Dark Ink Tattoo: Episode 4 Page 3

  Chapter 3

  “Is he gonna think you died?”

  “And gone to heaven.” I’d woken up before her and Thea’d caught me looking at an inquiring text from Bruce on my phone. It was nearly 3 PM, I was starving, and the things we’d done until the early AM – the smell of sex still hung in the air.

  “Don’t go,” Thea said, rocking up onto her arms beside me.

  “All right.” I saw enough of Bruce at work and he was a man, he’d understand. I still had another day off here – did she? “What were your plans?”

  “I don’t have any. Other than you.”

  “You don’t have to work?”

  “Not till midnight. I might need a nap between now and then, but…” one of her hands crept under the sheets to encircle my cock.

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re insatiable?”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  I grinned, even as she was making me hard -- teenaged Jack would be so proud. “I’m out of condoms. So unless you’ve got some, we’ll have to face daylight.”

  She laughed. “I’m a stripper. Strippers burn in the sun, it’s why we use tanning beds.” She crawled over me suggestively to open up a nightstand drawer full of…things. Things with tassels, things with straps, things that looked like rubber swords, and nubbly things -- I leaned over to gawk.

  “What are all of those?”

  “Gifts from admirers. You would be surprised at the gifts I get. And also sex toys.” Thea gave me a devilish look. “You’ve never played with anything before?”

  “I mean I know what a vibrator is and I’ve seen raunchy porn, but –“

  “You’ve never seen so many in one space before,” she said, gesturing grandly at the drawer, before digging around in it again, pulling one Trojan up in its shining package and moving to all fours. “I think this is our last condom, so we’d better make it count.” She batted her eyelashes, the very picture of innocence as she offered the condom over. “What do you want to do with it, Jack?”

  It occurred to me then that there was no way I could’ve possibly explained this exquisite moment to younger-me, to give him hope and something to look forward to. No time capsule, no letter from the future, not even a personal visit would’ve made him – me -- believe.

  And yet here I was.

  “I don’t know –“ I said – because I didn’t care. Anything, any way I could get inside her, and make her feel good, make me feel good, was golden.

  “Oh, come on Jack – you know.”

  “Dealer’s choice,” I said, pushing the condom back. She thoughtfully tapped it against her lips.

  “Hmmm. It’s been awhile, but – “ she darted back down and pulled up a toy, a small buzzy thing, then knelt nearby. “When we were younger…you had to’ve thought about me, right?”

  “Uh huh.” There was no point in lying.

  “Did you ever jerk off while thinking about me?”

  “Of course. Just like every other red blooded male in the class of 2007.”

  She leaned forward and pulled the sheet back. “Did you ever think that someday I’d be jerking you off?” she said, leaning over to stroke my cock.

  “No,” I said, with absolute honesty. The second her hand touched my flesh – I wanted to shudder with excitement. She kept stroking as she lowered herself down bodily, crouching beside me.

  “Did you ever think that someday I’d be sucking your cock?” she asked, staring up, as her lips parted to take me in.

  My cock had’to’ve been bathed in my cum, we’d fucked four times last night and hadn’t showered off – but she didn’t seem concerned, and the thought of her lapping up my cum made me even harder.

  “Definitely not.”

  “Hmmmm,” she agreed, swirling her tongue around my head before licking down my shaft to nuzzle at my balls.

  “Goddamn,” I whispered, and she made another amused sound.

  “Last question then – did you ever jerk off imagining yourself fucking me in the ass?”

  I startled from the reverie I was falling into. “Uh – no. Not really.” And that? Was a lie. But admitting that I had seemed uncouth.

  “Why not?” She faked being offended.

  “It’s, uh, not in my repertoire.”

  At that, her face lit up. “You’ve never?”

  I hadn’t. Imagined it? Yes. Done it? “No. It just…hasn’t come up.”

  “And you’ve never asked?”

  “It seemed better not to know what I was missing.”

  “Well, you’re wrong – and soon you won’t be missing it anymore.” She dove back into the drawer and pulled out a glove and lube, handing them over to me. “You can’t just jump on in there – not with me at least.”

  “Oh – okay?” I said, pulling a glove on my right hand. I was used to that at least, I wore gloves every day at work.

  “Get your fingers all warm and lube-y –“ she said, and then lay down beside me. I heard her toy turn on, and saw one of her hands dart down beneath her, presumably landing between her thighs.

  “And then?” I asked, doing what I was told, rubbing lube between my thumb and two forefingers.

  “Go slow,” she said, and angled her pert bottom up.

  I reached for her with my ungloved hand first, stroking down her back and up her thighs. This…was a change for me. And yet how could I not? Not when she was willing? I trailed my hand back up her leg and then grabbed hold of her left ass cheek, pulling it wide enough for me to see where she wanted me. I stroked a lubed and gloved finger down her crack carefully, then gently pushed in.

  She made a happy moan as I felt her ass take me. It felt just like fingers in a pussy, only the walls were tighter. I pushed deeper, and then started playing my finger in and out, back and forth.

  “Oh that’s good,” she whispered, rocking her ass up to take me, and then back down into her toy, I could hear the intermittent way its buzzing muffled on her skin. “More?” she asked, as I pulled my first finger almost out – and pushed a second one in to join it.

  “Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned.

  She was so, so tight. But I not only pulled in and out, I spun wider, testing the boundaries of this new place, feeling her asshole soften for me.

  “Yeah, Jack,” she said, with another appreciative moan. And when she felt wide enough, when I thought I could fit inside – I pulled my hand out, snapped the glove off, and pulled the last condom on.

  I was surprised when she rose up to all fours in front of me. “I want you to see it,” she said, twisting back as I slicked the condom with lube. “I want you to watch yourself go into me.”

  What I wanted to tell her but didn’t was that I’d been going into her ever since I’d first seen her last night, I’d gone into her so hard I might’ve lost track of myself and fallen in.

  “I don’t want to watch me, Thea” I said, lining myself up behind her. “I want to watch you,” I said, and pushed forward.

  She groaned at the same time I did – the sensation of her ass was unlike any I’d experienced before. I could feel the tight band of muscle there pressing against me, and waited for it to relax so I could push further. As it did, I did, my hands spreading her cheeks wide, feeling myself sliding into her, falling anew.

  “Oh Jack – just like that –“ she whispered softly. I moved forward bodily until I was right behind her, my cock settled deep.

  She made a whining sound and started to move, catching herself between her and her toy again, me watching her ride on and off of my cock, feeling how my cock spread her wide. Then I started to thrust, slowly at first, and she stopped for me to find my own rhythm, pulling myself almost out, then watching-feeling myself slide back in.

  “That’s so good,” she purred, darting her hand back to buzz her clit again.

  “Give me that,” I said, reaching under her to follow her hand, covering her with my body. She gave it over and I touched it to her, still buzzing. “Here?” I asked, missing on purpose.

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nbsp; She shook her head. “Nuh-uh.”

  “Here?”

  She laughed and shook her head again.

  “Here?” I said, winding it up through her folds against her clit.

  “Uh huh,” she agreed with another whine.

  I caught my other arm around her chest and leaned into her, forcing us to fall forward together, me still fucking her, my chest pressed against her back, covering her bodily against her bed.

  “I like you here, trapped,” I said, kissing her neck as her hips kept pulsing between my cock and where I held her toy. It was like I was taking her from the front and behind both at once. She reached a hand back to run through my hair and started to writhe beneath me, to give me more of her ass, and then grind against the vibrator, back and forth, back and forth.

  “I want to feel your ass come around me, Thea,” I said, catching her earlobe to suck. “I want you to fuck yourself with my cock until you can’t help but come,” I whispered. I wanted to do anything, everything, to feel her lose herself again around me.

  “Jack,” she said – and underneath her my hand found a breast and pinched its nipple and she gasped, as my lips found her neck again. “There’s so much – everything feels so good –“ Her free hand wound in the sheet beside me, as her other hand clenched in my hair.

  I utterly agreed with her, and hoped to hell she realized how good we were together. I knew I’d be dreaming about the past twenty-four hours for the rest of my life – I wanted to make sure she would, too.

  I pulled the toy away from her clit and she moaned. “Jack –“

  “If this is our last condom -- I don’t want you to come yet – I don’t want to stop fucking you,” I whispered as I stroked, because it was true.

  Her hand in my hair pulled and she twisted to look back at me. “Then don’t,” she whispered back.

  I held her tighter, my arms wrapped around her, one hand against the softness of her breast, the other holding the toy as my thrusts ground her against my knuckles. And I closed my eyes, feeling my cock sink into her, again and again, savoring the delicious tension as it pulled out, the perfect sensation as it pressed back in. How was some other man not here instead of me? How was I the man taking this beautiful woman in her glorious ass? I opened my eyes again and saw her still watching me, knowing that I was only barely still in control, and it was time.

  I opened my palm with the toy and planted it against her clit again.

  “I’m never going to stop fucking you,” I whispered in her ear, and realized it was true – even without her there, from here on out, I’d always be reliving the last night in my mind. I took her ass like I owned it, in strong steady strokes, and on each downbeat pressed her clit solidly into the toy in my hand, and I felt her body start to writhe.

  “Oh my God – Jack – this time – please – don’t stop – I can’t take it if you stop –“

  “Never,” I promised, taking her hard, grinding her into my hand with each thrust until she gasped like she’d been surprised.

  “Fuck -- yeah – Jack – oh – oh!” she shouted, curling into the mattress, into my hand. She bucked beneath me with the force of her orgasm, and I had to follow her. I sped my thrusts up, and she arched back to give me more of her ass and that was it, her offering her ass to me, because she wanted me to take it, she wanted all my load – just like I’d always dreamed --

  “Yes – Thea! – God --” I groaned, my whole body lurching forward with the force of my orgasm. My ass twitched spasmodically, thrusting my cock mindlessly, and I could feel my balls lifting and pumping as she drained them again.

  I collapsed on top of her, feeling her breathing raggedly beneath me, until I rolled over, my cock sliding out of her to drape against my thigh. “I have never, ever, had sex this good.”

  She laughed melodiously, rolling onto her side. “You should never tell a woman that.”

  “Why?” I asked in all innocence.

  “Because then she knows,” she said and gave me a mysterious smile before snuggling up against me. I didn’t press the matter, and not long after that we were asleep again.

  Chapter 4

  There was pizza, there were naps, there were movies, and there was snuggling, and anything else we could do short of needing condoms we did – she reached over and jacked me off because she could, and I loved the hot feel of her skin on mine, and the way my cum looked against her hand. And then I took one of those rubber sword-looking things out and fucked her while she played with herself, just to watch her come, to hear her voice rise and watch her body shake.

  But at ten PM Thea looked at the clock on her phone, every bit a Cinderella. “I’m sorry Jack, but –“

  “I know,” I said softly. I’d looked at my phone an hour ago, and had been feeling the minutes count down since.

  She rolled out of bed and stood. “This has been really amazing. But I’ve gotta shower and –“

  “I’ll call a cab.”

  “Good,” she said, and gave me an apologetic smile.

  For all the fucking we’d done, there was a distance between us now – almost the same as the distance between us in high school. She had her place, here, and I had mine, back in Texas. The past sixteen hours belonged to an alternate reality.

  “Like, really amazing,” she said, nodding, and then danced over to me to lean up and peck my cheek in a chaste kiss.

  “Agreed,” I said with a rueful smile, watching her walk through her bathroom door. She didn’t even bother to close it as she stepped into her shower. Between the steam and the door’s crinkled safety glass she probably couldn’t see me, but she knew that I was there.

  “It’s okay if you have to pee, just don’t flush –“ she shouted, from the other side of the shower.

  Her bathroom counter was laced with feminine things, perfumes and potions, a make-up kit like an arsenal, with just as many colors as I had at my tattoo station back home. I lifted a necklace out of a heart shaped bowl -- it was a fat emerald circled by diamonds.

  Somewhere there was an admirer who could give her that. How on earth could I compare? I watched her blurry body moving behind the door, rubbing and rinsing me away and -- I slid open the shower door and stepped in.

  “Jack!” she protested, as cold air swirled in with me. She was soaking wet, rivulets of water streaming down her face, her hair in wet blonde tassels – and she looked just like the girl I’d rescued from her shattered car. I put my hand out to touch her cheek and stroked my thumb across the small scar she had from the accident, right above her cheekbone. Without thinking, she leaned into it, like a cat.

  “Are you clean yet?” I asked her.

  Her eyes flashed up at me. “Not hardly.”

  “Then hand me the soap.”

  I rolled the soap between my hands until they were full of lather, and then soaped up every beautiful piece of her, washing all evidence of me away. She stood there and let me, like she knew I was trying to memorize her, because I was, then I commanded: “Turn around.”

  She did as she was told, quivering, waiting – as I knelt down behind her and spread her ass wide. I pressed my tongue against her asshole and felt her whole body shake, as she instantly went up on her toes to give me access.

  “Oh God, Jack –“ One of her hands darted up to grab the shower nozzle and bring it down, to run the water over her clit as I gently kissed her there, and then pushed my tongue inside.

  Within seconds, she was moaning, begging, one hand pressed against the shower wall, the other holding the nozzle as she bent over. “Please, please,” she danced for me, for her orgasm, in the spraying water as my tongue probed her. “Please –“

  I grabbed hold of her ass with both hands, loving the curve of it, the meat of it, the way kissing her here made her mine.

  “Oh God, oh God –“ she started begging the Creator, and then – “Jack – Jack – Jack –“ she named each wave of her orgasm after me, coming fast and hard, I saw it rippling through her body. She sagged against the wall to pa
nt, as I pulled back.

  “There,” I said. There was no part of her now I had not known and tasted. No mysteries left. I stood, breathing in the thick steam. My cock was hard, curving up toward my belly, but it didn’t matter -- I was going to have a hard on for Thea until the day that I died. I took the shower head and ran it over myself, once, twice, and then got out of the shower to start raking myself with a towel. She stayed in the shower behind me, and I heard her phone beep as a message came in while I collected my clothing off of her floor.

  Three minutes later, when my jeans were on and I was pulling on my shirt, she ran into her living room, phone in hand. “Don’t go.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. How much longer are you in town for?”

  My heart jumped into my throat. “My flight leaves at three, tomorrow.”

  “Change it. Go get your bags and come back. Give me another day here. We won’t even leave the apartment. I’ll bring home more condoms – a box.”

  The way she was looking at me – the way I needed her, I’d always needed her -- I answered before thinking about Bruce, or flights, or clients. “Bring home two.”

  * * *

  I did fly home the day after that though, my cock chafed, my body sore. A hundred dollars to change the flight had bought me another day’s exploration with her. When I got back to Dallas, Bruce only had one question.

  “Was it worth it?”

  “Completely.”

  “Good,” he said with a laugh and then we went back to all business.

  * * *

  I honestly didn’t expect to hear from her again. I wanted to and we’d exchanged numbers but me reaching out to her felt desperate – or worse yet, in denial. So I was surprised when three days later, she sent me a text.

  You still jerking off to me?

  I smiled down at the phone while I considered what to type. Every night.

  Good.

  After that it was a week of silence then another tease and I couldn’t resist responding. I knew all the things girls did to guys to yank their chains – and vice versa – and yet I still let her pull.