This was the very first short story I wrote. Beware . . . it's hot.
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Nibbling on her lip, Holly Swift stared at the brightly painted building across the street. She had been staring at it for the past hour. Usually when Holly made up her mind about something, she went at it head first. This time she did the same...at first. She hit Google with a vengeance, determined to find the best there was and nothing else. He was said to be the best. When a client left the building with a broad smile on her face, Holly squared her shoulders and stepped into the street, striding with long, sure strides to the bright blue door.
A bell tinkled above her head when she walked inside the dimly lit front office. Her eyes widened and for the first time, she released a relaxed breath. The room was an open space with pastel colored walls, huge comfortable sofas scattered around and small tables with magazines placed everywhere. Modern, beautiful, and surprisingly classy.
“Morning, Missy, and what is a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“Oh...ehm...” glancing around in confusion, Holly tried to find a sign that she was in the right place and started to squirm. Maybe she had the wrong address. “Is this...I mean I am here to...”
“Are you sure, honey? It would be a shame to mar such luxurious and silky skin.”
“Mom, are you chasing a potential customer of mine away again?”
“Tsk, don’t be silly, Zack. I’m just letting the little missy know there are other options available.”
“Hmm, like what exactly?”
“I don’t know, henna maybe? That’s not permanent...or what about one of those sticky things?”
Zack threw his head back and laughed, his penetrating silver gaze never once leaving Holly’s now flustered face.
Holy shit! He was like manna from the heaven. Gorgeous...no scrap that, he was beautiful. Every inch of him was perfection, with his cropped black hair, movie star sculpted face and that body...hell and damnation...she had never been near so much muscle in her life. Her fingers ached to trace every line and indentation as she caressed them from his head to his toes.
“So, miss, how do I serve you today?”
Hard and fast, thank you very much.
Her thoughts must have flashed across her face as a slow seductive smile curved his lips while those silver globes glowed with heat as it singed down her body. Holly was hard pressed not to tug on her mini-skirt to drag it down to her knees.
Clearing her throat, she forced the words past suddenly dry lips, “I’d like a tattoo.”
“Well then, you definitely came to the right place. Follow me.”
Without watching to see if she followed, he swaggered down the hallway and into one of the back rooms. Holly sprinted after him when he disappeared out of sight. Zack waved her into a high chair and she sank down gingerly, her eyes darting from one picture on the wall to the other.
“Any particular design you’re interested in?”
Suddenly he was all business and Holly managed to relax.
“Dragon.”
Zack’s eyebrows rose and his eyes flitted over that luxurious skin his mother had raved about. He was an ink man and loved to produce beautiful art on others. One of his arms was completely inked and on his other he had the Chinese symbol for freedom. For now, that was enough for him. He fed his desire to create beauty with his paintings. This was merely a hobby.
“Far be it from me to chase business out the door, but my mother is right. It would be a shame to cover such glowing skin with all that ink.”
“Oh...no, a small one. I want a small one.”
“And where would this small dragon find its pleasure?”
Holly narrowed her eyes on him, his double meaning not lost on her.
“On my...”
Oh hell! He would have to work between her legs the entire time to do the tattoo. Shit, shit, she never thought of that!
Chuckling, Zack waited, looking forward to inking this exquisite blond creature that had caused his cock to swell to full erection the moment she raised her eyes to his.
“Ehm...”
“Why don’t you just point and let me judge if it would work or not?”
Biting her lip, Holly lifted her hand and placed it just above her mound. That smile of his widened and Holly’s teeth clamped painfully onto her lip. Forcing back a moan, she felt need flood from between her pussy lips and wet her panties.
“I’m going to have to see if your skin is conducive to ink first. May I?”
He had the hem of her skirt clasped between his fingers and she nodded, clenching her thighs together, praying that he wouldn’t notice and, god forbid, smell her arousal. Zack had to force his salacious thoughts to the back of his mind when he lifted her skirt and pushed it up to bare her stomach. His cock throbbed and set a demanding rhythm he found hard to ignore. She was perfection, curvy hips, soft thighs, and a slightly rounded belly tapering from a very narrow waist. He fingered the top of her stretchy lace panties and murmured, “You do realize these will have to go.”
“Yes,” she whispered, finding it difficult to breath. “Oh!”
Zack whipped her panties over her hips and dragged them down her legs. Holly stared at him in shock, her eyes darting to the open door behind him. Catching her concern, he slammed the door closed and their eyes met. Hers widened when he deliberately locked the door, the soft click suddenly sounding ominous in the silent room. Holly watched him prowling closer, like a cat tracking its prey.
“Open your legs, baby.”
Holly didn’t even think about resisting and her legs fell open, watching as his eyes dropped to her waxed pussy now on display. He licked his lips and heat gushed from her pussy, setting that smile to hover on his lips once more. Walking closer she realized the height of the chair placed her pussy in perfect alignment with his cock. One she noticed straining against his pants.
Oh, my...what a big boy!
“Wider, baby. Drop your legs over the armrests for me.”
Holly lifted her legs and allowed them to fall over the armrest, feeling the coolness of the air teasing her completely spread open pussy. Zack reached out, trailing his fingers from her belly button over her tummy to brush the soft skin of her mound. Her hips lifted, straining towards his fingers, her clit on fire, thudding with the desire to feel those fingers fold around it.
Fuck his fingers, I want those lips to suck on it!
“What do you want, sweet baby?”
“I...you...”
“Hmmm...you’re right. I need to do a much closer inspection.”
Bending down, he swept his tongue over the soft skin his fingers had just touched, waiting...and when her hips lifted invitingly again, he swooped down, closing his lips around the already hard, swollen nub. Holly whimpered, her head falling back on the chair, heat sizzling through her veins, setting every cell in her body on fire.
Zack sucked the tender flesh into his mouth, the smoothness of it against his tongue was better than the best Belgium chocolate he had ever tasted. Sweeping his tongue over the tip, he sucked hard, nibbling on the juicy morsel until she thrashed against his mouth. The smell of her arousal drove him near insane as it made his cock throb painfully in his pants. Reaching down, he released the demanding flesh, growling against her clit as he felt the pressure build inside him.
Fuck, I won’t be able to hold back with this woman.
Unable to resist, he released her clit and allowed his lips to roam further down, he licked an enticing path down the length of her slit, tasting her aroma for the first time. One he knew he could easily become addicted to. Spearing his tongue inside her hot cavern, he surged deep, licking and drinking from her weeping pussy until he found the swollen area deep inside her. Brushing the tip of his tongue ruthlessly over it, he rubbed her clit, drawing the figure eight around it until Holly writhed in the chair, panting and pleading. Reaching down, she grabbed his head and held on. Smoothing his other hand over her belly, he pressed down hard, just above her mound and rubbed his thumb right on top of her clit.
Sweet lord, too much!
It felt as if he was rubbing and pressing on her G-spot and clit from all sides and Holly shattered. Her body arched in a bow against his mouth, her cries echoing in the room as Zack continued to feed her orgasm until she weakly sagged back in the chair.
Before Holly could recover he rose above her, growling in a harsh voice.
“Look at me, baby.”
Holly’s eyes fluttered open and he slammed into her, bottoming out so deep inside her it felt as if he tore her apart. Her scream pierced his ears and he nearly turned primal, shuddering against her as he forced his body to remain still. He was big and her cunt was so fucking tight he could barely breathe. The need to move and fuck her like a stallion in heat caused his body to tremble from the tip of his head to the soles of his feet.
“Baby...”
Holly was in awe of having him inside her. His huge cock throbbed like a heated spear, demanding to move. Her body was seized by the sheer pleasure of the intimacy, his turgid shaft pulsed invitingly inside her depths.
“Yes...fuck me!”
Zack didn’t wait for a second invitation, drew his cock back and thrust hard. Smiling with carnal pleasure, when another scream accompanied his entry.
“I love that husky scream of yours, baby. Think you have enough breath in you to give me more?”
“The hell with breathing. Just fuck me already!”
Holly had never felt such need, such lustful desire to be fucked. This time, when Zack thrust back into her he didn’t stop. Only, he didn’t go at it as she expected based on his first two thrusts. He set a slow, steady rhythm, watching every nuance of sensation that flashed over her face. When she gasped, rolling her eyes, he rumbled, “Yes, baby, that’s your spot.”
Then he started hammering into her, hitting that one spot mercilessly, building the pressure inside her so rapidly she couldn’t breathe. Her toes curled in her shoes as their combined haggard breathing barely registered with her. Her climax was building with brutal intensity, like an avalanche on the verge of thundering down the slope of a mountain. Holly was still smarting from how fast he had made her come with his tongue and here once more, she was racing toward another.
“Oh god!” she grunted as sensation assailed her, weakening her, yet tightening every muscle in her body. The pressure kept building and her body gathered...tightening and then as unstoppable as a tsunami, the climax rolled through her. Spasm after incredible spasm overwhelmed her, throwing her so far out to sea she felt like drowning and she shook violently.
Too much. Oh sweet lord. Too much pleasure.
For a moment she thought she would lose it, as a blinding light flashed behind her eyes and for a moment everything went black. Zack pounding into her raised her higher in the chair and she screamed as her womb contracted once more, milking at his thrusting cock with a forcefulness that yanked him along over the edge with her. Zack ground into her with vigorous strength, pouring his heat deep inside her pulsing pussy, his release mixing with hers as it slithered down her already drenched thighs.
“Holy fuck, baby. That was intense.”
His lips closed over hers and his kiss was ferocious, draining her of every vestige of strength she had left.
A week later
Holly stood in front of her mirror and removed the bandage just above her clit. Zack had told her not to remove it for at least a week and then return so he could make sure her skin was healing. It was beautiful. Zack had created a small, deep purple dragon standing on his hind legs with his talons and tail positioned protectively around her clit. Frowning, she noticed something else just above the dragon’s head. Stepping closer to the mirror a slow, pleased smile curved her lips. Just a single one word, but it said so much. It gave her the commitment she never expected to receive after their brief encounter.
Mine.