Heather Rainier

by His Tattooed Virgin

  She uncurled her lubed fingers and slid first one, then another fingertip between his ass cheeks and stroked his rear opening. He bit his lip so hard she thought he might draw blood, and his eyelids drifted closed over eyes that were glazed with pleasure. His cock jerked in her palm again as she stroked him simultaneously while struggling to process the sensation of his fingertips rimming her asshole.

  She ground her hips, pushing back on his fingers, aware that the movement also rubbed her abdomen against the head of his cock. He hissed as pearly fluid leaked in a miniscule stream from his cock, lubricating her hand further. She chanced disrupting their rhythm and bent down for a moment to lick the head of his shaft. His masculine groan of pleasure was music to her ears. He bit down ever so lightly on her shoulder, and she returned his moan as he focused his attention on stroking her, over and over, until she was arching her back, ready to take his fingers inside her rear passage. He was making her an addict for his touch.

  She pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling the tickle of his black chest hair as she reveled in the completely masculine feel of him beneath her fingertips. She returned her attention to both his pleasure spots, as he slid his other fingers down to the slippery wetness of her cunt.

  “Wonder who’s coming first?” he whispered.

  She sucked in a breath as his questing fingers found her clit and knew she would win that race. In less than a minute they were both writhing against each other, a tangled mass of need. Her cunt clenched, and she rose on tiptoe as her climax drew near.

  Seth murmured, “I’m going to fill you full of my cock, sweet Jayne. I’ll touch you where no one else has ever touched you before.” His lusty words sent her into the abyss.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Seth!” Her orgasm blasted through her, sending white-hot bolts of sensation shooting through her body. Her knees buckled and she’d have slumped to the floor if he hadn’t been holding her close. His lips closed over hers, and she moaned into him as he held her and let her catch her breath. After a minute, he turned them in the shower to rinse all the lube away before shutting off the water.

  Dazedly, she took the large towel he offered her and watched as he dried off his muscled torso. His skin was a pale golden color that would probably turn deeply tanned after only a day in the sun. In contrast, she couldn’t go in the sun at all without putting on SPF gazillion sunscreen, and if she forgot it, she burned red like a lobster and then went back to being lily white. She wanted to lick him all over as she watched him blot his engorged cock and balls dry before hanging the towel on the drying bar. He had a mischievous grin on his face when he caught her boldly ogling him and got down another towel to blot the water from her long hair.

  He kissed the top of her head as she dried off and murmured, “I love the way you smell.”

  A heated blush came to her cheeks as he tipped her chin up to kiss her as he took her towel from her. “You’re dry enough and I’m only going to get you wet again.”

  He draped it over the shower door and turned back to her, sexual intent blatant in his eyes and the way his big, randy cock jutted out at her. Her pussy responded with a wave of wet heat and lust pounded in her blood as he picked her up and carried her to his bed.

  His phone chimed as they walked past it, and she was relieved when he ignored the sound. He laid her in the middle of the bed and immediately pounced on her, pinning her to the mattress with a deep chuckle. “You’re mine to toy with.”

  Jayne giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, glorying in the sensation of him holding her down as he kissed her again. His weight felt comforting and reassuring, but not suffocating, and she knew he was bracing himself for that purpose.

  He growled deep in his throat as the head of his cock found her swollen entrance, and he thrust in with a short, hard stroke, stealing her breath from her. Her pussy tingled as she adjusted to his girth. He shifted to kneel between her thighs, and she opened her eyes. His gaze blazed with desire as he stroked her thighs and then lifted her hips slightly from the bed. He watched as his cock slid farther between her lips. She was fascinated, watching him react, tilting his head back, softly groaning, as he took her inch by inch.

  His hair, partially dry now, fell over his shoulders in cool, ebony waves that tickled her jaw as he leaned down and kissed her before sitting upright again. Gripping her with strong fingers, he tugged at her hips, thrusting over and over until he could go no further. She arched when he stroked one finger delicately over her clit, teasing her with a light touch which sent a corresponding quiver through the muscles gripping his cock. His slight smile hinted of bliss as she moved against him, her slick juices making movement easier with each passing second.

  He flicked her little bundle of nerve endings, watching her with glittering eyes. “Feel nice?”

  “Better than nice, Seth. Harder. Move.”

  “Bossy. Like this?” He flexed his hips as he lightly stroked her abdomen, teasing her some more. His fingertips skated lightly over her hip bones, and she lurched at the ticklish touch and pouted as he continued.

  “No. More. I need more.”

  He leaned down and licked her nipple, suckling on it until she thought she might scream. His attentions, as he alternated between her nipples, inspired another pang of need and more silky dampness in her cunt. She knew the teasing was hard for him to tolerate, too, because she could feel him trembling as he controlled his thrusts.

  She lifted her hips in his grasp and whispered, “Please, Seth.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “More.”

  “Tell me.” His dominating tone told her he wouldn’t be denied until she was screaming her need to him.

  She whispered, “Fuck me.” The sudden shyness she felt was inexplicable. These were words she’d written multitudes of times.

  He suddenly stopped moving, the pad of his thumb pressing but no longer moving on her clit. “Tell me so I can hear you.”

  Despite the lack of stimulation, her pussy clenched with arousal and lust for him, which made her bold as she demanded, “Fuck me, Seth. Give me your cock. Make me scream.”

  He slammed home, and she locked her ankles behind him, arching into his embrace and moving with abandon as he joined her, their passion skyrocketing as their tangled bodies undulated. He braced his elbows by her head and kissed her deeply as their movements became more frenzied, their bodies slamming together, over and over, until an animalistic part of her took over. Thrusting upward to him, she met him stroke for stoke, passion to passion, until her mind dissolved in a blaze of white-hot glory, and she screamed.

  His cry in her ear was passionate and vulnerable as he followed her into climax, his cock pulsing within her depths, giving her his seed. They both panted gustily, their heartbeats hammering against each other until their bodies went limp. His hips flexed a couple more times, and he groaned.

  Her heart fluttered wildly as he held on to her, kissing her throat with leisurely, sucking kisses. Out of the blue, even though she was glad there was no barrier between them, a part of her wished they’d had a need for a condom. It was too early to think of commitments with him or anyone else, but the vision of what their children might’ve looked like entered her mind.

  She saw a little boy with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes just like his father, or a little girl with angelic, yet exotic, features and Seth’s high cheekbones. She wished for the option, knowing it was a fruitless desire. She could never have his babies, no matter whether he wanted them or not. The radiation therapy had robbed her of the ability to give life even as it’d saved hers. She lay flat, still pinned beneath him, and held on, hoping to get control of her emotions before he saw them in her eyes.

  The pillow slipped from beneath her head, and she heard a soft thump. Seth looked over her shoulder and let out a soft chuckle.

  Distracting her, he said, “I think we made the Earth move.”

  Jayne opened her eyes and lifted her head, realizing something about the room and their pos
ition in it was “off.” The giggle started deep inside her as he slowly withdrew and climbed from the bed. Her bittersweet thoughts dissipated as she reveled in her present happiness. She had no right to complain. He reached over her and retrieved the pillow from the floor, stepped around to the foot of the bed, and slid it back against the wall. The room had felt “off” because the bed had scooted at least three feet from the wall with their vigorous movements.

  “When fucking rearranges the furniture, you know it’s been done right.”

  “Amen, honey.”

  He reached for his phone while he was by the dresser and sat beside her on the edge of the bed. Something on the phone screen caught his attention. As she curled around him, he frowned at the phone as though debating, then flicked at the screen and put it on the bedside table, his movements seeming resolute. He climbed into the bed when she backed up, making room for him.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” He gathered her to him and draped her over his chest. Within the shelter of his strong arms she felt untouchable and secure.

  She lifted her head and looked up at him as she stroked one of his dark drown nipples. “Is everything all right?”

  He gazed into her eyes while brushing her unruly, drying curls from her cheeks and tucking them behind her ears. They stayed like that, drinking each other in, until he murmured, “It’s perfect.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip and then kissed her. “You need your sleep.”

  She rested her cheek on his lightly furred chest, luxuriating in his masculine scent and the steady beat of his heart. Drowsiness crept over her as they lay there stroking each other, and even a sense of foreboding couldn’t keep her from sleep.

  * * * *

  Jayne’s heart nearly stopped in her chest when she was awakened during the night. Unlike when he’d awakened her at one o’clock to make sweet, slow love to her again, this time, Seth’s body was rigid and his crushing grip on her upper arm was liable to leave a bruise.

  “Stop!” His sharp word erased the dregs of sleep from her groggy brain. He was still asleep, having a nightmare from the looks of it. She stroked his chest calmly, hoping he’d release his death grip on her arm soon. “Tamar!” Pain and betrayal echoed in those syllables, and Jayne knew she had to wake him.

  “Seth, wake up.” His body vibrated with tension which suddenly released as his eyelids flickered in the muted light shining in through the blinds. “You were having a nightmare. I had to wake you.”

  He seemed confused, and then his gaze landed on her upper arm where he still held her tightly. Jerking, he released her arm, which throbbed painfully as the blood flow returned. He sat up and switched on the lamp by the bed. He gently took her arm between his hands and looked closely at it. His remorseful expression showed clearly in the dim light as he stroked her.

  “I’m sorry for hurting you, Jayne. You’re going to bruise.” Nerves tingled as he gently stroked the red spots blooming on her skin.

  “You didn’t mean to. I’m wearing something that has sleeves tomorrow anyway.”

  He kissed her arm and then pulled her to him and kissed her temple. “I’m sorry for disturbing you like that. The dream…” He let out a deep, discontented sigh.

  “Who is Tamar?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jayne let out a slow breath as Seth finished his story. His words had come slow at first, in fits and starts as if he wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear it or not. She took exception to the way Tamar had treated Seth, as though he were an object there for her amusement. He was a big boy and could take care of himself, but she really hated Tamar for treating him that way. At the very least Tamar had been opportunistic and callous to the feelings of others.

  Her idea of a moneymaking opportunity had been the blackmail of important people and the videotaping of questionable pornographic material. The gang bang scene he’d described to her had been very disturbing, and she understood why he’d felt the need to stop the video shoot, which had proved fruitless. Security guards had escorted him from the manor house, while Tamar had rejected him and stayed behind to watch them finish shooting the video.

  “I caught a ride back to our hotel, but wound up walking the streets of the city until dawn. By then I’d made some decisions.”

  “What did you decide?”

  “To return to the States. I’d been away from home for over a year by that time. My goals for the trip over there had all been met. I’d met icons in my industry, learned from them, and made a lot of contacts. It was enough. The only thing holding me there had been Tamar.”

  Every time he said her name, it sent an uncomfortable, possessive ripple through Jayne. She didn’t want to think of any other woman claiming Seth’s attention. The fact that Tamar had hurt Seth made Jayne want to throw things…at Tamar.

  “So I returned to the hotel with the intention of packing my things, saying good-bye, and returning home to Temple. Jim had already told me the last time we’d talked that he could keep me more than busy enough at his studio in Morehead. I opened the door to our hotel suite and…” Jayne stroked his chest and waited him out. “I found Tamar passed out in bed, with Henri and one of the men from the gang bang video shoot, as well.”

  “How awful.”

  Seth shrugged. “Henri and the other man were passed out cold. They never stirred while we fought. It was ugly. I packed my things and got on the next flight to the United States. I paid my way, the whole time we were there, but she accused me of being just as opportunistic as she’d been. She said the movie company, as she called it, was a good investment and could fund her stay in Europe indefinitely. She accused me of using her to make contacts there. She might have introduced me to a couple of people when we’d first arrived, but it was my work that earned me the attention of the right people.

  “I came home, visited a clinic, and got tested first thing. Tamar had been on the pill and so we’d never used condoms. That was the first incident of unfaithfulness on her part that I knew of, but there might’ve been others.”

  “Are you sure?” The thought of him being hurt by Tamar’s unfaithfulness made Jayne hurt for him.

  Seth shook his head as though he was clearing it of the memory. “The room reeked of sex. It was pretty obvious. The tests were all negative, thank God. I felt…” Jayne froze on the inside, waiting for his words. “I felt stupid. Used. And dirty. I hated her. I threw myself into my work, to put some distance between me and her memory.”

  “Have you heard from her since?” Please tell me no. Instinctively she knew what his answer would be. It was in the look in his eyes earlier in the night when he’d checked his phone and probably the cause of the nightmare.

  “That text message last night was from her.”

  Jayne shriveled on the inside, knowing that couldn’t be a good sign. If Tamar wanted Seth back, she’d find that she was too late, and Jayne would put up a fight. Tamar might have water under the bridge with Seth, but Jayne had never, and would never, hurt him like Tamar had.

  “What did she want?”

  “To catch up. She wanted to see me. She said she had something I might want.”

  Possessiveness sank its claws into her gut, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Evidently sensing her reaction, Seth stroked her back and her hip. “I left nothing of importance behind. I have no idea what she’s up to.”

  “I’m afraid to find out.”

  “Don’t be,” he murmured as he tilted her over onto her back, settling his warm, comforting weight over her, nestling between her thighs. She held tightly to him, wrapping her legs around him.

  An inordinate feeling of anxiety swept over her at the thought of his former jet-setting lover showing up.

  “What if she…”

  “She’ll say whatever she has to say and then she can walk right back out the door. There’s nothing she can tell me that would make me want to take her back, sweet Jayne.”

  “She hurt you.” Jayne’s heart swelled with the words. She’d nev
er cheat on Seth. Never. She held tightly to him and let her body speak the words she couldn’t say. The anxiety morphed into a need so powerful she throbbed from head to toe with it.

  “And she never will again. I want you,” he murmured, chuckling as she purred and rubbed her pussy against him. His answering thrust parted her opening, and he slid into her with a comforting wave of heat. Each of his gentle strokes filled her heart as desire skyrocketed. Jayne slid her hands down his muscled back, enjoying the way his muscles rippled and flexed under her fingertips.

  She ground against him, glorying in the way his cock stretched her cunt until it tingled and throbbed. Shifting forward slightly, Seth thrust in deep, short strokes, rubbing her clit with each movement until her legs locked around him and the pulsing inside her grew into a conflagration that incinerated her from the inside out.

  “Seth!”

  She gripped his ass cheeks as he thrust with each wave of her orgasm until he froze and panted ecstatically and a jubilant, satisfied-sounding groan erupted from his throat. “Holy fuck!” She clung to him with all her strength, and her heart lurched as he did the same, his arms strong and hard all around her, protective.

  A loud pounding echoed through the wall, and they both went motionless as Lucy hollered from the other side, “It’s three o’fucking clock in the morning! It was also fucking awesome at one o’fucking clock in the morning. Give it a fucking rest already!”

  Jayne thought she might spontaneously combust, her cheeks got so hot. Seth grinned and didn’t seem very repentant as he raised his head from her shoulder and called out, “Sorry!”

  Jayne could hear Lucy grumbling through the wall.

  “I’m gonna die. I’ll never be able to look your sister in the eye ever again.”

  “Nah. She won’t say anything to you. She’ll torture me with delight, but she likes you. She hated Tamar.”

  It wasn’t her most mature moment, but Jayne was delighted by that news. If Seth felt for her even a small portion of what she was feeling for him, she could handle whatever came of this out-of-the-blue contact from his ex.