Chapter Five
Jaz held her curled up in his lap in one of the chairs used for tattoos. He liked having her in his arms. She protested more than once that she was too heavy for him, but he laughed at that. He’d held her more tonight than he ever dreamed he’d get the chance to, and they both knew she wasn’t too heavy for him. She might not be the long-legged skinny pole dancer or the short tight-bodied bartender, but she wasn’t fat. She wasn’t anything other than perfect. For him. Fucking wouldn’t break her. Being on top of her wouldn’t hurt her. He was hard where she was soft.
“Do you enjoy working at Katz?”
“It’s okay. I’ve been able to help out a friend and try something new while working on a side business for myself. Katz is my first waitressing job. Takes me out of my comfort zone. I’ve found that the lower cut the shirt is or the higher hem of the skirt, the better the tips.”
He tensed under her. “How long are you going to keep working there?”
“Why?” She licked his chin and sank her teeth into it, enough for him to feel the edges. “Jealous?”
“Not a bit.” It was a tiny white lie. He had no problem with her dressing in a skimpy outfit while she served food. The problem he had was if she met someone else outside work. If someone else touched her, fondled her, fucked her until she couldn’t stand up straight. But she and Jaz, they weren’t there yet, and for all he knew, after today was over, they wouldn’t ever be there.
And he wasn’t going to think about it. “No. Curious. What’s your side business?”
He stroked her hair, sifting his fingers through the locks, then letting it fall back against her naked shoulders. She smelled of sex and of him. He liked it. A lot. He wanted to coat her body in his come, rub it into her skin, become a part of her inside and out.
Okay, so he was going to think about it. But only a little.
“I make jewelry. I started a few years ago when handmade things started becoming popular again. Working at Katz has allowed me to build my business online and I now have some steady work coming in. A lot of people like custom work, custom designs.”
“Do they design it or do you when they want custom?”
“Sometimes me, sometimes them. I’ve met a few incredible, independent designers and artists at trade shows who help me out when I need it. Working for Jackie pays the bills, and she even had me design some custom chains for nipple rings.”
“Did she now?” He wouldn’t mind seeing Mandi’s nipples pierced with a pretty chain hanging between them. One he could tug on until she gasped from the mingled pain and pleasure.
“She did. Some of the waitresses and even customers have given me business I wouldn’t have otherwise. It’s been a good experience.”
His hand rubbed her arm, her shoulder, her hand, down the side of her neck to the top of her chest. He caressed her and she mewled as a little kitten might have at the attention. She relaxed deeper into him too, and though he wasn’t sure she was aware of the move, he was. Her weight was now more even between his chest and legs. Her hip pressed into his cock, and if she noticed the way it nudged her, she didn’t let on. That was fine with him. He liked this. There was no pressure to have sex again, but they would. A ton of it. Until well past dawn. It was enough in those moments, in the dark of his shop, to sit with her, learn about her, connect with her in other ways.
“Other than the chains, what do you make?”
“Hmmm. Most want earrings, bracelets, normal things made for them. I’ve done a few chokers, necklaces.”
“Can you make other things?”
“Like what?”
She was teasing him with her fingers, running them up and down his side, his shoulder, his arm, his hip. She was exploring him. He knew because she hadn’t once looked up at his face. She was so focused on his body, on touching him, feeding her crush on him.
She’d tugged more than once on the barbell in his nipple sending a jolt straight to his cock. And she’d given a lot of silent, almost reverent attention to the tattoos on his shoulders and chest. He had no doubt she’d give the same attention to the ones on his back if she could reach them.
Her crush on him. Damn but that was so unbelievable, so hot. It made his heart race and kept a smile on his lips. The sex with her was only intensified by the crush they shared on one another. It was something he couldn’t remember feeling for anyone else. Then again, the Mandi he’d known all this time wasn’t exactly the same Mandi he held in his arms. She was more and she was knocking his entire world right on its side.
“Like nipple rings? Belly rings? Tunnels for ears?” Even as he said the words, he wondered if she would ever get her nipples or her bellybutton pierced. Or … her clit. He had to bite back a groan at that thought. He knew she wouldn’t do something like body piercing to make a statement but rather because she’d want it. He didn’t imagine Mandi did anything she didn’t want to do. But she’d be even more scorching, smoking-hot with piercings. Her already sensitive nipples and clit would become even more so.
“I suppose I could. There’s a series of classes for glass bead making that I want to take in a few months. And a metalsmithing class is coming up too. Right now, I can only embellish, add to and enhance. I shape wire. I add to chains and links. I use beads and crystals, but I want to learn how to create more unique designs, my own signature designs. And the more I learn to do on my own, the more custom pieces I can create for people.”
As she talked, her face lit up. She had that same spark, that same fire for her art that he had for his. “I get it. I always want to know more about tattoos, new technology in the business, new ways to make the ink come to life. I don’t want it to sit on the skin. I want it to move, to reach out, and grab you.”
“Like 3D?”
“Yeah, exactly. A whole new dimension of art for the body. Some people can do it already. I’ve got some contacts who can, so like you, I’ll be learning new things to give my customers more custom work.”
Though her eyes remained animated, heat began to filter in. “Jaz, I …”
She licked her lips and Jaz bit back yet another groan. She moved in, though how she could get any closer was beyond him. She was already so deep under his skin … “What?”
“I … We should consider working together some.”
As soon as the words were out her mouth, she ducked her head under his chin. He had to force it back up so he could see those eyes again. “Yes. We should. You should make some things for the shop, and I should mark you.” As mine.
He didn’t say those last two words. He let them hang in the air before he lowered his lips to hers. In his arms, she shifted, turned, cupped her hands around his neck and took control of the kiss.
She was all over him, straddling his lap in the chair, pressing her belly against his with his cock sandwiched between them.
“Is it okay?” she whispered, her lips still nestled against his, sharing breath.
“Everything is okay. You can have anything you want, everything you need.”
One hand left his neck and wedged its way between their bodies to wrap around the thickness of his dick. Dear God.
“This.” She squeezed him. “I want this. I’ve wanted this—you—for so long. Months. Weeks. Days.”
She smacked a kiss to his mouth then slid from his lap to kneel on the hard, concrete floor. He wanted to offer a cushion, but then his cock was between her lips, behind her teeth, and against her tongue. He completely forgot every thought inside his head.
She moaned in pleasure and it was the most exquisite bordering on painful sound. The head still sensitive but the shaft raring to go, jumping against her tongue and his balls … Damn. They wanted attention too.
She opened her mouth and drool slid down to the base of his cock. She immediately wrapped her hand around him again and used it as lube to jack him, to stroke him, to drive him insane. With her other hand, she formed a tight circle in the nest of hair surrounding his cock. The palm around the shaft … She used it to pull the skin taut in very slow motion.
Over and over she did this. Switching hands. Switching fingers. Using her spit to lubricate his cock when she needed to. She kept the flesh tight, tingling. Every so often she licked at the crown or dropped her head to lick at his balls.
“Where … God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?”
“Do what?” she whispered against his pole, sending shivers all up and down his body. He was about ready to crawl out of his skin, the sensations of her hands and mouth on his privates was mind-blowing.
“Do that. What you’re doing. Torturing me.” He could hardly keep still, could hardly stay upright in the chair. He pulled the arm rests back down and gripped them with his hands until his knuckles turned white.
“Is that what I’m doing? Torturing you?”
She engulfed his cock between her lips, right to the back of her throat, and he all but shot up out of his seated position. The edges of her teeth touched him, her cheeks squeezed him, her throat sucked him. He wasn’t sure he would survive the sheer and beautiful hell of her oral work.
She wasn’t slow. She wasn’t exactly what anyone would consider graceful about it. She was dirty and hard on him. She slurped at him. Breathed around him. Ground her upper body against his legs and let his dick go with a wet plop before she took him again. And this time … she suckled the head with perfect tenderness while pumping his rod with the circle of her thumb and forefinger. That one little move, those two digits, drove him crazy.
“Goddammit, Mandi,” he managed to grind out from a clenched jaw.
She fondled his nuts, stroked his cock, sucked on the tiptop, and he … He couldn’t take it anymore.
He sat up on the edge of the chair and pushed her head down until she’d swallowed him whole again. The fingers of one hand tugged on her nipples. He bucked his hips and fucked her mouth, felt the reflex at the back of her throat and used her hair to pull her off his dick. He gave her a second to catch her breath before he pushed her back down. One. Two. Three hard thrusts up into the mouth of the woman kneeling at his feet. And between the lips of the fantasy he’d had for months, he unloaded on the back of her tongue.
“Swallow it, Mandi.” She nodded as best she could while working to take every drop from the cock filling the second of her three holes. God, he couldn’t wait to take her ass later. The thought alone sent one more stream of cum up from his balls and into her belly.
He shuddered as the last bit left him and he let go of her hair and nipple. He slumped back into the seat and the most beautiful eyes in the world looked up at him. There was no shyness, no coy looks, no shame, no uncertainty in her gaze. It was nothing but lust, hungry and sexy. She licked at her lips and laid her head on his thigh.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For?”
She tilted her head and smiled up at him. “For letting me blow out my candle.”
Jaz laughed so hard it hurt.