cheek.
“I love you.”
With Slade still seated deep inside me, I close my eyes and will the tears back that threaten to spill at his confession. As I keep my eyes closed I feel his hand move from my cheek to the nape of my neck, gripping me with just enough pressure that I realize I’m in trouble, a whole lot of trouble.
“Open your eyes, Harlow.”
Reluctantly, I do as he requests and I almost regret it. With one last searing look and a soft kiss placed on my lips, Slade’s grip on the back of my neck and the hold he has on my hip become like two vices, latched and locked when he begins to fuck me as I straddle him.
“Oh fuck!”
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, placing another kiss on my lips. “Come all over my cock.”
“Oh, oh, yes right there!”
“Right here?” Slade asks, thrusting up into me in rapid succession.
My body loses the fight, shaking uncontrollably, as I come down hard around his flesh. My orgasm rips through me with unwavering force, pushing and pulling at my fucking senses until I’m a broken mess in Slade’s lap. My skin begins to prickle with goose bumps when Slade’s body tenses up and his own release rips through him as he continues to pound my flesh.
As I begin to come down from my proverbial high and try to regain some form of control over my body, I gently place my hands against Slade’s chest, lifting myself up off his lap, when his hands lock into place.
“Let me up, please,” I say, wanting to separate myself from him before the situation gets weird and our agreement goes out the window. “I need to use the restroom.”
Lies…
Slade’s eyes are locked on to mine. He searches my face for answers. I have only one.
“Is this you telling me that you want me to go?” I lower my eyes to his chest as he releases his grip, allowing me ample opportunity to get up from his lap and move away from the now awkwardness that is this entire situation. Moving off the bed, I grab my black silk robe from behind my bedroom door, slip it on and wait. I chance a look at Slade and watch his eyes lower and his jaw shifts from underneath his beard. “You were serious when you told me that it was only for tonight, weren’t you?”
I cross my arms in front of me and try not to let the guilt riddle me.
Nodding his head when I don’t reply, Slade gets up in all his sweaty, naked glory. Even though we’d just fucked each other into oblivion, I try not to stare. It’s impossible. I can’t help it and at the same time I feel guilty as hell. I’m kicking him out of my house, but I still give his amazing rock hard body a quick once over and I immediately regret it. As if my body has a built in Slade radar, I feel that all too familiar tingling start between my legs. I take a deep breath when he brings his hand up to his head and slowly rakes his fingers through his messed up hair. I hug my arms around myself as he slips his clothes on, jamming his feet into his boots without even bothering to lace them up. He stalks his way over to me until he’s only inches from my face and I can feel his breath linger across my nose. He smells like mint, booze, and pussy.
