Under Her Skin

by Aria Cole

  “Like what?” she purred.

  “Pierce those pretty pink nipples, for one.” I slipped my hand between her thighs, fingertips connecting with the heat of her flaming pussy. “Maybe pierce this sweet little clit too.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath of air when I applied pressure, swirling at the little bud beneath the layers of clothing separating me from it. Separating me from the goddamned promised land.

  “I need to find out if your cunt tastes as pretty as it smells.” I lifted her onto the table we used to pierce clients, sliding my hands up her thighs and pulling them apart so I could nestle right between them. My dick made contact with her pussy and throbbed with every ragged beat of my heart.

  “I’m so wet…” she whimpered as my hands slid into her hair. My lips attached to hers, teeth dragging across the bottom lip and then swirling away the pain I’d caused. Nipping and licking, I tasted her hot mouth. Her soft tongue tangled with mine before her hands were locking around my head and she was inching closer.

  Her cunt crushed tighter against my cock.

  Her breaths mingled with mine.

  Our tongues burned up together before this room suddenly felt way too small, the oxygen depleted and replaced with a heady mix of sex and sin.

  “Haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Sienna. Since the moment you walked into my shop, you know how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about burying myself inside you?”

  “How many times?” Her breath against my neck about unraveled me.

  “Three.”

  “Three?” Her lips trailed across my throat.

  “Three times today. Four times yesterday.”

  “Four times yesterday?”

  “Wanna know what made me come, doll face?”

  “What?” The word came out breathlessly. Her eyes were wide and riveted to me now.

  A crooked grin turned up my lips as I enjoyed the memory of the fantasy. “Imagining the way you’ll scream my name when I make you come so hard the neighbors hear.”

  “River…” She clamped down on her lip, cheeks flaming.

  “I want to see your ass as red as your cheeks after I bend you over my knee.” I refused her the chance to reply when my lips covered hers again, my fingers working at her hem and raising the fabric up her thighs. I lifted her ass off the table, pushing her panties down her legs before dropping to my knees and rubbing my nose up the seam of her soaked cunt.

  “Fuck, doll face, your pussy is even prettier than I imagined. It’s so pink and soft, I want to own every part of it. I want you to know this stunning, dripping cunt is mine and mine alone.”

  Her hands pushed into my hair when I angled her hips off the table, shoving my face between her legs and sliding my tongue up the slippery seam. She sighed and arched into me, digging her pussy against my face as I sucked and lapped. I nipped at her clit, pulling the sensitive flesh through my teeth and then eased away the bite of pain with my tongue. She sighed, fingers tightening into my hair before her thighs began to shake around my head.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Spread your sweet cunt all over my face. My cock’s been so fucking hard thinking about tasting you, fucking you with my tongue, and making you scream. Let me hear you, doll.” I dragged my teeth across her clit again, adding a finger and sliding it past the entrance of her pussy, feeling her walls shake and suck my finger into her body like it belonged there. “I’m the only man you let touch you from here on. You got it, Sienna?”

  Her head nodded, eyes slammed tightly closed as soft moans fell from her lips.

  “Say it, Sienna. No bullshit. I taste this pussy, that makes it mine.” I slid a second finger in, enjoying the way she gasped and her hips arched off the table. Her knees crushed my ears, and I locked my lips around that delectable little nub, nursing all the come from her she had to give. She gasped, moaned, and sucked in ragged pants as her fingernails loosened from around my head. “That’s fucking beautiful.”

  I stood, looping my arms around her waist and yanking her against me, anxious to relieve the pressure burning in my balls. I’d never done this before, never gave a single fuck about a woman enough to even think about kissing her, much less making her come so hard she didn’t forget my name.

  “I did not expect that.” She finally crooked a grin up at me.

  “You look even more gorgeous after an orgasm.” I held her cheeks, the pads of my thumbs caressing the angles of her cheekbones as I laid a soft kiss on her lips. I melded us, singeing the air around us, and putting every single ounce of raw desire inside of me into her.

  “I can’t believe I have to go back out there and face Dev and Jericho. Do you think they’ll know?” Her fingertips pressed into the hard muscle at my neck and sent fireworks cascading through my body, one limb at a time.

  “If I did my job, they sure as hell will know.” I pulled her lips to mine in another kiss, this time rougher, a little more desperate. “If I could close the shop, I would in a heartbeat and spend the rest of the night right here with you.”

  “They’d definitely know then.”

  “That they would, doll face,” I breathed into her soft hair. Shuddering my eyes closed, I sucked in a ragged breath. “Don’t know how I'm going to control myself with you.”

  “Who said you had to?”

  “Christ, Sienna.” I rested my forehead against hers. My cock pounded painfully behind my zipper, the prettiest girl I’d ever seen currently wrapped in my arms, the taste of her pussy on my lips.

  I’d done something very fucking right in my life to be right here with her at this moment.

  “Best decision of my damn life hiring you.”

  I felt the grin against my lips.

  “I’d say so.”

  I smiled, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands and hoisting her off the table and around my hips. “We should get back to work.”

  “You’ve probably got a client,” she sighed against my lips.

  “Nah, cleared my schedule to show you around this afternoon. Got to cut out early tonight for this thing with my sister anyway.”

  “A thing?”

  “A gig thing.” I couldn't help the growl in my voice. “She plays drums, really good at it too. But she’s in this garage band with a bunch of guys. I hate the whole fucking pack of them. But they’ve got talent, rock and roll with some rap thrown in, pretty good stuff. You want to come with me tonight?” I set her on her feet, beginning to pull the panties up her thighs before straightening her skirt.

  “I would, but my dad gets ragey when I’m out late. Just the fact that I have a job is testing his every last nerve, apparently.”

  “Really?” I arched an eyebrow. “My dad had me out of the house working by thirteen.”

  She shrugged. “He isn’t around much, but he likes to be controlling when he is there.”

  “Sounds like a shit deal.”

  “Pretty much.” She walked ahead of me, hand on the doorknob.

  “What’d he say when you told him you were working at a tattoo parlor?”

  Her grin slid sideways, eyes twinkling. “I didn't.”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “Rebel, are ya?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Helluva lot of times by the looks of it.”

  “Don’t judge.”

  “Please, I’m the last man to judge.” I held up my arms. “You haven’t even see what’s under the clothes.”

  Her cheeks flamed. “I saw this…”

  Her fingers burned a trail along my collarbone when her fingertips darted across the licks of ink peeking out of the neckline of my shirt. “Memorial piece.”

  One eyebrow arched as she pulled the neckline of my shirt down a little more. “Looks detailed.”

  “Took three sittings.” I caught her hand in mine, anxious to avert this line of conversation. “Dev did it.”

  She nodded, mind working with unspoken thoughts.

  “Really fucking glad you took the job, doll face.”

  “I think
you said something like that already.” Her smile softened my heart.

  “I fucking mean it. Best you know this now, but I call shit like I see it. I don’t hold back. I say what’s on my mind, no filter, honest as fuck.” I pushed my hands under her shirt, making contact with her milky, soft skin. “You good with that?”

  “I’m great with that.” She smiled almost innocently.

  I connected our lips again, falling a little deeper, a lot harder into her all over again.

  FOUR

  River

  The next few weeks went by on fast-forward, and Sienna fit in at the shop just like she’d always been there.

  Dev had taken her under her wing, and they’d soon formed this little girl-power group of two that half irritated me when they rode my ass and talked about redecorating the shop, and half made me smile because it was good for Dev to have a girlfriend. I had a feeling it was good for Sienna too.

  She didn't seem to have a great home life, her eyes usually downcast and a little dark when she came in in the morning.

  I’d been biting my tongue about bringing her back to my place, but the only thing that stopped me was crossing the line too soon. Sienna was special. Something down deep and dark inside her pulled me, made me want to protect her, to claim her as mine, and to vow to cover her in kisses every fucking day for the rest of my days.

  My patience snapped the afternoon I walked in from lunch and found some skinny excuse for a guy chatting up my girl.

  Hip resting against the counter, leaning in, eyes looking her up and down like he wanted to pull up her dress and shove his dick in places it didn’t belong.

  “Here for a tattoo?” I nodded curtly as I walked up, assessing him with my eyes.

  I brushed against Sienna, her eyes darting up to meet mine, a small smile forming on her lips.

  “This is Cade. We graduated together. Haven’t seen him since my senior year, and he was wondering if you had a walk-in appointment available?”

  “Don’t do walk-ins,” I barked, probably too short. But I didn’t give a fuck if this guy ever set foot in my shop again, his eyes on Sienna was not working for me. In fact, I was barely restraining the urge to pummel him, fists clenching at my sides as I gritted my teeth and turned away. “Call for an appointment.”

  “Can’t I make one now with Sienna?” Christ, his voice was still squeaky. She didn’t like this guy, did she? Fuck, don’t even tell me she’d dated him.

  “Calls only.” I stalked around the desk and opened the door wide to show him out. “Booked out a few months at least, may want to find another artist.” I added a half snarl on the end, just for good measure.

  He glanced back at Sienna for a second before nodding at me. “Thanks.”

  I turned, eyes locked on Sienna’s. Her eyes widened when she saw me stalking toward her, a frown turning her face when my hand locked with hers.

  I pulled her alongside me back to the piercing room, closing and locking the door behind me. “Bend over.” Pulling out the chair, I plopped down, knees spread, and patted my lap. “Bend over.”

  “What?” The small gasp that fell from her lips made me want to pull her hair and shove my tongue down her throat.

  “Didn’t like the way he was looking at you, and I sure as hell didn’t like the way you were getting so friendly with him.”

  “Friendly? You mean doing my job?”

  “Bend over, Sienna. I’m punishing you for even looking at another man.”

  Her eyes turned dark before she breezed across the floor, smiling at me once before she bent over my lap and flipped the skirt of her dress in the air.

  My cock pounded like a fucking freight train in my jeans when the round curve of her lush ass was revealed in cheeky goddamn underwear. “You’re getting another spanking for wearing these underneath this skirt. Fuck, what happens when you're bent over cleaning?”

  “I don’t clean like a hooker, River!”

  I arched one eyebrow, sliding a palm over her warm skin and enjoying the silky-soft flesh against mine. “It’s taking everything in me not to drill you into the wall right now. You can’t wear this fucking stuff around me.” I snapped the elastic, causing a soft breath of air to expel past her lips. With a mix of adrenaline and lust, I yanked the panties down her ass and landed the first smack on her cheek. The smooth flesh wiggled, making an actual groan burn past my lips. “Fuck, seeing you bent over my knee drives me goddamn insane for you, Sienna.”

  I landed another swift crack on her lower cheek, smiling when the imprint of my hand pinked up her skin almost instantly.

  “I should tattoo my initials on your skin, a reminder that you're mine. Would you like that?”

  She squirmed, hips jerking against mine with every smack. I landed another two on the other cheek in quick succession, my heart hammering, blood forcing its way out of my head and steeling my cock.

  This woman unraveled me one beautiful moment at a time.

  “Nothing drives me crazier than seeing you talk to another man, Sienna.” I swatted her again, this time harder, her ass turning a deeper shade of crimson.

  “You like my hands on your skin? Leaving my mark? Branding you so you won’t be able to sit down for a week?”

  “Oh God, River…” She squirmed, ass lifting in the air as if to meet my palm.

  “Mmm.” I smacked her again. “So pretty when you’re begging for me. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to spank me again, River.”

  “I need the magic words, doll face.”

  She paused, my cock bitching against my zipper and clamoring for her attention. The woman had driven me crazy since the second I’d laid eyes on her. I’d been dreaming about her right here, ass up over my knee.

  “Please spank me, River.”

  She said the magic words, and I landed three more quick smacks on her ass cheeks before I soothed away the pain with my palm.

  “Look so fucking pretty with my hands marking you up.” I slid a finger through the soaked folds of her glistening cunt. “Smell pretty too.”

  I sank a finger into her body, enjoying the way she squirmed and humped against my hand, soft little sighs on her lips.

  “This greedy little pussy can’t get enough of me, can it?”

  She shook her head, teeth clamped down on her full bottom lip.

  “Say it, Sienna.”

  “My pussy is soaked for you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I went home last night and made myself come thinking about your hands all over my body.”

  Jesus fucking hell.

  “You don’t know what those words do to me,” I growled at her ear, clamping down on the lobe as I slipped another finger into her hot pussy. She writhed over my lap, my fingers fucking her hard and fast as I whispered into her ear. “I want to see that pretty cunt come again. I want your fuck juice all over my hand, pretty girl. I want every fucker around to know this…” I slid in my third finger “…is mine. Hands between your legs and make yourself come. I want to see it.”

  She nodded quickly, one hand shoving between her knees and latching on to her cute little clit. I fucked her with my fingers, letting her ride my hand as her digits swirled and massaged that little bud.

  “Come for me, Sienna. Show me how hot my hands on you makes this sweet cunt.”

  Her legs began a slow shake, muscles tensing as her free hand gripped at my thigh. Her moans grew into a chorus of soft cries when her pussy walls shuddered around my fingers, and she came in a gush all over my hand. Her chest heaving, her legs shaking, she came down from her high right over my knee, right where she belonged.

  “Fuck, you look beautiful with your ass all red, pussy coming in waves around my fingers.” I nipped at her ear, easing my fingers out of her before thrusting them into my mouth and licking them clean. “Breakfast of champions.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “You should get used to saying that.”

  “I don’t even have words for what just happened.”

  I arc
hed an eyebrow. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you about the punishment.” I pulled her panties up her thighs, sliding them into place, and covering her ass with the dress.

  She stood, and I snagged her behind the knees, pulling her to me so my forehead was pressed against her chest.

  “Have to say, I was thinking you’d do your worst, but that was…”

  “Not good? Because I have to say, from this angle, you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

  “Oh, it was good.” Her cheeks reddened a little more. “But I was kinda expecting the piercings.”

  My grin deepened. “Fuck, yes.”

  I launched out of the chair, pulling her with me to the table that held all the freshly sterilized tools. “Lie back.”

  “Wait, seriously?”

  “Don't tease me, Sienna.” I grinned, lifting her shirt over her head. “You want to be pierced, right?”

  “Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d—”

  “Guess that will teach you to stop assuming. You want me to take off your bra?”

  The flush reddened her chest, making me desperate to see the creamy flesh encased in that lacy black bra.

  “Do the honors.” She smiled sweetly at me.

  I shook my head, cock about burning a fucking hole through my jeans as I reached behind her, unclasping the fabric. She let it fall into her lap, and my eyes landed on the dark raspberry shade of her pert little nipples.

  “Fuck, you’re so perfect I don’t want to ruin you.”

  Her smile widened as she lay back on the reclined table. “You already have.”

  FIVE

  Sienna

  “I brought you some organic ointment for your nipples, Sienna!” Dev called across the shop.

  “Oh my God.” I covered my face and turned as Jericho and his client chuckled.

  “It’s the best. Swear it makes them heal five times faster, and you can get on to the kinky stuff. That’s why you got them, right?” Dev tossed me the bottle with a wink. “Dad find out you’re working here yet?”

  “Ugh, no.” I slid the ointment into my bag. “He’d kill me.”