Skin Deep

by Alicia White

  “I have no idea why you shaving me turns me on. If this turns me on, it makes me wonder what having you in my bed would do to me.” He hated the silence in the room. It always started out this way, and then the buzzing of the machine would start and Selene would talk to him. He tried to shock her usually, and it worked. Her face turned a pretty shade of pink.

  “I don’t know. I guess it depends on who’s in charge. Are you an in-charge kind of guy? Or are you more the type of guy who takes orders?” She moved the razor over his skin in smooth, gentle strokes and he watched her.

  “I’m definitely an in-charge kind of guy.” His words came out low, and he wondered what she was thinking in that pretty head of hers. She didn’t say anything, but he did see her lips move as she smiled.

  “Selene?”

  “Yeah?” She looked up and put the razor down. She wiped his skin and grabbed the stencil.

  “I’m sure you hear this all the time, but you are so incredibly beautiful. Do guys tell you that every day?”

  “You tell me every time I see you. Thanks though. I’m sure you hear that all the time, too.” She presented him with a huge smile.

  “I’m so hard right now.” He was surprised that he said that aloud. She didn’t seem to be shocked by his statement.

  “Take it out. Show me.” He stopped breathing for a minute and stared at her. Did she really just say that? His mind went blank. “Show. Me. Your. Cock.” Her words rang loud and clear, and Nicholas moved onto his back and unzipped his dress slacks. He pulled his cock out and held it in his palm. He liked her being in charge. He wanted her to watch him and tell him to do more. He stared at her, watching her eyes travel down his body and feast on his cock.

  “Jack off for me. I want to watch you.” She stood up next to the table, and Nicholas moved his hand slowly at first up and down his cock. He wasn’t sure he could do this, but he wanted to please her. He wanted her to know what she did to him. Seeing her once a month in the shop or around the casino wasn’t enough. She grabbed a towel and handed it to him, and he laid it across his chest, knowing this performance wasn’t going to last long.

  He stared at her, her beautiful porcelain skin, her thick hair. He moved his eyes down her body, loving her full breasts pressed against her tight T-shirt. Her nipples pebbled for him, and he smiled. He licked his lips, wishing he could have them in his mouth once more. His attention went lower to her worn leather pants. They clung tightly to her thighs, and he wondered how hard it would be to strip her out of them.

  He began fisting his erection faster, pulling on his dick harder, imaging her. He pretended her juices still covered his face from their last visit, and he thought about her perfect, full lips surrounding his cock. He clenched his teeth, feeling his muscles tighten. He didn’t take his eyes off her as his climax shot out the tip of his cock.

  Hot cum ran over his fingers and onto the towel. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. He wiped himself off, feeling so much more relaxed. He folded the towel and moved it behind him, not wanting her to touch it.

  “Wow...You’re so sexy.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek and then moved back to sit in the chair next to the table. She grabbed the stencil off the table and rolled the chair closer. He quickly tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up, moving once more to his side to give her space to work. He wasn’t sure how to feel now that the exciting moment was over. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. Hell, he was a thirty-eight-year-old man. What man his age would act the way he just had? She pressed the stencil down on his skin and rubbed the back of it with antiseptic.

  “You got quiet on me, Nicholas.”

  “Sorry. I guess I’m feeling a little humiliated. I can’t believe I just did that. You must think I’m a total loser.” The climactic high was wearing off, and he began to feel a little ill over what he had just done.

  “You shouldn’t be. I loved it. You’re so hot when you come. I don’t think you’re a loser. Jeez, stop being so hard on yourself. I think you are incredibly hot.” She rubbed the stencil once more before removing it in one fluid pull.

  “I hope I didn’t embarrass you.” He stared at her, hoping she saw the sincerity in his eyes. He wanted to apologize more but kept his mouth shut.

  “No. You didn’t embarrass me. In fact, I wanted to suck that perfect, cut, nine-inch cock. Believe me.” His cock jerked at her words, and he looked at her in awe. He loved bold women who said exactly what they thought. If experience here at Skin Deep taught him anything, it was that Selene was a huge surprise. She changed his whole thought process on women. Whenever he came to the shop, she was always so amazing.

  “Are you dating anyone? I mean…any special guy in your life?” He held his breath, unsure of what she would say.

  “No…not really,” she said. Her answer was vague, and he wanted to push, but he kept his mouth shut. The tattoo gun started to buzz, and he could feel the sharp, tiny needle run over his skin.

  Chapter 2

  Selene set up her tattoo gun and attached the needle. The ink was already laid out, and her area was ready thanks to Lexi. It was nice to have a good assistant in the shop who knew what she was doing and could help the artists. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing and not to focus on Nicholas. They had been playing this game for a while now.

  She pumped the foot pedal, listening to the buzz of the motor. After adjusting it, she put on a new set of gloves and moved closer to him ready to get to work.

  “Are you ready?” She looked up at him and, at his nod, moved closer, and started the outline. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, and Selene knew that after a year of being in this room, he was probably used to the small amount of pain.

  “Do you ever date clients? I mean, would you consider going on a date with me?”

  She stopped the machine for a minute and looked at him. “You want to date me?” She wasn’t sure what to think or even what to say.

  “Yeah. I do. Would that be weird?” he asked her, and she resumed her work, trying to find the right words but failing miserably.

  “No. It’s not weird. It sounds kind of nice.” She didn’t look up at him this time, she just stared at his skin. She loved her job, but more than that, she loved seeing the artwork come to life.

  “Are you saying yes?” His voice sounded a little gruff, and she wondered what he was thinking. Could she really go on a date with him? Could almost a year of fantasizing turn into something more than dinner? Would she be thinking about Damon the whole time? The questions ran through her mind, and she didn’t have the answers.

  “I’m not saying no.” She just hoped that she didn’t overthink it because if she did, she would end up saying no. That’s what usually happened. Men would come into the shop to get work done and hit on her the whole time, and then when the flirting was over, they would ask her out. She usually pictured Damon and said no. It was easier that way. Nobody got hurt.

  She felt his body relax as he lay on his side, both arms pillowing his head. His body was a work of art, not huge muscles like Damon. He was more lean and athletic, his muscles cut.

  “What time are you done for the day?” He usually talked a lot during his tattoos, and she wondered if it helped to keep his mind off the pain.

  “I’m not sure. My schedule varies daily. It depends on how busy things are.” She knew that she wasn’t staying all night, but she didn’t want to say too much yet. She had already made plans with Damon, and she wasn’t going to disappoint him.

  “There is an art show tonight, here at the casino. I’m sure you’d love it. Can I take you?” She hoped that it wasn’t the same show Damon was taking her to. She didn’t want to ruin this fantasy for either one of them.

  “I’m sorry. I’m busy tonight. I already made plans.” The room was silent except for the tattoo gun and his breathing. She bit her lip and wondered what she should say. Did she want to go out with him? She concentrated on the outline, wanting it to be perfect. “Maybe some other time.” Their tim
e together was short, and she wanted to complete her task, so she stopped talking and focused on working. The piece was almost complete, after a year of working nonstop it was all coming together. When it was complete, would she ever see him again? She had come to value the time with him. That thought made her realize that maybe she should give him a chance.

  The next couple of hours seemed to go by quickly, and she could hear people coming and going from the shop. She liked being secluded in the back room, though. It gave her lots of privacy, and she didn’t have to pay attention to anything besides her client. She put the machine down and stepped back, grabbing some paper towels so she could wipe him down.

  “Go take a look in the mirror. Let me know what you think.” She stepped back from the table and watched him move off and walk to the large mirror in the room. She admired him as he went, watching his muscles flex. He stared at her work, and again she wished she was inside his head to know what he was thinking.

  Nicholas looked at it for a while, and then he looked up and stared into her eyes. “That is exactly what I wanted. I can’t believe the whole scene is almost complete.” He smiled, but she realized that his eyes still looked a little sad. Maybe he would miss her as much as she would miss him?

  “Good. I’m glad you like it.” He walked over to her, and she put new gloves on before spreading ointment over his tattoo. Then she covered it with a sterile bandage, making sure to tape it securely to his skin. “Keep it clean and moist. Do you still have the cream I gave you?”

  “I’ll grab another one from the front on my way out.” She stared at his lips and wondered if she should make a move. She didn’t have to make a decision, though. Nicholas pushed his hands into her hair and pulled her close slowly. He gave her plenty of time to pull back or to tell him to stop. Instead, she went to him willingly.

  His lips touched hers, and he was surprisingly assertive. He held her tighter, and she opened her mouth, giving him access. His tongue swooped in and tangled with hers. She could feel his cock harden and lengthen against her hip, and she moved, wanting to feel him. She licked at his mouth, loving the taste and feel of him. He was a god, and she was glad that she had this moment right now to be with him and him alone. All her dirty fantasies came rushing to the forefront of her mind.

  “Take off your clothes.” His voice was rough and commanding, and it shocked her for a moment. This was a completely new side of him, and her heart rate picked up, beating rapidly in her chest. She watched him remove his pants until he was standing before her naked and hard. She couldn’t seem to move. “I said off.” His words were clipped, and she started to move, pulling her T-shirt off. She unclipped her bra next, pulling each strap off her shoulder and throwing it down as well. Next were her pants and panties. She stared at him the whole time until she, too, stood in front of him naked.

  “Come here.” Selene took a few steps to close the gap between them. When he cupped her face, she was ready for his lips. Instead, he surprised her by moving her toward the tattoo table. He pushed her back onto it and came down on top of her. His skin felt hot, and she shivered, loving the contact. She spread her thighs, letting him closer to her, wanting to feel every bit of his skin on hers. Their mouths met, and their tongues dueled. She rubbed her core against his cock, feeling needy. It had been too damn long since she’d been touched.

  He moved then, stopping their kiss. He grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs ever farther apart. He swooped down and shocked her even more by licking her pussy like a starving man. She was sweating. She was panting, and she loved every second of it. She felt his fingertips touch the entrance to her pussy, and she held her breath, needing to be filled. He pushed in slowly while he sucked her clit, and Selene didn’t know if she would survive. He looked up at her and they locked gazes.

  “Do you like that? Do you like my fingers inside your tight little pussy?” She moaned, wishing she could speak and beg for more. This was so unlike him or at least what she thought he was. He wasn’t the shy type. He was demanding, and she loved it. He drove his fingers deeper, pumping them in and out of her pussy, and she wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to let her come. Suddenly he stopped.

  “Why did you stop?” She could feel her own juices leaking down her thighs, and her words came out more breathless than anything else.

  “You want more?” He grinned at her.

  “Yes.”

  “Get on the table and spread your legs wide. I’ll give you more.” He didn’t take his eyes off her. She moved onto the table and got comfortable, biting her lip, stopping herself from saying anything more to him. She watched him as well, staring at his cock as clear liquid formed at the tip. He came onto the table, and she was glad that it was sturdy and could take their combined weight.

  She held her breath as he came over her. She didn’t want romance, she just wanted to get fucked by this man. She could feel the head of his cock as he moved it over her, rubbing the head against her clit. He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at her pussy, and with one strong thrust, pushed in. His cock was huge, and she felt a pinch of pain as her body tried to get accustomed to his size. She groaned and grabbed the sides of the table with clenched fists.

  “You like that, baby?” He moved slowly, pulling his cock out of her body and then pushing his length back in. She felt full and wished he would ride her hard and deep.

  “Yes.” She pushed her hips up silently, begging him for more. “Fuck me.”

  “I am fucking you.” He pulled out slowly and thrust back in harder this time. She felt the table move but didn’t stop to think about it or care if anyone could hear. She moved her hands above her head and pretended she was bound. She pretended she was his slave. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over her at those thoughts, and she moved her hips, meeting every hard thrust. She felt more of her juices coat his cock and stared at him. He sat up on his knees, grabbed her thighs, and threw them over his forearms. He pounded her pussy harder, and she felt him touch something deep inside her.

  “I want you on your knees.” He pulled out of her and helped her to turn over. He pushed her chest down onto the table, and Selene immediately put her hands above her head. He grabbed her hips with his large hands and shoved his cock deep into her pussy again. He built up a quick, rough rhythm that had her moaning. She shoved her hips back at him. His cock rubbed against her G-spot, and she knew she was getting close.

  “I want to come. Please make me come.” She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care. The only relief she had lately was her favorite toy, and it didn’t compare to this moment.

  “Touch your clit, baby. I know you’re close. I can feel it.” She pictured him on his knees behind her, holding her with his large hands, sweat trickling down his body. She moved her right hand down her body and touched her swollen clit. She could feel her climax growing and knew it wouldn’t take long. Using her fingers, she rubbed her clit with quick movements, thinking of all the dirty things she wanted him to do to her. She wanted him to tie her up. She wanted to feel his hands on her ass while he spanked her. She even thought about him shoving his hard cock into her ass.

  “Oh, God. Nicholas…oh, fuck! I’m there. Oh, God! I’m coming!” She felt her inner muscles ripple and squeeze his cock as a strong climax rolled through her entire body. She was shaking, yelling out his name as rainbow colors played behind her eyelids.

  She felt him pull out of her body, and he roared his completion. She felt ribbons of creamy, hot cum spray across her back, and she panted, wishing they had more time together. She took a deep breath and smelt only sweat and cum in the small room. She didn’t move as Nicholas got off the table. A minute later she felt his cum begin wiped off her body with a rough paper towel. She felt a little confused and really wanted to say something, but didn’t really know what to even say.

  She turned her head and watched as he got dressed. She got off the table and grabbed her clothes off the chair. Obviously, they weren’t going to cuddle. She hadn’t expected anything, but sh
e felt a pang in her heart. She shook her head and quickly got dressed. She had more appointments before meeting Damon. Her fantasy was over, and so was his. They fucked, and that was it. She felt dirty.

  She didn’t have any real experience with men. She kept her distance, especially emotionally. The only man who knew her was Damon, and right now, she wished he were here to hold her. She shook her head, knowing that they were step siblings and that things might not work out. She moved from the room before the moment became more awkward. She needed distance. She knew she would see him again, they weren’t through with his tattoo, but right now she needed to get out of the small room.

  She moved quickly, opening the door and breathing in air that wasn’t thick with sex. He didn’t say anything or even try to stop her, and she felt a little ill. She walked into the main shop and people were everywhere, customers and artists. The music was loud, and she was glad that nobody heard her in the back room. Instead of stopping to talk, she walked out of the shop and into the casino. She needed to clear her mind. She didn’t stop again until she was outside in the sun. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the heat soak into her skin.

  * * * *

  Nicholas watched Selene get dressed and wondered if she regretted what had happened. He had been seeing her for a year now, and every time they were together, their flirting escalated. He felt guilty. He’d taken her in a private tattoo room their first time together. She deserved a bed, clean sheets, and hours of pleasure. Instead, he’d given her a hard, fast fuck. He watched her leave the room and wanted so badly to stop her, to grab her and hold her, but he couldn’t seem to think straight. He shoved a hand through his short hair and realized that he’d made a huge mistake.