She lets go of the seat. Half-moon marks from her nails are embedded in the black leather. She shakily grips the hollow behind her knees and opens her legs, positioning them back until the front of her thighs touch her chest.
Gorgeous pink lips flare open, and everything in me focuses on the moist lips, that shadowed crevice that I want to devour. My mouth is on her seconds later, slurping my tongue inside, gorging myself on her taste. Lifting my head, I lick my lips and go back to teasing her with the tattoo gun, not letting up.
She mewls, crying out my name. I almost purr at her pleas. I tap her pussy with the end of the machine, loving how the buzzing sounds mingle with the wet noises coming from between her legs. “Fucking brat. Walking in here to test me, wearing your short slutty skirt. Teasing me. Tempting me with this wet pussy.”
Emerald eyes hold mine. “What about you?” She pants, her pink lips shiny with saliva. “You come into my gallery. Wearing your slutty, tight T-shirts, and tight jeans. What about the way you touch me and walk away. If I’m a tease then so are you.”
She’s right and I grit my teeth. I was teasing her, tempting her, wanting to push her. I lift the gun and slap at her pussy. She screams my name, rearing up, eyes wide, face flushed, before she flops back on the seat, moaning. Her face is a sweaty mess, her hair sticking to her damp neck. I want to taste it, taste the reaction her body is having to my actions. I want her covered in sweat because of me. I do it again, delivering another stinging slap right over her clit. Her clit is becoming redder, moreinflamed, and I groan before placing the vibrating handle back over the distended tissue. She curses and flails on the seat.
“You like my punishment?”I croon, leaning forward to lick her. Scorching heat meets my tongue, and I suck gently, wanting to soothe her, to add pleasure to her pain.
“Please.” Camryn’s request feeds the darkness in me. My fingers itch to turn the tattoo gun around. To put the needle to her clit. Tattoomineright over the bead of sensitive flesh. Her pain would be unimaginable. She’s scream, cry out for me to stop and I wouldn’t. I know about the pain. My cock too over a year to heal from my piercings and tattoos. She would take months to heal, but the sick, depraved part of me wouldn’t mind helping her. Soothing her pain each day with my tongue. I say my thoughts aloud, letting my sick twisted thoughts fly free.
“I should mark your pussy with my name. Right on your clit,” I reply, watching her inner pink lips flush and get even darker. “Tie your ass to my chair, fuck you with my dick while I mark you with my gun.” I inhale her scent. The earthy scent combines with something sweeter, more floral. Her pussy and honeysuckle. I push my fingers back inside her, not waiting for her response to my urges.
She begs again. “I need to come, Stone.”
I put the end of the gun back, pressing on her clit harder than before. She lifts her hips in time with my hand, chasing the pleasure. The seat is getting wetter. My cock gets harder.
“You’ll come when I want you to.” I bend and nip her inner thigh, sinking my teeth into her skin before sucking vigorously, drawing the blood from the broken vessels beneath her skin to the surface. The pinch makes her jump, and she moans, leaning up on her elbows to look up at me, even as she rocks her pussy on my fingers.
She grabs my short hair. The strands are not enough to thread her fingers through. Instead, her nails dig into my scalp.Painful little injuries that fuel the arousal battering at me. Her nails move over my skull, trying to push my mouth deeper inside her. Her movements are unrestrained, manic in their desperation. I growl deeply, loving the moment two of her nails dig into my neck. They score my skin, and I can’t fucking wait to see the long pink lines. I hope she breaks the skin. I hope they bleed.
I bite her again and suck, knowing it will leave a mark. I want it to be dark. The darkest bruise I can make. I want it to take weeks to heal. Weeks of her seeing the contusion I gave her when she opens her legs. I lift my head, staring at the destruction I left behind. “My tattoo is already on you permanently. But this one?” I lick the rapidly forming bruise slowly, covering it with more of my saliva. “This one is for me.”
Chapter 35
Stone doesn’t rush, working the vibrator, pausing every so often to lean forward and lick at me. I can’t believe what’s happening, inconceivable that his mouth is on my bare pussy. He’s everywhere. His fingers. His tongue. Each one explores me in the most delicious ways.
His groans are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The hungry way he’s playing. The way he’s pressing on my tummy with one hand and positioning my leg with the other. His forearm is covered in tattoos, the veins and muscles bunching as he grips me, holding me down. He watches me, his eyes trained on me while I bite my lip and try not to call his name. I shouldn’t be letting him do this, not after his bullshit, but my mind and body do not believe in teamwork right now. My hips are lifting into his mouth, wanting this tongue deeper. The curl of his fingers makes me gasp, and I cry out, unable to stop myself. It feels too good. Pleasure coils like a spring ready to explode. I claw at his wrist, pleading. “Too much.”
If anything, he holds me down harder, flicking my clit back and forth while his fingers work their magic. Arching my back, I hold onto the back of his chair, the armrest, anything to giveme purchase against the onslaught of feelings barreling through me. The pure euphoria. My orgasm hits, and I can’t think. I call his name and beg him to keep going, my hands find their way into his short hair, holding him tightly. I plead with him to keep doing what he’s doing. “Yes. Please don’t stop.” I never want it to end.
Collapsing in the seat, the pleasure ebbs slowly. I descend and blink at the harsh lights in the room. Stone’s tongue is still stroking me softly, but now his eyes are closed, and he looks like he’s in heaven until he’s not. His face raises, whipping it around, staring at the closed door. My consciousness sharpens, and I realize there’s noise at the door. It feels far away, but then I hear Stone’s name being called. The rapid raps on the door make their way past my fog. Someone is knocking on the door.
“Jace is outside looking for his sister,” a deep voice vibrates through the door.
Stone grips my thighs so hard I know there will be a bruise. He detangles my fingers from his head and pulls away. When he stands, his cock is tented under his pants. His mouth, cheeks, and chin are wet. His hair disheveled from my fingers. I sit up, disoriented, my orgasm still pumping through me. I look down at the clear patch over my new tattoo. My panties are hanging off my leg, cut to shreds.
He grabs a paper towel, cursing as he steps back from me. He wipes his face and tosses the used towel in the garbage. His face fills with disgust, and the pleasure I just basked in quickly evaporates. I come to my senses and close my legs.
“Get up.” He tosses me my skirt. I feel so disoriented, I don’t catch it, and it falls to the floor. He walks out, slamming the door, and I jump. The lightning-fast switch-up has my head spinning.
Angrily, I slide off the table, swaying. I step out of my cut panties and pull up my skirt, embarrassed and angry withmyself. When will I learn? What did I expect? That he would drop to his knees and confess his undying love. Walk out with my hand in his and tell my brother that I was his? Stupid. He offered me an orgasm, and I greedily took him up on his offer. I shouldn’t be mad.
I walk out of his back room, thankful that I don’t see anyone. I don’t think I could face Onyx. He must know what we were doing, and I’m sure my face is beet red. I wasn’t exactly quiet.
Walking to the back door, I step out to see Stone leaning against the brick wall, smoking a cigarette. My brother is thankfully not with him.
I fidget awkwardly until I remember my promise to myself not to let him make me feel bad. Stone looks at me before he pulls on the cigarette deeply. He blows the smoke to the sky and stares at me. “Where’s Jace?”
“He left.”
“Did he say anything?”
“You mean did he know I was eating his precious baby sister’s pussy a few minutes before he showed up?” I’m too shocked to respond before he continues. “No. He doesn’t know.” He stubs the cigarette out beneath his black army boot. “You got what you wanted.”
“And what was that?” I bark, hating him all over again. He’s so rude and cruel.
