Link catches his breath as my hands move to his back, tracing along the contours of his well-defined muscles. He’s broken into a light sweat, as I’m sure I have as well. My fingers slide up to his shoulders, then behind his neck. I’ve never felt anything like this body before, so huge, yet so hard. There must be only a handful of men built like this in the entire world, and one of them currently has his cock in me, of all people.
He opens his eyes and I smile at him.
“Not bad for our first time,” I say softly.
I feel his cock sliding out of me. He rises long enough to carefully slip the condom off, then unceremoniously drops it on the floor, where it lands with a small splat.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “You have a tight little pussy.”
Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard that particular compliment.
“Um… thank you, I guess. Is that a good thing?”
He looks into my eyes.
“Yeah, it’s a very good thing.”
I smile again, this time in relief. “Besides, most of them probably feel tight to you.”
Compliment a man on his penis and he’ll love you forever, or so they say.
“You’d be surprised.”
I feel dwarfed and intimidated under Link’s massive body and suddenly want a little breathing room.
“If we’re going to do some post-sex talking, could we switch places?”
“Probably a good idea,” he says, moving to one side of the chair. I slide out from under him and he lies on his back, then pats his hard belly. “Sit here.” As I throw my leg across him, he crosses his arms behind his head. I sit on his belly with my ass just above his now-limp cock, my legs forming a letter “M.”
I place my hands on his pecs and look down at his red face, then into those eyes. “Why did you get hard when I was tattooing you? You’re not into pain, are you?” I wait for an answer, afraid I’ll be weirded out if he says he is.
“Nah. I was lying here with my eyes closed, imaging I was fucking you.”
His confession is sweet and dirty, and it makes me feel sexy.
“Were you mad that I teased you about the handjob, then made you do it yourself?”
“Not mad at all. By then, I knew we’d get here sooner, rather than later.”
“You did, did you?”
“Anyway, I didn’t jerk off.”
What? That makes no sense.
“But… your… when I came back out, it was gone. Your hard-on, I mean.”
“Yeah, I wanted to let you finish up so I could take you for drinks, so I willed it away.”
“Just like that?” I laugh. “Just made it disappear? How’d you do that?”
“Remembered some ugly stuff. Works every time.”
“What ugly stuff?”
Link just shakes his head and I take the hint.
“Are we going to do this every time you come in and get a tattoo for the rest of your life, then?”
He half-smiles. “Maybe.”
Damn, he got quiet on me again. That makes me wonder if we’re ever going to do this again at all.
“This has been a fantasy of mine, fucking a hot customer here in my shop,” I confide. “I never found the right guy before, though.”
He squirms under me a little and I feel my pussy against his belly.
“Yeah, it was different, that’s for sure. Hot, too. And I feel like a French fry under this red light.”
I notice that Latin text tattooed on his right ribcage. “Tetre Destructa,” it says.
“What is this?” I ask, running my finger over it.
“It’s Latin.”
I playfully frown at him. “I know it’s Latin. What does it mean?”
“It translates roughly to ‘Hideously Destroyed,’” he says.
Whoa, that’s kind of fucked up. I’ll ask him about it some other time, not right after our first time together.
He unfolds his arms and takes a breast in each hand.
“Damn, you’ve got great tits,” he says, softly pinching both nipples.
“So, I have great tits and a tight pussy? Is that it?” I smirk.
“That’s all you need. My dream girl.”
“Whatever. I’m glad you find my lady parts to your liking.”
He says nothing, and I feel his chest rise and fall with each breath.
“Does your tattoo hurt?” I ask.
“Not at all.”
Of course not. I turn my head and peer over my shoulder to see if I can see it, but the angle’s too steep. I’m sure it’s fine if the tape holding the plastic wrap held up during the sex.
“Let me look,” I say, rising and spinning around, then straddling him facing his feet. I know he’s checking out my butt, and that’s half the point. But I want to inspect the tattoo. I scoot backward, moving my ass up his chest, then lean forward until my tits hover just above his cock as I check the dressing. I can feel his eyes on my ass, with my cheeks spread to leave nothing to the imagination. It’s an intense feeling, knowing that he’s looking right at a part of me few guys have seen.
I peel up a corner of the dressing and peek under. Everything is fine. As I re-stick the tape to his shaved skin, I feel his hand on the back of my thigh, stroking it.
“Mmmm.” It feels so good, and his hand keeps moving upward until he’s between my legs, tentatively probing my pussy with a warm finger. Normally I’d feel very self-conscious about letting a man see me in this way, all opened up, especially during our first time together. Hell, our first few hours together. With Link, though, it all feels so erotic, so sexy.
I feel a surge of wetness as he pushes inside and begins slowly sliding that finger in and out of me, fucking me with it. His finger is fat enough that it doesn’t feel like one. Looking over my shoulder, I see him staring intently at what he’s doing.
When I turn back around, I see that his cock is getting bigger, beginning to rise off his belly. I lower my chest as he continues to probe my pussy, putting my breasts on either side of his shaft. I try to imagine what he sees right now.
Link’s cock continues to stiffen between my tits. His finger slides out of me and disappears momentarily, then I feel it lightly touching my ass, circling over the puckered opening. My God, the sensation is delicious. His cock pulses against my breasts as it gets harder. The moment is so sexually charged I want to let it go to its logical conclusion, but when that finger starts to enter me I come to my senses. I let him go just a short way in, then I move forward over his belly, straightening up as I do.
Flipping my legs around so that I’m facing him again, I sit on his hard cock and feel it lying hard against my lips. I rock back and forth on it, then put a hand on his chest as I lift myself off him. Reaching between my legs with the other hand, I grab that thick shaft and tilt it, lowering my pussy onto it. As soon as the bare tip touches my lips, I stop.
“Do you have another condom?”
“Yeah, good idea. In my jacket pocket.”
It’s obvious neither one of us wants to pause for this. I stay there for a second, his head poking at my lips as if drawn to my pussy by a magnet.
Sighing, I climb down and dig through his jacket pocket to find several more condoms in there. Damn, were these all for me? Or just in case?
As I return to the chair, I realize Link has been staring at my body. I’m all sweaty and feel freshly fucked, and his eyes on me make me feel sexy. I give him a dirty smile, open the package, then pop the condom in my mouth and use my lips to roll it down over his hard shaft. I push as far as I can and feel him nudge the back of my throat. When I stand, I make sure it’s snug, then climb back up on top of him. Reaching between his legs again, I hold him steady as I slide my wet pussy down over him, pushing my ass back till he’s all the way in.
I sit up straight and use my legs to raise a few inches, then ease back, moving up and down over his hard shaft. I can’t believe he’s stiff as a pipe again so soon.
Link looks at me with a sly smile on his
face.
“You like this?” I ask without breaking my slow pace.
“Do I like watching you fuck me? Yeah.”
“Good. Keep watching, because I’m gonna fuck you like this until we both come again.”
The smile becomes a smirk.
“Not like this. But keep going. You look like you’re having fun.”
I look into his eyes, my ass still slowing moving up and down as my pussy engulfs him, then releases all but the last inch before repeating the pattern. That wide cock feels so good as it pushes me open that I could do this all night.
“Not like what?” I ask as I continue fucking him.
“Not with you on top,” he says.
“You don’t like this?”
His cock feels harder inside me. I get the feeling this non-talkative guy likes being dirty-talked.
“I like it, but I can’t come this way. Just never happens.”
We’ll see about that.
I lean forward until my tits touch his chest, changing my up-down motion to a back-and-forth one as I keep sliding my pussy on and off his cock.
My face is above his chin and my hair hangs down over my eyes. I’m still sweaty from being fucked and I feel slutty and dirty as I look into those green eyes. I know letting this side of me show too soon can scare a guy away. Men fantasize about girls like me, but the reality can freak them out, so I never do this stuff the first time I’m with someone.
Except tonight, apparently. I’m so horny, so in the sex zone, that I can’t stop myself.
I part my lips slightly and breathe through my mouth as I work on his cock. He’s staring back at me and I wonder what he thinks about this tattooed chick who seems to want sex as much as he does. I didn’t even know this man forty-eight hours ago, and now I’m trying to see into his soul as I use his hard-on like a sex toy. I’m breathing heavy now, and I feel that familiar tension starting to build between my legs. Unlike Link, I rarely have problems coming in this position, because I’m controlling the action.
Raising back up, I let my hair fall across the front of my face as I sink back down on his cock and stay there this time. I begin slowly rocking my body on his, bearing down and rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. Link’s hands are squeezing the front of my thighs, and I grab his right wrist and bring that hand to my face. While still grinding on him, I lower his fingers one by one to make a fist, leaving his middle finger sticking straight out. Using his wrist to guide him, I move that big finger to my mouth and kiss it, twirling my tongue around it. Then I slide my lips over it.
Link is breathing heavier now, and we continue to lock eyes as I suck his finger as if I were blowing him. I feel my orgasm getting closer and try to delay it. I want him to come first, because once I come again I know I’ll be exhausted. I deep-throat his finger, and when the fingertip touches the back of my throat his cock throbs reflexively.
This is getting to him, I can tell. Now I’m determined to make this man come.
I slide my mouth off, then uncurl his index finger until it’s parallel with the middle one. Into my mouth they both go, and with Link’s big fingers, it almost feels like I’m giving a blowjob, as if this were an actual cock in my mouth. I suck him hungrily, taking those fingers all the way in each time. When he starts moving his hips, pushing his cock into me, I know I’ve got him. The problem is that I’m about to come myself, so I focus on my mouth to try to delay the onset.
Link moans once, and then again a few seconds later. It’s that second moan that gets me and I feel the orgasm rising in me, refusing to be denied. I grind against him frantically, sucking on his fingers like a possessed woman. Just then one of his hands cups my breast and squeezes my nipple forcefully. The floodgates open and I can no longer prevent myself from coming. I groan into his fingers and let go, tumbling into a place of pure orgasmic bliss. As my muscles clench on his cock, I have a vague sense of him continuing to push his hips up, his cock thrusting as far as he can get it inside me.
I feel a rumble as he groans, then before my spasms can finish he groans again, loudly. His cock throbs and his hand grabs my thigh so tightly it hurts.
“FUCK!”
His outburst scares me for a second, then I feel his cock expand inside of me as he comes hard, thrusting into me over and over, extending my orgasm to a ridiculous length as he experiences his own spasms. I take his fingers out of my mouth and fuck him as hard as I can, and the thought enters my head that this may be the best sex I’ve ever had. Definitely the best first-time sex.
By the time we’re both spent and his thrusting and my grinding begin to slow down, I’m a sweaty mess. My hair is sticking against my forehead. I brush it back and sit without moving a muscle, still impaled on his cock, synapses firing and nerves tingling all over my body.
“Damn,” he says between labored breaths, “that never happens.”
I lean forward again and laugh as I say, “Don’t ever doubt my sexual talents again! You hear me, mister?”
I remain on top of him, but can feel his cock beginning to shrink. He reaches between my legs, securing the condom.
“I’d better get this off of me,” he says.
I look down as I lift off him and see him slip out of me, his white cum visible inside the condom. I climb down off the table and expect him to do likewise, but instead he extends his hand towards me, holding the drooping condom between his thumb and forefinger.
Well this is a first. I gingerly take the spent condom and walk to the trash can, looking at his seed before I drop it. Then I retrieve the previous one from its spot on the floor and dispose of it as well. When I return to the chair, Link is sitting up.
I put a hand on his chest and try to push him back down, but it doesn’t move him at all. Only when he sees what I’m doing does he lie back again. I smile at him, then hold his wilting cock and lower my mouth over it, sucking him for a few seconds. It feels soft and tastes as delicious as I’d hoped.
Lifting my head up, I smile and say, “I didn’t want to wait until next time to know what you taste like.”
The moment the words leave my lips, I realize I’ve made a mistake. Since I can’t take it back, I press on.
“We are going to do this again, aren’t we? Maybe in a bed next time?”
I don’t want to sound desperate, but I have to know. Link just gives me a serious look.
“I don’t know. I don’t fuck many chicks twice.”
He says it with the faintest hint of a wink, and I swear to God, I can’t tell if he’s kidding.
How do I respond to that? Laugh? Protest? Say nothing?
“I’m joking, Raven,” Link says as he sits up and eases off the table. He wraps those massive arms around me and my body disappears into his embrace. As the sweat on our bodies mingles, he plants a single tender kiss on the crown of my head and I feel instantly better.
“Of course I want to do this again. You’re a great fuck.”
Seriously? I open my mouth to say something, then see the smirk on his red face, the sparkle in his eyes.
I guess that means he’s joking again. Who the hell knows with this guy?
Still wrapped in his arms, I look at the clock and see it’s five in the morning.
“I need to get home and get a little sleep. I have to work in a few hours.”
“Sure, but let’s get some breakfast first.”
“Breakfast?”
“Yeah, it’s almost dawn. The sun will be coming up by the time we get our clothes on.”
I wiggle out of his grasp and reach for my panties. He suddenly grabs me from behind and brings those huge arms down over my shoulders and across my breasts. I’m pulled tightly against him and can feel his soft cock push on the crack of my ass.
“I’m going to watch you get dressed, then you’re coming with me to eat. I’m starving.”
Link stands there naked while I put on my clothes, watching my nude red form intently as I slip into each layer. When I’m done, I turn the tables and watch him. Now t
hat I’ve fucked him, that massive body thrills me even more than before.
While he’s putting on his boots, I look at my station. It’s still a mess because I haven’t cleaned up after his tattoo session. I think about the day’s schedule and consider just taking the day off. I only have two sessions on tap, both of which are designs I could do with my eyes closed, so I decide to tough it out. I’ll go for breakfast, swing by my house to clean myself up a bit, then can easily make it back here for that first session at eleven. Might even be able to sneak in a couple of hours of sleep before then.
As he grabs his leather jacket, I realize breakfast suddenly sounds like a great idea. I’m famished, and more importantly, I’m not yet ready to part with Link.
I still want more, and I have no idea if this is the last time we’ll be together.
13
Link
Well, that was fun.
More than fun, actually. I’ve had lots of great sex in my life, but this one was pretty fucking special.
Maybe it was the nearly three hours of foreplay while I was getting tattooed, then a couple more hours while we were drinking at Firewater. Maybe it was Raven taking my dare and removing her pants to tattoo me. Maybe it was how she came so damn fast when I was eating her pussy.
Then again, it might have been that huge simultaneous orgasm we had while she was riding my cock, because that shit just doesn’t happen to me. You usually have to develop chemistry with someone in order to get the timing right for that, and since I rarely sleep with a woman more than once, coming together is a rarity in my world. I also can’t usually come when the woman’s on top, and I’m still stunned that both of those things happened with Raven.
All in all, the whole night, from the inking to the bar to the awesome red-light sex, was pretty fucking hot.
Now I’m watching her eat banana pancakes at Du-par’s in the Farmer’s Market on Fairfax, the sky slowly turning from black to indigo through the window behind her. As she takes a bite, I remember looking at her beautiful naked body, bathed in red light, and being stunned that she’s got almost as many tattoos as I’ve got. They’re everywhere, too: full sleeves on both arms, her belly, tits, shoulders, back, thighs, and even a joker from a deck of playing cards, on her ass. The back of one calf has Jessica Rabbit, and the other an equally sexy Wonder Woman. She has a lot of blank space, but it seems like there’s something cool tattooed on every part of her body. Flowers, cats, birds, fifties pin-ups, elves and faeries. It was all very impressive, and beyond sexy.
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