8
SMALLS
Watching Melanie drop to the floor scared the shit out of me.
When I heard Kat call my name, I was hoping she had wanted something from me. Instead, I found two girls waiting for me to ink their skin. Well, Lauren wanted ink.
Kat had been so focused on glaring daggers at Lauren and Melanie that she hadn’t noticed Cole’s mouth drop at the sight of Melanie or see Isaac leave his office to only stare at Lauren like she was the only girl in the world.
Sure, both girls were beautiful. I am a man, I can’t deny beauty when I see it. But, they don’t do anything for me.
No, I like a cute, short little sassy woman with a hot temper and even hotter body. It was almost cute watching Kat get jealous as these girls smiled at me.
And shit, I couldn’t help myself but play along. She was the one who wanted to keep what we had done a secret. In a way I understood too, but maybe having a secret relationship could be hot too.
Anyway, I chuckled the whole way back to my room as Lauren and Melanie talked about Lauren’s upcoming tattoo. Neither girl had noticed Isaac and Cole stalking them either.
Everyone was so wrapped up in their own worlds, they couldn’t see what was happening around them. That is, until Melanie’s face paled and she dropped onto the hard, cement floor of the shop.
In my years of working as a tattoo artist, I had never seen anyone pass out before. It scared me, but I didn’t have time to think about that. Isaac rushed into the room and became the hero to impress Lauren while Cole went straight to warrior duty as he made sure Melanie was ok.
And Kat, well she surprised me more than anyone else. I saw a softer side of her appear as she rushed to make sure Melanie was alright. The same girl she had just been glaring at only minutes before.
This is what I liked about Kat. On the surface, she was hard and mean. But, on the inside she had this other softer side to her. I wanted to explore every inch of her and learn what made Kat so irresistible. And, if I got my way, which I always did, I would find the answers I wanted.
Thankfully, Isaac closes the shop on Sundays.
With a homework assignment due on Monday in my art class, I need this day to relax and get caught up on my school work. My job at the shop isn’t too demanding and I always have time to get my school work done, but still I enjoy my lazy Sundays.
This week, my homework assignment is to draw something that others may not find beauty in. An object that others might not deem worthy of respect or attention. I had decided to draw an old rose bush in the back yard. Isaac never took care of it and I have tried watering it and cleaning out the flower bed. Guys don’t care for flowers and flower beds the way most women do.
Anyway, I noticed the other day that the roses were starting to come back to life. A hint of red was starting to show through the dull leaves and stems of the run down garden. I sat on the back patio, beginning to sketch my design as I heard the back door open and footsteps begin to come up behind me. Thinking it was Cole again, I didn’t bother to look behind me.
Isaac was too loud, I would have known it was him.
“Wow, that is incredible,” Smalls said as he leaned in to look more closely at my drawing. “I noticed you out here and thought I would give you some peace.”
His voice caught me off guard and I almost jumped.
“How long have you been standing there?” I asked as Smalls sat down next to me on the bench.
“I’ve been there for a while. I was coming over to hang with Isaac, but he’s sleeping. You looked so peaceful and intent on what you were doing that I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Oh, thanks,” I added.
“You are really talented,” Smalls said with a sweet smile.
“You don’t have to say that,” I said trying to hide my picture now.
“Don’t do that,” Smalls began. “You have a gift. I think that drawing is beautiful.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, I would love to see what other things you have created,” Smalls said.
“Sure, maybe one day I can show you my sketch book.”
“I would like that,” Smalls said. “You know, you should really think about designing some tattoos for our books. Customers would dig some of your designs.”
I almost laughed. “You haven’t even seen my sketch book. This is my first drawing you have seen. How do you know they would like my stuff?” I asked.
“Can’t you just take a compliment?” Smalls asked with a glare.
“Sometimes, if I know it’s sincere,” I replied.
Laughing, Smalls chuckled. I loved that my sass amused him. Not.
“Well, I don’t bullshit. If I say it, I mean it,” he stated firmly.
“Well, that’s good to know,” I replied.
“Besides, you leave your little drawings all over the shop. You like to draw when you are bored. I have kept a few of your designs, some of the customers have even asked about them,” Smalls added.
My eyes shot up at this. I knew Isaac had mentioned that I could draw designs for the customers, but I never thought it would happen. “Seriously?”
“Yes. I told you, art is your gift.”
I went back to my drawing even though Smalls was still next to me. I didn’t typically draw or paint with other people around, but for some reason, I didn’t mind Smalls watching me.
I felt his hand graze my thigh and I did nothing to stop him. Smalls had already been inside of me and had seen my body naked. There wasn’t anything he could do now to make me uncomfortable, but damn if he wasn’t trying his hardest to turn me on.
Something about this touch drove me crazy. He was like this forbidden fruit I was being tempted to taste.
“You seem distracted now, is something wrong?” Smalls asked in a seductive voice that led me to believe he knew exactly what was wrong.
“My brother is inside the house,” I warned.
“He is sleeping,” Smalls replied.
“I told you, we can’t do this. I respect my brother and he would flip his shit if he knew I was messing around with one of his friends. My relationships don’t last. It would be bad for everyone,” I admitted.
“Why are you always so hard on yourself? First, you don’t know how Isaac would react. I get he is protective of you, but he also loves you too. Maybe he would be stoked to find out his best friend and sister were hooking up,” Smalls smiled.
“I don’t think my brother imaging us having sex would make him happy,” I replied.
“I’m not talking about just sex,” Smalls said.
His words implied he might want something more from me, but I didn’t get a chance to ask.
Suddenly, the back door opened and Isaac stood in the doorway. He was putting a shirt on over his messy hair.
“Hey,” he said as he took in both me and Smalls.
He looked surprised, but there were always people here so he wasn’t too shocked to see his buddy out here with me.
“What’s up?” Smalls asked.
“I was going out to eat with Cole. We have dates with those girls from the tattoo shop,” he said with a smile.
I almost thought he was adorable as he talked about Lauren, but this is my brother remember.
“Have fun,” I said.
“Thanks,” Isaac said as he shut the door and left me and Smalls alone again.
Maybe Isaac would have questioned how close Smalls and I were sitting if he weren’t so excited about his date.
Once we were alone again, Smalls scooted closer to me again. His legs were against mine and I could feel the heat radiating off of him.
“So, we are alone,” Smalls noted as we heard Isaac’s truck start up.
“Yeah, so,” I said as I tried to hide the excitement I was feeling.
It was wrong to want someone so badly like this, but my body was giving in to him.
“I want you Kat. We had fun, let’s do it again,” Smalls breathed close to me.
He leaned in and before I could stop myself, I lunged forward and crashed my lips to his. Smalls jumped up and picked me up in his strong arms, carrying me inside the house.
Stumbling through my bedroom door, Smalls kicked the door shut behind us.
Throwing me onto the bed, Smalls lifted his shirt over his head and revealed a glorious set of tattooed abs. I remembered that body from just a few nights ago but it was like I was seeing it for the first time again. Stroking his soft and firm skin, I licked my lips at the sight of his body. Heat radiated from between my legs as I knew that we were about to explore one another.
“Do you have anything? A condom?” Smalls asked as he trailed kisses down my stomach. He had pulled my shirt off with one quick movement that had shocked and thrilled me at the same time.
“Yes, in the drawer,” I said pointing to my bedside table.
Leaning over, Smalls opened the small drawer and I watched as his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “What is this?” he asked with an amused curiosity.
When I had told him where I kept my protection, I had also forgotten to mention that my whips, handcuffs, body gel, and ball gag, were also in that drawer. Smalls already knew that I liked sex rough, but he had no idea just how rough I liked it.
“Sorry, is that too much?” I asked, leaning up on my elbows. I bit my lip as I waited for his next response.
“Are you kidding me? This is fucking awesome! I didn’t know you were such a naughty little freak,” Smalls smiled as he grabbed a condom and began removing his pants and boxers.
“I wouldn’t call me a freak, but I like to have fun in the bedroom,” I winked as I followed his lead and removed my jeans and black thong. “You pulled my hair and smacked my ass, wasn’t that enough to let you know I like sex wild?” I asked.
“Sure, but damn, this is like an additional gift. Kat, you are every man’s dream,” he growled.
We both drank each other in once all clothes were removed. It was true, I had been called a ‘freak’ by many of past boyfriends for my need and drive to explore different sexual avenues in the bedroom. I had even been given the nickname by bullies and others who hated me for my differences, but using that term with sex just lit a fire inside of me. I loved to be dominated and get a little rough with the right guy. While my drawer may make me look like a sexual freak, I wasn’t a slut. I only used those toys with boyfriends whom I had strong feelings for and had even loved. Smalls hadn’t reached the love category yet, but this boy sparked a fire deep inside of me that made me want to be close to him. Whatever we did tonight would be fine with me.
Tearing the foil wrapper, Smalls ran the condom over his long and gloriously thick penis. My eyes drifted to his cock and I couldn’t help but drool at the sight. Everything about this boy’s body was lean and chiseled and I couldn’t wait to find out what he could do with all of that muscle.
Spreading my legs apart, Smalls leaned over me and began rubbing my inner thigh as he moved closer and closer to my heat. He was teasing me and I moved my hips closer to his hands, trying hard not to beg him to thrust inside of me. It was torture the way his hands moved so slow just inches away from my opening. The other night was wild and rushed, but tonight was slow and patient.
I took his hand and placed it on my wet folds, showing him just how aroused and needy I was for his touch.
Small’s eyes grew wide as he looked down at me with a wild smile. “Damn baby, you are so wet,” he remarked.
Nodding my head, I smiled. “Yes, now get inside of me now,” I demanded as I pushed his fingers deep inside of me.
A loud moan escaped both our lips as Smalls finally made his way inside of me. Moving his fingers in and out, he gave me a quick prelude to what was about to come. Just as I felt my body rising to its climax, Smalls removed his fingers and thrust his rock hard dick inside of me.
I screamed out his name as he began rocking in and out of me, the movement causing fireworks to explode deep inside of me.
I lifted my head and met his and our lips locked as our bodies began to grind in tune with one another. We continued on and on until we both couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m about to come,” Smalls breathed hard as he squeezed his mouth shut.
“Me too,” I moaned.
“Come with me,” Smalls demanded as he continued moving. “I’m almost there.”
Suddenly and without warning, Smalls and I both exploded, our climaxes reaching heavenly heights as we both rang out moans and fell together into a deep bliss.
***
After we cleaned up and dressed, Smalls and I sat on my bed where we had just been naked and making love. Our hands were joined and I couldn’t help but smile as Smalls continued to sneak little peeks at me instead of watching the movie we had turned on. Isaac was still on his date with Lauren and I knew he probably wouldn’t be back for hours. In my rush to be with Smalls, I hadn’t thought to lock the door. I’m sure he would have killed us both if he had come home during our session.
“So…” Smalls began as he picked up the remote and turned off the television. “Can we talk about that drawer?” he asked as his eyes glinted toward the table.
“Sure. What do you want to know?” I asked coyly.
Well…” Smalls began. “How many guys have you used that stuff with?”
“Three,” I answered honestly. “I was in long term relationships with two and one guy I really cared about, but we couldn’t make it work.”
Nodding his head, Smalls thought what I said over. “So, I assume you must really like a guy to let them use whips and handcuffs with you. That seems like a trust move.”
“Yes, I have to feel comfortable and safe with a guy to let them tie me up and bound me during an intimate moment.” I knew what Smalls was hinting at, but I had been firm that nothing could happen between us. At least not with a relationship.
“Do you feel safe and comfortable with me?” Smalls asked carefully. It was clear from the glimmer in his eyes and the lust lining his voice that Smalls wanted more than anything to try out my drawer of fun, but it was also clear that he wanted me to be ok with it too.
“I do,” I answered honestly. Linking our fingers again, I moved closer toward him on the bed. “I really like you, Smalls. I haven’t felt this way about many guys, and you are totally not someone I would ever have dated before, but there is something about you I like, but you know I can’t do this.”
Leaning in, Smalls kissed me. This time our kiss wasn’t filled with lust and need and a wild sensation. No, this time our kiss was lined with passion and care and a little of something else I wasn’t ready to admit to just yet.
“I’m glad,” he admitted with a sigh. He seemed nervous and I was beginning to grow anxious by his sudden change in demeanor. “I really like you. But, you have to trust me that our little secret will break Isaac if he finds out from anyone but us.”
My mind thought back to Cole and how he had looked at me when we had talked. He knew there was something between me and Smalls. I couldn’t tell him then, I wasn’t sure how I could tell Isaac.
“Look, for now. This has to remain a secret. There is a strong attraction pulling us together. I like you too, but I also care about my brother. Until the time is right, please don’t break this secret,” I begged.
Rolling back on top of me, Smalls gave me a devilish grin. “I will only agree if you promise to get that whip out again,” he said with a kiss.
Agreeing, I smiled as I allowed Smalls to take me to another level of ecstasy