He sauntered out of my office, and it took all I had to not throw my pen at him. There was no way I was going to give into him this time.
It was quitting time. Definitely time to get out of here. I decided to check with Brett to see what he was up to.
Hey babe, what ya doin’?
At the shop. Should be done soon.
I suddenly had an idea. Brett had been harassing me to let him tattoo me. Maybe I should let him. Stay there. Be over in 20.
K, gorgeous. See ya then.
I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
I loved to visit Brett at his tattoo shop. He was so talented and proud of his shop. It was incredibly sexy to see him at work.
I parked my car in the back and slipped in the back door. I found him sitting in his office. Standing in the doorway, I watched him for a bit. He had a look of concentration on his face, and I couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes I was totally amazed that this tattooed hunk of a man was mine.
“Hey you,” I said, finally breaking the silence.
His face broke out into a huge grin when he saw me. “Hey there, gorgeous.” I smiled. It never got old hearing him call me that. He stood up immediately, coming to me, pulling me tight against him for a kiss. He gripped my hips as he attacked me with his lips.
I was breathless as our kiss ended. “Wow. What a greeting.”
He nuzzled my neck with his lips. “Mmmm...I missed you today.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, giving better access to the sensitive spot on my neck. “And I missed you.”
He nibbled my neck for a minute, and I could feel my nipples tighten beneath my bra. I pushed him away gently. If I didn’t tell him why I was here now, I would chicken out and never get that tattoo. “Brett...stop please.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I pulled my head back.
“Nothing is wrong, but, I didn’t come here to have sex,” I smiled when I saw the disappointment in his eyes. “Although it’s tempting...but anyway.” I took a deep breath. “I came for a tattoo.”
Brett’s mouth opened a little in surprise. “For real? You know I’ve been dying to get some ink on you.”
I nodded. “I know, and I didn’t want any. I’ve been thinking, though.” I slipped from his arms and went over to sit on the couch in the corner of his office. He followed me, sitting close. I laced my fingers with his. “These past few months have been amazing. You have transformed my life in so many ways. I feel as if I need some symbol of that, a permanent one.”
“So tattooing ‘Brett’s’ above your pussy is out?” He winked at me, a twinkle in his dark eyes.
I smacked him playfully. “I don’t need a tattoo there to know it’s yours.”
“Mmm...baby,” he put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me softly, “you’re all mine.”
I pressed my forehead to his. “All yours.”
A shiver went down my spine as we sat there silently for a bit, Brett moving his hands softly up and down my arms.
He planted a kiss on the top on my head. “So what’re we going to tattoo on you? And where?”
I pointed to my left hip. “Well, I was thinking something small here. But I still wasn’t sure what.”
“A tattoo is kind of a big deal. It’s with you forever. Why don’t you let me design you something? I have a few ideas.”
I looked up at him. “You would do that for me?”
He smiled and pulled me close. “Of course I would do that for you, gorgeous. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you when I finally get you in that tattoo chair either.” I felt my sex clench, squeezing my thighs together at his words.
I stood up. “Take me home and fuck me?”
He stood with a groan. “God, I love when you talk like that. I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
I grinned and brushed the front of his jeans with my hand, feeling his erection. I pressed up onto my tiptoes, my lips nearly brushing his. “Then you better hurry up here. I’m leaving now. I may or may not start without you.”
He growled and smacked my ass as I turned to walk to the door. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I expect you naked and on my bed when I get there.”
“Yes, sir! See you in a bit!” I called out as I walked down the hallway. My panties were soaked and I didn’t know if I could wait for Brett to get there before I had to get off. I smiled to myself as I got into my car. Maybe I would have to put on a little show for him tonight.
Chapter 9
The week went by in a blur. We were lying together Wednesday night after another marathon sex session when Brett reminded me of our conversation the week before.
“Have you thought anymore about what we talked about the other night?” He ran his fingers through my thick, messy hair.
I stretched and yawned, snuggling into him. “About?”
He kissed my forehead. “Sebastian.”
My heart started to race. “Oh yeah.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, gorgeous.”
“That’s not it, babe. I’ve just been so busy, I haven’t had time.” I kissed his chest. “And you don’t really leave much room for me to even think about anyone else.”
“I know, I know.”
“But,” I leaned up on my elbow, looking at him, “since you brought it up, yes, I will do it if you want.”
His eyes lit up. “Are you sure, gorgeous? I want you to do it because you want to do it, not just because I want you to.”
I nodded furiously. “Yes, babe. I want to. I’ll do it.”
He flipped me over in the bed, covering me with his strong length. His cock pressed at the apex of my thighs. He brushed the hair away from my face as he looked down at me. “Thank you.” He leaned down to kiss me as he spread my legs with his knees.
I moaned and arched under him as he slid deep inside me. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do me,” he murmured against my neck as he started moving atop me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. He bent over me, trapping a nipple between his lips, bathing it with his tongue. I whimpered and threaded my fingers into his hair, holding him against me. He sucked my sensitive flesh into his mouth as he moved and rubbed his cock against my G-spot. “Brett, I’m going to come.”
He lifted his head, looking up at me. “Do it, gorgeous. Come all over my cock.”
His words were my undoing, and I shattered around him, my pussy clamping down on his cock, pulsing around it. My body bowed up off the bed as he thrust one last time, releasing deep inside me, crying out my name.
He collapsed on top of me and planted tiny kisses on my shoulder. “Mmm...baby, you drive me crazy. I can’t get enough of you.”
I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, his muscles rippling under my touch. “And I can’t get enough of you.”
He rested his head on my chest and I held him for a few minutes, his heart beating against mine.
I had a feeling we were definitely in for an adventure, letting Sebastian into our bed.
***
Brett talked to Sebastian the next day, making plans for us to meet at a nearby hotel around eight Friday night. I didn’t get much done at work that day, thinking about what was going to happen that night. I finally got out of work around five. Brett had texted me earlier that afternoon to tell me that he would have my clothes laid out for me to wear tonight.
I walked into the bedroom and smiled when I saw what he had chosen. Of course he had set out his favorite black garter belt and stockings. There also was a black, almost sheer baby doll dress and my black heels. Desire started to pool between my legs as I thought about Sebastian and how he would react when he saw me dressed in that outfit.
I took off my jeans and sweater and headed to the bathroom to shower.
Brett and I had decided that there would be no pressure tonight. If I didn’t feel comfortable or want to fuck Sebastian, I didn’t have to. We were going to me
et at the hotel, have some drinks and then we would see where the night took us.
I stood under the shower, closing my eyes, letting the hot water run over me. My eyes flew open when I heard Brett enter. Suddenly, his strong hard body was behind me.
“Hi, gorgeous.” His lips were on my ear.
I sighed. “Am I glad to see you.”
“You are?” He spun me around and pulled me against him. I gasped when I felt his already-hard cock press along my belly.
“Mmhmm,” I ran my hands between us, taking him in my hand and stroking.
He let out a groan. “God, baby, you are insatiable. I fucking love it.”
I laughed softly. “It’s your fault, you know.” I continued to stroke him.
“Is it now?” He kissed my lips softly. “How is that?”
I leaned over and ran my tongue up his neck. “Oh, I think you know.”
“Mmmm...Yes, I do. I unleashed that kinky girl inside you that has been dying to get out. He kissed me again. This time more intensely. “I can’t wait to see how you look while he fucks you.”
He suddenly stopped and spun me around. His hardness pressed against the crack of my ass. I moaned and pushed back into him.
“You are so fucking hot. But remember, you are mine.” He whispered his words harshly into my ear as he snaked his hand around me, squeezing my breast, pinching the nipple. All I could do was whimper and nod my agreement.
He put his hand on my back and bent me forward slightly. He entered me swiftly with a grunt. I cried out as he filled me. He grabbed my hips, slamming into me.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come while I fuck you.”
I shuddered and whimpered, moving my hand between my legs. My clit was so swollen already. In fact, I had walked around in a constant state of arousal since we had decided to give this fantasy of Brett’s a try.
He continued to pound me, the hot water pouring over us. I moved my finger over my clit faster while my other hand moved out to brace myself on the shower wall.
“Baby, I am so close.” He groaned and quickened his pace, digging his fingers into my hips as he continued to pound me.
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Come for me.”
My body tensed, and I cried out his name as I came hard around him. He thrust one last time and roared my name into my ear as he emptied inside me. He rested his head against my back as we stood there for a minute, recovering. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to kill me.”
“But what a way to go.” I turned around and kissed him. “Now scoot so that I can get ready.”
He laughed. “Ok, ok. But remember, no matter what happens tonight, you are mine.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him softly. “I know, baby. Always.”
He grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. He dried off, watching me as I started to shave my legs.
“I better get out of here or I’ll attack you again. You look so hot with your leg propped up there.”
I rolled my eyes. “Now go!”
He laughed and walked out of the bathroom to get dressed.
I finished in the shower and got dressed. As I slipped my dress on over my bare skin, I squeezed my thighs together. I was thankful to Brett for taking the edge off, but I still was so turned on.
I walked out of the bedroom and cleared my throat. Brett’s gaze was glued to the football game, and he hadn’t even noticed me walk into the room.
“Are you ready - Whoa...” He stopped talking as soon as he looked up and saw me. Guess the outfit that he’d picked out did the trick. My makeup was tastefully done, and I left my long, blonde hair down around my shoulders. He got up, came over to me, then cupped my face. He looked down at me, his eyes full of emotion. “Maybe I don’t want to share you.”
I lifted a hand to touch his. “If that’s what you want. We can’t do this unless we both want it.”
He kissed my forehead. “No, I want to.” He took my hand. “Let’s go, baby.”
Chapter 10
We left the apartment, walking to his car. He opened the door for me. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” He went around the car and got in.
As we drove to the hotel, he took my hand. “We should have a few rules for this, I think.”
I nodded.
“First, which we are already doing - no one else at our apartments - ever. Those are our spots for just us.”
“I totally agree.” He brushed the back of my hand with his lips, and I shivered.
“No kissing on the mouth. Too intimate.”
“Agreed.”
“And finally, no anal. That’s my spot, when you are ready, and my spot alone.” He glanced at me, his eyes dark.
I nodded again. Brett had not hidden his desire to fuck me there. He used a finger or two in my ass, but so far that was it. Someday I would let him fuck my ass, and I knew he was looking forward to it.
“Is that ok? Do those sound good? Do you have anything else to add?”
“Not really. Those all sound good. The only other one is that you always have to be there. I’m never with someone else if you aren’t there.”
“Of course. And don’t worry, Sebastian and I have already discussed these rules and he agreed.”
I looked out the window, my sex throbbing a little thinking about these two men talking about this.
We drove the rest of the way to the hotel in silence. He pulled into a parking lot and came around to open my door. He took my hand, and we walked inside the lobby. He kissed my cheek. “Wait here while I check in. Sebastian won’t be here for another half an hour.”
I sat in the lobby, looking around. I was so nervous but so turned on too. Were we really going to do this? Will it wreck our relationship? I didn’t think so, but I would be lying if I didn’t say a part of me was a little bit worried.
He soon came up to me with that boyish grin that made my stomach flip-flop, holding the room key. “Let’s go to our room.” He offered a hand to help me up.
We got settled in our room and had a drink, making small-talk. We were both nervous and on edge in anticipation of our evening ahead.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when Brett’s phone beeped. He glanced at it and then looked at me. “It’s Sebastian. Are you ready, baby?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes.”
He texted him back, letting him know our room number. He put his phone in his pocket and walked over to me. He kissed me passionately, holding me tight. When the kiss ended, he pulled back, looking at me. “You know I love you, right? And this only makes me love you and want you more.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “I know. And I love you. I just don’t want you to think you aren’t man enough for me, because you most certainly are.” I grinned, moving a hand between us and over the front of his pants, feeling his excitement.
“I know. It’s not about that. This is about you. I want to give you all the pleasure in the world...fulfill every fantasy you have...make all of your dreams come true.”
My eyes filled with tears, and I whispered, “Oh baby, you already have.”
Our moment was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. “He’s here. Let’s do this.” I squeezed Brett’s hand and gave him a nervous smile.
He went to the door and let Sebastian in. My nipples tightened immediately as I caught my first glimpse of him. He was at least three or four inches taller than Brett, who was a tall man. He had his shoulder-length, black hair tied back, just like the first time I met him. I thought about running my hands through it as he was on top of me, or going down on me, or fucking me.
My cheeks were warm, and my pussy got even wetter at the thought. He was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather coat that hugged his muscles. He definitely worked out.
He was different than Brett and that excited me. Brett had that “bad boy” look but I knew he was really a sweetie. Sebastian seemed like a genuine “bad boy”. And I couldn’t wait to find out just how ba
d.
He shook Brett’s hand as he walked in and then glanced over at me. “Wow. You look amazing. Brett, you are one lucky SOB.”
Brett smiled at me. “I sure am. Would you like a drink, man?”
“Nah, I am good.” He strode up next to me. His legs were so long it seemed as if he’d just taken a few steps before reaching me.
My heart start to race, my blood pounding in my ears. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. And I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to.
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