Ariel

 

I’m just finishing up with Steven’s sleeve when Dillon walks in the door. I can’t tell by the look upon his face if he has good news or bad news. He looks up from contemplating the floor and gives me a smile, it doesn’t reach across his face like normal so I’m ready to get my client gone and have a conversation with my man.

“Alright, Steven, we’re done here, go up front and Carson will get you checked out and give you your care instructions. I know,” I hold my hand up as he goes to protest, “you know what you’re doing, but it’s the law.”

“Okay, Ariel, I’ll see you next time.”

“Later,” I tell him as he walks out of my station. I turn and look at Dillon, “So, tell me how it went with the realtor.”

“But…there is a but in there somewhere isn’t there?”

“Yeah, I think I shut the offer too low.”

“Then they’ll come back with a counter offer, don’t sweat it until you have to.”

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” he asks me.

“Hmmm…not in the last hour or so,” I tease him.

“Let me rectify that,” he says taking my head in his hands and laying a kiss on me. He lets go quicker than I want him to and I start to protest until I see him going and closing the door. He locks it and goes to my dock station and turns up the music. “I’m going to show you instead of just telling you,” he says with lust in his eyes. He walks up to me and pulls me into him. He leans down, and I reach up to meet his lips as they descend on mine. He reaches down and starts to unbutton my blouse, once he has it off and down my arms he goes for the front latch of my bra. “God, I love these,” he says while grabbing both of my breasts with each hand. “They’re so beautiful, thick and round. They fit perfectly in my hands and mouth.” As he finishes off with his words, he leans down and plays with my nipple barbell using his tongue.

“Ah,” I moan out, it feels so good.

“You like that?”

“I love it,” I answer him. As he keeps lapping at my nipples he slowly moves his hands down to my jeans and unsnaps and unzips them. Once the task is complete, he puts his hand down the front of my pants and panties. He slowly, but methodically rubs my clit causing me to feel the friction down to my toes. I push my hips forward to meet his hand, I’m rocking back and forth and am so close to exploding. He pulls his hand away and I grunt out in disbelief, until he bends down and removes my shoes, socks and grabs the waistband of my jeans and quickly pulls them and my panties off in one swoop.

“Turn around and put your hands on the table.” He’s talking about my ink bench, I’ve never done anything with anyone here at work. It feels exhilarating and liberating. I’m turned on at the aspect of anyone hearing us, I know they can’t come in because the door is locked, but the thrill of it all has me becoming increasingly wet. I can hear him stripping behind me and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. I feel him come up behind me, his front is pressed firmly against my back and I can feel how excited he is. He grabs both of my breasts in his hands and begins tweaking my nipples causing me to push my rear end into his groin. “Fuck baby, you want me bad, don’t you?”

“So, so bad,” I say to him.

“Touch yourself,” he says to me as he pulls one of his hands from my breasts and slides it down my back, over my rear and between my legs. He kicks my legs apart, and then I feel his fingers entering me. Not just one finger, he inserts two at once causing my back to arch further than it already was. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby.” He’s telling me something I’m already aware of, but I can’t get my vocal cords working to tell him this. He removes his hand from my breast and moves it between my shoulder blades. He pushes forward but commands, “Don’t remove your finger baby, keep circling that clit.” And I do, steadily reaching for that high that I’ve been on the brink of finding.

“Dillon, I need you inside of me,” I all but beg him.

“You need me buried inside of you, or you want me buried inside of you?” He says in my ear while using his tongue to swipe the shell of my ear.

“I need you inside of me!” I all but shout out at him.

“It’s my job to give you all that you need baby,” he says removing his fingers from their position. He uses his hand that had his fingers deep within me and lines himself up. His other hand is still holding me down, he lines himself up and slowly eases inside. I want to scream out in aggravation, I don’t want soothing short strokes, I want him to give me everything he has.

“More Dillon, I need more,” knowing that if his last statement is true, I’ll get what my body is demanding. He begins moving faster and harder, his strokes going deep touching my cervix. I throw my head back and pant out his name, “Dillon, yes just like that baby.” His thrusts pick up the pace as he gives into my every desire.

“Ariel! God you’re gripping my dick so hard, I’m gonna come baby. Keep circling that clit of yours,” he says removing his hand from my shoulders and grabbing my hair. He pulls it just hard enough to angle my head back, then he latches onto my neck, placing a light bite there. I know he’s doing it to muffle his noises, he’s at his breaking point as I feel him grow harder and longer within me. “Fuck!” he growls into my neck as he pumps inside of me one last time. “Can’t ever get enough of you,” he says while catching his breath. I fall into the table and try to get my synapsis back online. My entire body feels like jelly, and if my table hadn’t been there to catch me I would’ve fallen to the ground.

He pulls out of me and tells me, “Stay there while I get something to clean you up with.” No one has ever taken such good care of me before or after sex. “You still carry those wet wipes in your purse?” he asks, and I can do nothing but nod my head indicating yes to his question. I can hear him rummage through my purse and then there is something cold and wet between my legs. “We made a mess baby, stay still while I get another one.” Once I’m thoroughly clean to his liking he helps lift me up, I look over and see him using one of my wipes on himself. Shame, I would’ve loved him carrying my scent around on him for the rest of the day.

We get dressed in silence, both of us lost in a sex-induced haze. We clean up my station and I grab my belongings. He grabs my hand in his and as we walk out into the hallway, a sound of applause and wolf whistles grab my attention. I immediately blush but square my shoulders not wanting to give into the embarrassment of getting caught.

“Fuck off,” Dillon tells Carson and Levi as we head out the front door. Fuck, I thought we’d been quiet enough that no one would’ve heard us. “Don’t let them get to you, baby,” Dillon says leading me to my car.

“I won’t,” I tell him, knowing that tomorrow I’ll catch hell from my sisters.