“No, you have to answer this one,” she says, laughing.
I’m not laughing, though.
“That subject is off-limits. Seriously. Don’t ever bring it up again.”
She’s caught off-guard. “Sorry, I was just—”
“No need to apologize. It’s just not something I care to get into, that’s all. Ask any other question.”
Raven thinks for a moment, and I can see in her face that she’s ready to take this a step further. I’m prepared to give her the final nudge or two in the right direction, but she surprises me by opening that door herself.
“My question to you is: At any point tonight, have you wondered what it would be like to kiss me?”
This chick is toast, though I get the feeling she’s okay with that.
“Yes,” I say.
She smiles. “Good. Me, too. Now you get the last question.”
I look her right in the eyes.
“Who do you want to be on top first, me or you?”
Raven doesn’t bat an eye.
“I don’t care who goes first, as long as we both get a turn.”
Yeah, this is my kind of girl. The type who doesn’t back down from a dare.
I signal Jimmy. “What’s the damage?”
After I settle the tab, we grab our jackets and head out the back door to the small rear parking lot.
“You sure you’re okay to drive?” she asks.
I scoff. “I barely feel a buzz.”
Raven puts on my helmet.
I stand there, watching and studying her. You can usually tell in advance how a woman will be in bed, though some surprise you. I’d bet my house that Raven is going to fuck my brains out.
“What?” she asks, wondering why I’m staring.
I gently remove the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike. Then I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, leaning down to press my lips against hers. She only resists at first because she’s surprised, then she soon gives in and holds me tightly as our tongues touch.
As we kiss in the cool Los Angeles night air, I’m aware of two things:
First, that this is no ordinary kiss. It’s fucking breathtaking, and that’s not a word I normally use to describe anything, much less a kiss.
Second, that I’m quickly becoming hard, and that Raven can feel it.
She’s the one who stops, taking a step back.
“Wow.” She only manages the one word, while I’m totally speechless.
Raven grabs the helmet and puts it back on as I try to straddle the bike while dealing with the hard-on in my jeans. She climbs up behind me as I start the engine, hugging me tightly.
“Your place or mine?” I ask loudly.
“Mine!” she yells over the noise.
“Which way?”
“Take Sunset to Cahuenga and turn left.”
I punch it. Personally, I don’t care where we go. I just want to get this chick naked as soon as possible.
Less than a block later, one of her hands slides down from my waist, between my legs. She finds the hardness she’s looking for and encloses it in her fingers.
Like I said, my kind of girl.
12
Raven
Why, why, WHY?
Raven, what are you doing? You just met this guy.
Those thoughts were pinballing around my brain as we walked out of that dive bar, but the moment he kissed me they simply vanished.
Before that kiss, I had already decided to have sex with Link tonight, but I was still in doubt as to whether it was a good idea. I can’t explain, but something about that kiss convinced me, made me feel secure.
I mean, if I can’t feel safe with this man, who could I ever feel safe with?
Now as we cruise away from the club, I let my bad-girl side take over and move my right hand down past his flat belly till I find that hard bulge. I wrap my fingers around its thickness and feel the excitement in my own body at the things he and I will soon be doing. As the vibrations from the Harley’s engine get my clit’s attention again, I marvel at Link’s body. It’s not just his cock—everything about this man is thick and rock hard. I have no doubt this will be an experience I’ll never forget.
I’m well aware of how long it’s been since I’ve gotten laid. After Ricky left, I had one quick fling with a drummer. We had sex twice, then I decided I didn’t want to be with anyone for a while. That was eight months ago, and I haven’t so much as kissed a man since then.
Until tonight.
Now I’m ready for so much more, starting the second we walk through my front door.
Out of nowhere, I remember how utterly filthy my house is. Apart from the trail of clothing I left earlier, it hasn’t been cleaned in a couple of weeks. I can’t take Link back there.
I start to tell him to go to his house instead, but do I really want to go to a strange man’s house? He’d have to take me home in a couple of hours, in the middle of the night. It would just be awkward all around.
Shit.
Then I have an idea: the shop. It’s not perfect, because there’s no bed, but there’s my tattoo table. Its padded leather is broken in and soft enough. We’d have privacy, since only three people have keys and the other two won’t show up until ten a.m.
Most important of all, I can check an item off my bucket list.
For years, I’ve had a fantasy about fucking a total stranger at my station. Link may not be a total stranger, but he’s close enough for the fantasy. I just met him yesterday, or technically the day before, since it’s almost two in the morning. The fact that his body is adorned with a fresh tattoo seals the deal for me.
“Link, change of plans. Go back to my shop.” I have to yell to be heard over the engine.
He’s silent for a second, then says loudly, “I didn’t think you were the type to chicken out.”
I squeeze his cock in response. “I’m not chickening out. We’re going to do it there.”
He turns his head back to look at me.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Link makes a U-turn in the middle of Sunset and we speed off in the opposite direction.
We’re there in minutes, and I direct him to the small parking lot behind Chaos Ink. As I climb down off the bike, my stomach feel tense and knotted up. This is really going to happen. I’m having sex with the superhero, Lincoln Ramirez. I’ll have to thank Theo tomorrow, since offering the lifetime tattoos was his idea.
As I fumble with the door key, Link puts a hand on the side of my hip and I’m not sure if I can wait a minute longer. The door unlocks, and I suck in a breath, hoping that he’s not going to think I’m too easy. Regardless, I couldn’t back out now even if I wanted to—and I definitely don’t want to.
I leave the lights off, except for the red one over my station that remains on at night to dissuade anyone from breaking in. Plus, I think it looks sexy. I take Link by his big hand and walk him to my station, which is still shielded from the front windows by the black privacy curtain. I’ve never used it for this kind of privacy before. I toss my leather jacket on a chair.
When I turn around, Link has also shed his leather jacket and is standing there, his tight white T-shirt rendered red by the lighting. His shaved head is also red, and the tattoos on both arms are dark red on lighter red skin. He looks like an actual superhero, big and badass. The sight of him is almost overwhelming.
I cannot believe I’m about to fuck this Goliath, this Hercules.
“Let me see those panties again.”
This time I don’t hesitate. I slip out of my sneakers and socks, then peel off the jeans. My Hello Kitty panties are now red, as are my legs. I approach Link and wrap my arms around his waist, looking up expectantly at him. He doesn’t disappoint, bringing his rugged face down to mine and locking me up in a scorching kiss. The sensation of our warm, wet tongues sliding over each other is sublime and I rapidly enter a state of bliss.
The kiss lasts for minutes, and we’d have gone on even longer if I weren’t distracted by his gr
owing erection pressing against my belly. Without a word, I undo his pants and push them down over his big thighs. Then I reach inside those boxer briefs and take him in my hand. His cock is hard-yet-soft and feels hot against my palm, and I have to have him right now. I stroke him once or twice, then look up into his eyes as I sink to my knees and pull his underwear down with me. His fat cock springs free and sticks straight out from his body at a ninety-degree angle.
I hold it and bring my face to it. It’s a thing of beauty, so thick that I can’t quite get my fingers around it, and my pussy contracts at the thought of him penetrating me. I gently kiss the tip, then part my lips and lick all around it and along his shaft. Wrapping my hand firmly around his cock, I lift it up and spend some time running my tongue over both balls. By the time I reach the head again, a drop of clear liquid has appeared, and I look up at him as I lick it off. Opening my mouth to take him in, I notice the plastic wrap covering his fresh tattoo a few inches from me. I remember that this is the Oscars hero, the badass who saved a little girl’s life and who everyone admires. This seems even dirtier now.
Sucking Link proves trickier than I thought because of his girth. I give it my best and he responds with a low moan that makes me feel utterly feminine. I move back and forth over his shaft, but my jaw soon grows tired. He was already stiff when I started, and now he’s hard as a rock.
Still on my knees, I slide off his boots and socks, then hold his pants as he steps out of them. I realize when I stand that he’s removed his shirt. I feel a thrill at having a totally naked superhero in my station. One with a hard-on for me, no less.
Link’s hands take my shirt and lift, and I raise my arms to help. I feel the cool air immediately and my nipples form stiff peaks.
“Holy shit.”
What?
He’s looking right at my tits. Does he mean good holy shit? Or bad holy shit? His eyes roam over me and I’m about to ask what’s wrong when he drops to one knee and touches my belly.
He’s looking at my tattoos. Thank God that’s what it was.
“These are amazing,” he says, running his fingers over my stomach to my rib cage, then between my breasts. I have a huge cartoon devil that occupies most of that area. “I could barely see it earlier.” His eyes are big as he looks me over. “Is the devil red?”
I realize he can’t tell in this light. I nod, then he moves on to my breasts, his fingers tracing the outline of a blackberry vine that curls around one, goes behind the devil, and emerges to decorate the opposite breast. Link’s big index finger moves along the entire vine, from one tit to the other, and I’m about to die from anticipation when he finally touches my nipple. An electric shock goes through my body, all the way down to my pussy, which I suddenly notice feels warm and wet.
Unable to wait any longer, I grab the back of Link’s head and pull him to my breast. He takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking it, then twirling it with his tongue. His scalp is rough with razor stubble and feels thrillingly manly. One of his hands finds my other breast and squeezes just roughly enough, as if he can read my mind and knows exactly what I like.
Jesus, I am so ready to fuck this guy.
I feel his other hand, tugging on my panties, and they slide down my thighs, one side first, then the other. I love the sensation of being naked for a man, but I remember that I’m between waxings and start to berate myself. I stop when I realize I couldn’t have known this would happen. Then his lips press hard against my other nipple and I forget all about the state of my pussy hair.
When he reaches my knees, the panties fall to my ankles and I step out of them, both of us now naked. Link leaves my breasts and stands, placing his hands on both sides of my waist.
“You have a delicious body, Raven,” he says, and I swear to God I can feel his voice rumble on my clit.
“That’s quite a compliment, coming from you,” I reply.
Suddenly my feet leave the ground as Link lifts me in the air, effortlessly. My face passes his, and I go higher still until when I look down, I see my pussy is directly in front of his face.
What the fuck?
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he instructs.
When I begin to lift them, I realize that doing so will bring my pussy against his mouth. Before I can process that thought, his hands move to my ass and he supports my weight there, pulling me towards him. I let my legs fall over his shoulders and feel my heels touch his back muscles. As I feel his warm breath on me, I grab the back of his head again to steady myself.
Link plants a single gentle kiss on the folds of my pussy, right over my clit. My body squirms involuntarily, then he pushes forward and his tongue parts my lips, sliding from my opening up to my clit, then back. My thighs squeeze against his neck as he enters me with his tongue, then moves back upward again. Engulfed in pleasure, I turn my head and notice that I can see over the privacy curtain. Anyone looking in as they walk past the shop would see the head of a ten-foot tall woman with red skin and a look of ecstasy on her face.
It’s insane how little effort Link seems to be expending to hold me at face level. Trust me, I’m not big, but I’m far from tiny. At five-six, I weigh just under a hundred and fifty pounds. Yet Link is supporting my entire weight while he’s calmly tonguing my clit. His flicking and teasing is wonderful, and in no time, my moans move from “keep it up, don’t stop” to “this is gonna happen.” The feeling wells up from deep inside. This is almost embarrassing, to come this quickly in this bizarre position, but I don’t think I could stop it if I wanted to. The muscles at the tops of my inner thighs clench and I moan louder, feeling self-conscious about how slutty I must seem for coming so rapidly.
When his tongue finds my perfect little spot, I tilt my head back and close my eyes, then let the tsunami carry me away. I quiver uncontrollably when it first hits, my thighs clamping Link’s neck between them. The orgasm is so strong that I no longer care how I look, I’m going to ride this one as long as I can. I pull his head into me and press hard against it. Holding him tightly, I undulate my body, grinding against his mouth. I can feel my wet folds sliding against his chin and lips as he continues licking me as best he can.
Slowly I drift back to earth and, as my spasming muscles start to relax, I remember that I’m being held aloft by Goliath. His tongue is now touching me with the lightest pressure and it feels amazing, like that perfect slice of cheesecake after an amazing dinner.
“Oh, my fucking God,” I half-moan.
I think could stay up here forever.
Link evidently has other ideas, because he kisses my pussy one last time, then lifts me even higher so I can get my legs off his shoulders. He brings me down again, pausing to lick one nipple before softly setting me on the floor. He looks down at me, his mouth and chin still shiny with my wetness.
“I’d say that went well,” he says.
My body is still tingling and all I can do is nod.
He looks bemused as he adds, “First time it’s ever worked that quickly.”
I’m still breathing heavy and my mouth is open slightly.
“Fuck me, Link.”
I have no idea where that came from. I can be a verbal with lovers, and have implored them to fuck me. But it was always to spur them on when they were already inside me. Never pleading like I am now.
Link lifts me onto the table in a sitting position and moves between my dangling legs. His cock is still rigid and he places the tip against my pussy. I place my hands on his shoulders and spread wider. Then nothing. I look up to see him with an annoyed look on his face. Or is that a look of concern? He steps out from between my legs and dips into an inside pocket of his jacket. When he returns, I see he’s holding a condom package.
“You never know,” he says to explain its presence in his jacket tonight.
I don’t care; I’m just glad one of us is thinking.
I watch as he stands a foot in front of me and rolls the latex over his hardness. Again he touches the tip against me, taking his shaft in hi
s hand to move it over my pussy, between my lips, slickening the tip with my juices. I suck in a breath as I feel him move it into position, pushing ever-so-slightly into me, then stopping.
Focusing on the sensation in my pussy, I’m startled to feel his finger on my chin, tilting it upwards until we’re eye-to-eye. Then, while staring into my brain, he pushes further, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. My mind and body still haven’t come down off that powerful orgasm, and now I’m looking deeply into Link’s eyes as I feel his thickness enter my body, filling me in a way I’ve never known before—and all while we’re bathed in this surreal red aura. I stare back into his eyes and concentrate on his cock as he begins to move back and forth inside of me.
Link fucks me much like he lifted me, with an economy of effort. I wrap my legs around his hard hips and put my heels on his ass, pulling him into me. The muscles of his upper back are hard and taut under my fingers as I dig the tips into them. When he’s finally had his fill of this position, he backs up, sliding out of me.
I immediately want him back in and moan my displeasure.
“Lie on your back,” he says, and as I climb up it occurs to me what’s about to happen.
Link is going to be on top of me.
It’s a scary thought because of his sheer size. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s two hundred pounds heavier than me.
He climbs on the flattened chair-table and it creaks with his weight, but it’s sturdy enough to hold us. Link must see the concern in my eyes, because as he moves in between my legs, he reassures me, “Don’t worry, I promise not to crush you.”
It’s so sweet and funny, I can’t help but smile at him. Then he’s inside of me again, supporting his weight with his hands on either side of my head. He begins thrusting and I give in to him, trusting him to do whatever he wants to my body because I know he won’t hurt me. He takes his time with me, but it feels so good I hope he keeps going.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
He begins to pick up speed every few strokes until he’s fucking me hard, that fat cock pounding me toward physical nirvana. I hear his first rumbling moan and slip my hands onto his tight butt as I tilt my hips to adjust the angle. Link seems to like that because he starts hammering away at me, seconds later erupting into a groan. As he continues to pour cum into the condom, I can actually feel the warmth of the liquid inside me.
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