Chapter Six
Mandi sat backward in the chair, straddling the seat, and reclined so she was in a near prone position on her belly. She hadn’t planned on a tattoo for her birthday, but then she hadn’t planned on Jaz for her birthday, either.
After listening to his thoughts, she agreed on her shoulder for the placement. “Trust me,” he’d said, regarding the design since she couldn’t decide on anything for herself.
He’d delivered on every other promise, that she’d trust him with this, too. She’d trust him to give her something special to remember this birthday by. To remember him, to remember her own awakening. And, man oh man, was she woke! Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She—
“Owww.”
Behind her, Jaz chuckled. “You need to stay still.”
“I’m trying.” She didn’t know how long he’d been working on her or how long she’d been tense through the stinging pins and needles. She didn’t know how long she’d been fighting to relax and breathe every time he told her to. She didn’t know how long she’d been riding the wet vinyl of the seat.
“I know. I love that you’re aroused by this.”
“I’m not.”
He slid a gloved finger under her ass to tease and stroke her. “Liar,” he whispered.
She groaned her humiliation. She hadn’t expected he’d catch on. At the same time, there was no way she could hide it. The entire place smelled of sex and orgasms and the best birthday she’d ever had. She groaned again when he wiped her juices off on her butt cheeks and went back to tattooing.
“It’s possible this isn’t the only thing that has me so aroused.”
“No doubt.”
“You think you might have something to do with it?”
“A few inches worth.”
It was her turn now. She giggled into the headrest. “More than.”
“Good. Now stay still.”
Silence ensued for some minutes while Jaz worked. There was something profound and intimate about getting a tattoo. She’d never given it much thought before or she may have gotten one. Though, at the same time, it was possible she’d have chickened out as she’d tried to do tonight.
It was permanent. It would always be there.
Glancing around, Mandi took in everything she could. Imprinting every detail on her brain.
It was a quaint shop with three mirrored stations, like one would find in a hair salon.
“How many people work with you?”
“One other full-time employee and three part-time. There’s always three people here at a time. Some tattoos take hours and I want someone to be available times to help other clients.”
“Makes sense.”
There was a large picture window at the front of the store. with Ink Spot emblazoned from one end to the other. On the wall beside the front door hung a corkboard with instant pictures pinned to it. Mandi assumed they were images Jaz or his employees had taken of fresh ink.
She’d never been in a tattoo parlor and hadn’t expected one to feel so open and comfortable. She always thought the atmosphere would be intimidating. And it could be during regular business hours, but not at the moment. Not with Jaz.
“Why were you in jail?” Jaz tensed behind her and she looked over her shoulder. His open, friendly gaze was now shuttered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No. It’s fine.”
“You don’t have to answer. I know it’s personal.”
“Yes, but then everything about tonight has been personal. I’ll tell you if you want to know.”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“I snuck out of the house one night. I’d gotten into it with my foster dad and he pretty much grounded me. I’d turned eighteen a few weeks before and was way too big for my britches. I went over to a buddy’s house with the intention to hang out for a while. We were broke as shit and he wanted beer. There was only one option. Stealing that beer and the pack of smokes was about the dumbest thing I’d ever done. What cinched it for the cops was that my buddy was packin’. I didn’t know and they didn’t care.”
“Did your friend go to jail too?”
“Yep. He got a couple years more than me and we haven’t spoken since.”
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say. She hadn’t done anything like that, never even so much as thought about shoplifting. She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him.
“I am too. But from the second I went in to the second I got out and every second after that, I’ve walked the straight and narrow. As far as illegal activities go. I don’t want to screw things up because my life is pretty fucking good. I’m part owner in a couple of businesses, I’ve got good friends and a job I lucked into being damn good at.”
And you’ve got me. She didn’t actually say those last words but they echoed inside her head. She’d like to see him again, after her birthday. Jaz had admitted to having a crush on her, wanting her for as long as she’d wanted him, so …
“You ready to see your ink?”
“You’re done?”
“I am. It’s … It’s a little thing. I told you I wasn’t going to do anything fancy or big. I wanted to give you a little reminder is all.”
He stood from the stool and offered a hand to help her up. “Let’s get you out of that chair and over to the mirror.”
“I’m stuck.”
“You’re not stuck. Use your legs and slide off.”
“Ass.”
“Yes, and you’ve got a fine one.”
She smiled and inched backward off the chair. Her inner thigh muscles protested from being used in ways that weren’t normal for her.
He turned her around and thrust a handheld mirror out to her. Over her shoulder, in the reflection, she saw the fresh tattoo. A small white and light purple swirled birthday candle with a tiny yellow flame. Under the candle was the date and beside that was the name Jaz.
She couldn’t have been more in love with it. “Thank you. It’s … I don’t know what I expected, but it’s perfect.” She raised her gaze to meet his and found him smiling from ear to ear.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it.”
“Good. Birthday girls should always love their birthday presents. They should get immense joy from them.”
Her gaze slid down his body and settled between his legs. “Full of immense joy is definitely one way I would describe this birthday.”
“Damn, woman. Can’t you stop thinking about sex for one minute?”
There was no heat in his words and she grinned. “Damn, man. Doesn’t appear that I can.”
“Damn good thing, then. Let me get that cared for with a little ointment and a square of plastic wrap. I’ll get things cleaned up and squared away then we can see about some more. Sex, that is.”
* * * * *
The baby oil dripped down her back and flowed in a stream to the crack of her ass, making her squirm. Some slid down the insides of her thighs and some pooled between her legs. Then, his fingers were there, massaging her clit and the tight ring of her hole. The dual sensations had her teetering on the brink of yet another orgasm.
She’d never had so many in one night and she wasn’t sure she could walk if she had to. But she couldn’t escape them, didn’t want to escape them. Jaz’s touch, his nearness turned her on and kept her engine revved.
“A little more, darlin’ and we’ll be good to start playin’.”
“We haven’t been playing?”
One finger at her asshole pushed inside. It was tight, but as much as she’d been expecting pain, she felt nothing but a slow-building pressure.
“Not like I want to.” He pulled out and eased back in, rotating his finger. “Ready for second finger?”
“Yeah.”
There was pain, a slight pinch of pain as he added another finger to the first. More baby oil eased the passage and the pressure began to build again. The more he fucked and stretched her ass with the two digits, the more she began to moan and push back for more.
“Too much?”
He asked as he began slipping in a third finger, and she choked on her answer. She didn’t know what to say or think or do.
The fingers on her clit continued to manipulate, and the fingers in her ass pulled out, then sank back in with a twist. The repeated movements, first one way, then the other …
Mandi lost herself.
“You okay? Is it too much? Does it hurt?”
“No,” she choked out.
“You sure?”
He repeated the twisting motion, right then left, in then out. He tapped at the bundle of nerves between her legs until she quivered.
“I can’t, Jaz.” She thrust her backside at him. “I can’t hold on.”
“Of course you can.”
Mandi shook her head. “Please.”
“Impatient girl,” he sighed. “Only because it’s your special day.”
He stopped.
All she could feel was the heaviness of impending orgasm. The need crawling through her system. The heated anticipation of what was to come.
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. He stood behind her, eyes closed, breathing hard. His face, a grimace of pain mixed with ecstasy as he stroked his cock. She watched as he poured baby oil in his palm and coated the crown and shaft. When he opened his eyes and stepped closer, she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
She did her best to stay focused him, but the second he started filling her ass, she gave up, closed her eyes, and moaned.
“Breathe,” he panted.
And she did. She was. She tried.
She felt the pinch the farther he pressed inside, but it wasn’t near as bad as she expected, given his size. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks for sex toys and lovers who’d enjoyed anal sex.
“Try to relax, baby.”
Yeah, okay, easy for him to say. Then … Then his finger was back on her clit, rubbing with steady, insistent pressure. She fought to concentrate on the pleasure coursing through her.
“That’s it. That’s right.”
His words sounded as though they were being uttered through cut glass. His voice was raw and jagged, rough and hot. That turned her on as much as the manipulation of her pussy.
He stopped moving. His large legs spread over hers, which were only spread as far as the chair would allow. Her arms, wrapped around the headrest again, and she was on her knees … And he was deep inside her ass. Dear. Heavens.
He kept up the play on her clit, his fingers wicked and wet and determined.
“You’re tight, hot. Damn, it feels like you’re gonna choke the hell out of my dick.”
She wanted to ask him if that was a good thing, but she didn’t think she could form the words so she didn’t even try. She wiggled her ass, squeezed her muscles around him, and the growl that came from him was all the answer she needed.
He pulled back, and she hissed at the friction and tug of her flesh. Then she gasped and reached for him with her behind when he pushed inside again.
“You’re gonna come for me.”
Mandi nodded and rolled her hips. He held himself still inside her ass and let her move, gyrate, hump, thrust and rock within the confines of the chair. He didn’t hurry her, didn’t rush her and she let go, focused on the orgasm she craved at his hands.
And then his lips were at the middle of her back, feathering kisses across her skin and she sighed on a moan. He kissed the edge of the plastic plastered to her skin. “I love my ink on you. Your skin is so creamy, so smooth, the perfect canvas for art and expression.”
She heard the rasp of arousal in his voice. It heated her flesh and sank beneath to flow through her blood. She gave a sudden jerk against his fingers.
It was time.
He knew it too. His fingers dug in against her clit and her breath hitched in her throat as the first ripples let loose. “Oh. God.”
“C’mon, baby, more …”
More she gave too. She didn’t know where it came from, the more, but it was there. His answering groan was the proof.
“Fuck yes, Mandi.” He started moving, short thrusts forward and short retreats back, and his fingers never let up on her clit. “Your ass is tighter, clutching my dick like a goddamn vise.”
And through it all, she never made a sound, her scream lost amidst sensation and the flash of overwhelming, thrilling emotion.
His pace sped up and he drove hard into her, jacking his cock inside the confines of her anal channel. If he wasn’t careful, she might come to want this again and again and, oh dear God, again. The rough pad of a finger stroked over her clit before he pulled his hand from between her legs to grab at her hip.
His thighs pressed on her legs. “Close your legs a little more.”
She did and her muscles again protested, but soon recovered and settled.
“Yeah, good. So good.” Then he was out of her. Then he was back in, all the way to the hilt, hard enough that his balls smacked against her sex. “I’m gonna … Here it …”
He never finished the words. Instead, he grunted through his orgasm.
Small tremors still racked her body from when she came, and answered the throb of his cock as it pulsed inside her.
He lowered himself to her back, wrapping his arms under her belly and chest. His breath harsh against her neck. His heartbeat pounding a rhythm through to hers.
“Best fucking night.”
“No doubt about it, but …”
He rested his chin on her shoulder but lifted most of his weight off her body. “But?”
Mandi laughed. She needed the words in her head to come out the right way. She turned her head in his direction and was rewarded with a soft kiss at the corner of her lips. He was rough, tough and tumble, a little gruff too. She was so head over heels for him it wasn’t funny. Sh—
He pinched her nipple. “Owww.”
“Tell me what the ‘but’ is.”
What had she been thinking before? She thought for a moment … “Oh right. If we do this again, can w― Ouch. Dammit.” He pinched her nipple again, this time a little harder, and damn if arousal didn’t weave its way down to her clit again. “What was that for?”
“What do you mean ‘if’?”
He sounded a little offended, and that hadn’t been her intention at all. “Well, I didn’t want to assume anything. It is almost dawn and …”
“Your birthday ends at 11:59 p.m. We still have hours and hours yet to spend together.”
Technically, he was right. “Oh well, in that case, every time we’ve had sex, it’s been from behind.”
He chuckled next to her ear and the sound was warm and sexy as sin. She could get damn used to being around him like this, but he’d promised her only once night. Spending the rest of the day with him may not be the best idea, though it was all she wanted. “Yeah, it has, but can I help it that you have the sexiest backside. I used to watch you walk away from my table and get hard.”
“I thought you were hard no matter if you were staring at my frontside or my backside.”
That comment earned her a smack on her backside. “Brat.” He kissed her shoulder and lifted, slow and careful, off the rest of her body, sliding out of her ass. “Stay put.”
Moments later she heard water running and then there was warm, moist heat between her cheeks and legs. He again helped her to stand, this time tilting her face up to receive a kiss so sweet, her heart tightened in her chest.
“Now, what was it you were saying before?”
Before? Yes, what had she been saying? Oh, right. She grinned. “I was saying, before you started interrupting me, that I’d like to have sex the next time looking at you.”
“From the frontside, you mean?”
He was teasing her and she loved when he teased her. Hell, she was learning how much she loved when he did anything to her, with her, in her, on her. “Jerk,” she muttered. “Yes, from the frontside.”
“I want that too.”
She tried to stifle a yawn but didn’t succeed. The need for sleep was catching up to her. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to being up all night.”
“Me neither.” He nuzzled her neck and she shivered, snuggling closer to him. “Let’s get out of here, get a shower and take a little nap.”
“You don’t mind?”
“No, baby, not at all. This way, I can give personal attention to your tattoo.” He winked and took her by the hand, leading her to the front of the store. He picked up his clothes and watched her as he dressed. At first, she didn’t understand the laughter she saw lurking, but then the realization hit her. Her clothes were still in the car.
“Damn man,” she groused.
“You know it.”