Page 28 of Four Tattoos
Hutch and Christian are in the kitchen when I hear Rose pull into the driveway. I’m not sure where Mace is, but I’m the one who makes it to the door first.
“Oh, hi,” she says, a pretty smile on her pink lips when I open the door just before her hand makes contact to knock.
I nod a greeting, my eyes drinking in the way the fabric of her dress stretches across her chest and clings to her hips before it falls loosely to her knees. When I bring my eyes back up to meet hers, her dark lashes hypnotize me. How does she get more beautiful every time I see her?
She seems surprised that it’s me answering the door. Her eyes drop toward the ground, those thick lashes fluttering in a way that somehow feels like a finger stroking the length of my cock.
“C’mere.” I pull her across the threshold and into my arms, covering her mouth with mine, tasting those sweet lips. I had no plan and no prior intention; the impulse overtook me, and by the way she’s responding, I can tell she was having a similar impulse.
She presses her body closer to mine, one of her hands gripping a handful of the back of my t-shirt. She kisses me back like she’s been thinking about it all day, and my dick is instantly hard from the way her lips move against mine, and her distinctive flavor.
Stepping us backward into the entry, my hands survey those curvy hips I’d just been eyeing. It registers that she’s holding something, so I take it from her hand—it’s a small potted plant—and hastily set it on the floor, only interrupting our kiss for a second before I return, hungry for more.
Now she has two hands free, and she makes good use of that fact, her fingers probing the muscles in my back, while I cup her face and try to get even closer to her.
“Why don’t you two get a room?” It’s Christian who mumbles this, but I can’t be bothered to decide if he’s irritated. Instead, I take his suggestion and scoop Rose into my arms, carrying her like a bride around the corner, down the hall, and straight into my room, where I kick the door shut behind us.
Reading my intention, her breathing grows shallow and her hands more desperate to touch me as I set her on the edge of the bed. I kneel in front of her, reaching under her dress to find the thin straps of her underwear. As soon as I have them off and out of my way, I bury my head between her legs, where I taste the evidence of her desire.
She’s already so wet, nearly dripping for me. It’s more than I can lick in a few swipes, and it’d be a shame to waste it.
When I stand to push her back on the bed, her hands go straight to my belt and start working it open. She moans in frustration when I step away, but I quickly return from my bedside table, condom packet in hand, and finish the job she started, wasting no time getting my pants open and unrolling the rubber onto my rock-hard erection.
Her eyes are fixed on my cock, her tongue darting out to lick her plump lower lip as I grab her hips and slide her closer. The bed is too low, so I tug her hips upward, causing her upper body to collapse flat onto the bed as her legs spread wider for me, her glistening pink pussy ripe and ready.
With a firm grip on her thighs, I plunge into her. Her mouth felt incredible on my cock the other night, but her pussy is an entirely different kind of amazing. Hardly two or three minutes have passed since I greeted her at the door, but it already feels like I’ve waited too long to be inside her.
She cries out when I’m fully buried in her, and checking her face, I see that it’s a cry of pleasure, not pain, though sometimes there’s a fine line.
I draw my hips back, my cock slick with her juices, and press back home, her inner walls massaging me from all sides. Her body bounces on the bed as I start to fuck her, and I regret not taking an extra couple of seconds to tear her dress off.
“Take your tits out,” I tell her, my voice raspier than usual.
Her eyes are fixed to mine as she does as she’s told, pushing her dress off of her shoulders and pulling her breasts out of the lacy bra cups that concealed them. Now I get to watch her tits bounce as I bang into her. It’s a great position, but it lacks accessibility.
“Play with your nipples for me.”
She hesitates for a long moment, and the little display of shyness only makes her more appealing. Finally, she raises her hand to her breast, brushing her palm over the nipple, then plucking at it with her thumb and forefinger. “Like this?” she asks.
I nod my response, needing to turn some of my focus inward to make sure I don’t get off too fast.
“You like watching me play with my breasts?”
Oh fuck,if she’s going to talk about what she’s doing, I’m going to need to devote even more focus to my willpower.
“I loved sucking your cock the other night,” she says, and I grit my teeth. “Your cock is so big, and it tasted so good.”
“Rose.” I mutter her name as a warning. I adjust my hold on her, moving my hands closer to her center, where I can support the weight of her legs and play with her clit at the same time.
“Oh god. Oh, that feels so good, Zipper.”
I need her to come right now.
I press down on her clit, moving my thumb in a small circle, while I angle my hips to hit a different spot inside her. Thank fuck, it does the trick.
Her knees press into my sides as her back arches further off the bed, her body like a live wire sending out sparks.
I fuck her harder, focusing my last remaining remnants of control on sending her off into a strong orgasm, but when her pussy starts to throb around my cock, squeezing me tighter than she’d already been doing, I lose my shit entirely.