Chapter Four
He still fondled her. As he drove, he still fondled her. Soft flicks of his fingertips over her clit. Long, slow slides through her labia then dips inside to draw out more of her wetness, more of her whimpering moan.
Neither spoke. Neither needed to speak. She said it all with her legs spread and his hand between them, cupping her, holding her, tempting and teasing her.
She didn’t feel a stitch of embarrassment or shame either. All she felt was heat flowing through her, lust, need unlike anything before. Never wanted it to stop or go away. She wanted this hunger, this tension right on the edge of her nerves, simmering, waiting …
Jaz pulled into a parking spot in front Ink Spot Tattoos and Piercings. She’d never been in it, but she’d known what he did for a living. She knew a lot about him from Jackie.
Jackie. She was the absolute best friend a girl could ask for. Mandi would have never gone after Jaz on her own, and she had to thank Jackie for knowing that.
Mandi looked over at him when he turned the car off. “You have got to be the best birthday present I could have ever wished for.”
His brows inched up and he waggled them. “Good.” He smiled and leaned over, placing a kiss beneath her earlobe. “I plan to keep showing you that for the rest of the night and day. I plan to be the best fucking present you’ve ever gotten.”
Fire curled in her belly at his words, at his breath fanning her skin. For the first time since they’d gotten in the car at the restaurant, he removed his hand from between her thighs. She didn’t like it. She wanted him back.
“I’ll let you unwrap me when we get inside. Kick off your flip-flops and shuck your jeans and panties, sweater and bra too.”
“Outside?”
“No. You can strip inside the car here then you can scurry your sexy little ass across the sidewalk to the door.”
“You want me to walk across the sidewalk naked?”
“I do.”
“Jaz …” she started to protest, but he wagged a finger in her face that had her biting back a laugh.
“Oh no. Don’t even, Mandi. Not with the way you got off a little while ago. Don’t even think about pulling that shy act with me again.”
“But that was different.”
He had her. He knew he had her. She knew he had her. She’d strip naked and walk tall and proud from the car into his shop. She’d had naughty fantasies about him since meeting him at Katz. She hadn’t known what kind of woman he liked, but she knew she wanted him. He had tattoos, a shaved head, and the most amazing blue glass tunnels in his earlobes. He dressed causal in baggy shorts to the knees or cargo pants and high-top Converse. Every time she saw him, he wore a different color and she didn’t think she’d seen him wear the same pair twice. His t-shirts were as colorful as his shoes too. But it was his bright eyes that drew her in, his full mouth, easy laugh. His big muscles didn’t hurt either. He had the size that would make a girl feel safe, protected, adored.
He was the fantasy she’d always hoped for but who never looked her way. Except for now. He was looking now.
And he wanted her to walk about thirty feet. Naked.
“Do it, Mandi. Be a naughty birthday girl..”
For him. Anything at all for him. She slid her feet free of her shoes and then worked them free of her jeans and panties. The sweater and bra were next, as was any self-consciousness. He wanted her. Curves, pudge and extra padding. He wanted her. His eyes said it. His mouth said it. His actions screamed it.
Like right then … It was in the way his breath stopped and his gaze raked her from head to toe, stopping at different points, like her breasts. The longer he stared at them, the harder her nipples became, as though reaching out for him. Every part of her was reaching out for him, wanting him, wanting his touch again.
“Ready?” He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her. “Jaz?”
Oh so slow, those brilliant eyes lifted to her face. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a woman so open and willing.”
“It’s my birthday. I can be and do anything on this one day.”
“More than this one day, Mandi.”
She wouldn’t ask what he meant by that. Fear kept her from it. For as long as he allowed her to, she would enjoy every part of him. “I’m ready to open my present, Jaz.”
He winked. “I’ll meet you at the door.”
Together they exited the car, but alone, she walked across the sidewalk. She walked with her head held high as though her heart weren’t pounding in her chest. As though she hadn’t a care in the world.
The car door slammed behind her, and then he was there, pulling her into his hard, completely clothed body.
She rubbed against him, and when she started to turn around, he held her tighter. “No. Stay. But I do need you to stop moving like that or we’ll be fucking out here. I'm pretty sure Mac wouldn’t let us get away with that.”
Mandi relented and stilled. Jaz was right. Mac, the county Sheriff, would write them both up for lewd and lascivious acts in public.
But there was something dangerous and sexy about the prospect of getting caught. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her birthday in jail, though.
He reached out and slid the shop key home, and freed the lock from its mooring. He walked her inside and had her backed against the door with his mouth on hers before she could catch her breath.
For a split second, she wondered how this was different than being outside and naked, when anyone who passed by could see her bare ass through the glass. But the curious thought vanished. Jaz devoured her much as she had done to him in the car. She couldn’t get enough of his tongue, his taste, his feel … And then he was licking a trail down her throat, down the center of her chest, and when she thought he might stop at her nipples … He kept right on going until he was on his knees, his eyes trained on her face.
She didn’t think there could be anything more arousing or erotic than that predatory, possessive stare.
He teased her bellybutton, then sucking at her mound without mercy.
Slower than molasses, he pulled away, sucking on her flesh until the last possible moment.
“Jaz,” she whisper-croaked. Her dry throat didn’t allow for any sound resembling her normal voice.
He shook his head and tore his shirt off over his head and Mandi gasped. She’d known about some of his tattoos, but she had no idea there were so many more. He also had one nipple pierced. She wanted to explore those designs on his body but pushed the thought aside as he slid a hand under one of her thighs. “Over my shoulder.” He reached up and locked the door. “Brace your hands on the bar at your back and put your legs over my shoulders.”
“Jaz, I …”
“Do it, Mandi. I’ve got you.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and her knees trembled. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against her sex.
And she knew he did.
With his help, she lifted first one leg over his shoulder and then the other. He slid his hands up her backside and squeezed, held her and feasted on her like a starving man. How long had she waited for a man like him to go at her like this? How long had she waited for this man to go at her like this?
She was still as wet now as she’d been in the car. His breath on her heated skin … She couldn’t do anything but enjoy it. She couldn’t let go of the handrail at her back. She couldn’t grip him or hold on to him. She could only rock her pussy on his mouth and fuck the tongue that was fucking her.
“Jaz …”
He nodded his head and ate her with his whole mouth. He breathed her in and then blew out the breath, heating her further. Goose bumps formed up and down her body and she shivered, despite the incredible fire burning in her veins.
The slide of his tongue from her sex, toward her ass made her shudder. He teased her with the tip, then licked his way back up until he took her clit between his teeth and nibbled, bit, tugged. He soothed it with a long, slow laving.
Was he teasing her or trying to draw it out? She couldn’t tell, but she needed that orgasm. She could feel it, could even see it hovering on the outer edges of her vision.
He let go of her clit and blew a hot breath out against her. “You on the Pill?”
“Wha—” Her brain was all hazy from being on the verge of her third come of the night, something she hadn’t experienced in longer than she cared to remember.
Mandi licked her lips and tried to find the right answer to his question. The Pill. He was asking about the Pill. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m on it.”
He went at her clit again, driving her, pushing her, taking her over. Then he backed off, giving her short, sharp licks. “You’ve got the best fucking pussy. Anyone ever tell you that?” He punctuated his words with stabs of his tongue … Teasing, tormenting stabs of his tongue making her quake and tighten the backs of her thighs on his shoulders.
“N…no.”
“Damn dumbasses. It’s so sweet, so pretty and smooth. I love that you’ve got it all smooth. God, it’s so fucking sexy, and you’re so fucking wet.”
He took another swipe at her, dragged his wicked tongue from stem to stern then moved. He lowered her legs, one at a time, keeping his hold on her. She was shaking with arousal, and without him she couldn’t stand. “What the hell are you doing? Jaz … I need …”
He slid up against her body and was so close she could have been wearing him as a second skin. “I know what you need. I need it to. I need that hot cunt coming all over my dick.”
He turned them and walked her backward to the glass counter then turned her at the last moment. The friction of his clothes rubbing her naked body was … “Please …” she whimpered again.
“I’ll please you, baby. Lean over the counter, up on the balls of your feet, use it to hold you up until I get inside you. Oh yeah, good girl. Hold on to the far edge over there, push that ass at me. Damn, Mandi.”
He nudged her legs farther apart and whispered for her to bend her knees. It was like some obscene squatting exercise. She was so exposed. It wasn’t the same as before in the dressing room, though.
There she’d been in boots, bent over the table, and the perfect height for him to slide inside her. This … She loved and hated that he could see everything.
His zipper grated amid their heavy breathing and then he was there, pushing inside her. He eased her higher over the glass, raised her so her knees cradled his hips. She’d never been taken this way, from behind, ridden off the floor, held hard while he drove inside her.
“Fuck, woman, you’re so tight.” His hands didn’t let go of her, and the angle he held her at was going to make her come without any clit action. She breathed a sigh of relief, of frustrated arousal, of eager anticipation.
He didn’t stop or slow his tempo. The movement slid her back and forth on the counter, her own perspiration acting as a lube for the slide, the pull.
It was a near mirror of earlier, but still so different. Would sex with him always feel that way? Same positions, different sensations.
“Can you come like this? I’ve got you, I swear, and, Jesus, you’re … Can you?”
Mandi jerked her head in a nod. If he kept up the driving force of his hips, and the thrusting of his cock against that tingling place inside her, yeah, she could come.
"Good. Then come. Come on my cock again, birthday girl.”
That was all she needed. His voice around her.
Her body shuddered and traveled through her muscles from her feet to her neck. The minute the spasms started, he tightened his hold on her hips and fucked her into the glass box she was holding onto.
The orgasm continued flowing through her, something else she’d never experienced before. The harder he fucked her, the more drawn out the sensations, the more she fell from the cliff.
“Fuck it, Mandi …”
He pulled out, thrust back in, spearing her. Then he stilled and pulled her off the countertop. He wrapped his arms around her and held her on his cock, grunting as he came.
He kissed her hair, her neck, her shoulder. His harsh breathing echoed in the empty shop.
He pressed her against the solid glass once more and pulled out of her, easing her down until she was on her feet.
When she turned in the circle of his arms, she clung to him, weak but sated and satisfied.
He gave her the softest, sweetest kiss on the forehead. She squeezed his shoulders in her hands and felt him smile.
Oh yeah. Best damn birthday present ever.