Indelibly Intimate

by Cole, Regina

  She nodded. “You’ve got a deal.”

  The corner of his mouth curled and he gave her his hands without resisting. She tried not to notice how hungry his eyes looked as she looped the soft terrycloth around his wrists. Tried not to feel the slight calluses on his palms as she passed the belt under itself to knot it. Tried to ignore his body shifting closer to hers as she doubled the knot, the radiating heat that penetrated into her pores and streamed directly to her lower belly. She bit her lip as she tested the bond. It held.

  Leaning back to admire her handiwork, she nodded. The stark white of the robe’s belt made his tattoos stand out, both the color on one arm and the black-and-gray work on the other. He shifted, his leg falling to the side, and she nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw how hard he’d gotten while she tied him up.

  His voice was deep, husky with lust when he spoke. “Well, Sparky, you’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?”

  It was a good question. One that deserved a creative answer. Instead of speaking, she reached for the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head. His sucked-in breath was loud in the otherwise quiet room as he took in the sight of her naked breasts, their tips hard with desire. She tossed the tank on the other bed and turned back to him. His bound hands reached for her but she moved back.

  “Nope. You can’t touch until I say you can.”

  His frustration was plain but he didn’t argue. He just placed his bound hands above his head and waited. The adrenaline of having control crashed over her and she began to understand why people got off on this kind of shit. They’d barely touched each other and her pussy already throbbed with need.

  It was time to crank up the volume. He was a big boy. She was fairly certain he could take whatever she could dish out and then some. Her shorts were soon atop her tank, discarded on the empty bed.

  Kneeling beside Hammer, she traced the tattoos on his left pectoral muscle. “I really enjoy your body, you know?”

  She reclined on her elbow beside him, her breast perilously close to his mouth. His warm breath blew over her nipple as she spoke.

  “Like your chest here. These muscles.” She rubbed it harder, reveling in the feel of his skin. “And these…” She let her fingers trace the contours of his defined abs. “These are pretty damn delicious, you know?”

  She squealed as his lips closed around her nipple. She jerked back, forcing him to release her breast with a slight popping sound. “No sir. I didn’t say you could do that.”

  He didn’t look the least bit regretful. “You put it near my mouth, I’m not responsible. I may have agreed to let you do what you want but I’m not a saint.”

  She nodded. “Fair enough.” She swung a leg over his torso, facing away from him. “Best to remove temptation from you then.”

  It was hard not to groan aloud at the touch of his skin against her sensitive pussy lips, moist as they were. She rocked a little, tilting her head back at the slick feeling of skin on skin. Grasping his muscular thighs, she let her hair fall forward, the tips just grazing the end of his cock.

  “Sparky.” His voice was strained. “This isn’t really better.”

  She laughed to herself. “Isn’t it? I’m sorry. How about this?”

  Scooting back ’til she sat on his chest, she bent low and took only the tip of his cock into her mouth. After swirling her tongue around the silky-smooth skin, she licked across the slit, gathering a salty drop of his desire.

  His groan was more than enough encouragement to continue the torture. Her tongue and lips working in tandem, she kept her contact only at the sensitive tip, moving with his hips as they shifted restlessly, encouraging her to take him deeper.

  “Babe, you’re killing me.”

  You think this is bad… She wiped her mouth. Rising up on her knees, she looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark and hungry as he stared back at her.

  Slowly, deliberately, she ran her hand down the side of her body, brushing her breast, her waist, then down the curve of her ass. Dragging a finger down the valley there, she watched as his throat worked.

  “Spread your cheeks, let me see what you’re doing.”

  She shook her head. “No. Don’t ask again, or I won’t suck your cock any more tonight.”

  He let out an angry sigh but nodded.

  The skin of her thigh grew goose bumps as she ran her hand down it and then up higher until she reached her throbbing core. Leaning back, she braced herself on his chest while she rubbed the silky wetness of her pussy between her fingers.

  “Are you touching yourself? Are you rubbing your clit?”

  Her fingers delved deeper, finding that hard nub as if his whispered question forced her to it. “I am. I’m rubbing my pussy and thinking about this hard dick I’m going to be riding soon.”

  “Does that get you wet?”

  Her forefinger slid into her opening, the warm softness gripping her. “Can’t you feel it?”

  He nodded.

  She thrust another finger inside herself, coating both digits with her slick honey. With a regretful sigh, she removed them from her body and swung her knee over him.

  Leaning close to his mouth, she spoke. “Does it make you crazy when I masturbate on top of you?”

  He nodded, his gaze never leaving her mouth.

  “Do you want a taste?”

  He swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Keep your lips closed.” She rubbed her fingers against his mouth, leaving it shiny with the moisture from her body. “Okay.”

  His tongue darted out, tasting her on his lips. “You’re sweet.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, closing his eyes as if savoring the flavor of her pussy.

  “Want more?”

  He nodded.

  Her excitement growing, she swung her leg over his chest, straddling him as she faced the foot of the bed. “Whatever you can reach, you can have.”

  He didn’t waste a second. He spread her cheeks and his tongue delved between the folds of her pussy. She cried out in delight as his mouth separated the petals, unerringly finding the throbbing cherry that begged to be touched.

  “Suck my clit.” The demand came from deep inside her and he obeyed quickly, his lips and tongue worshipping the hard little ridge. She steadied herself on his thighs, nearly collapsing at the delicious feeling.

  “Harder,” she gasped, writhing against his talented mouth. “Suck harder. Bite.”

  The delicate nip nearly sent her over the edge into orgasm. She didn’t want to come so quickly. She needed to distract herself. Gripping the base of his cock, she plunged him deep into her mouth.

  He stopped sucking at her pussy long enough to moan in pleasure. Her hand and mouth worked him, up and down, as she tried like hell to hold on. He lost another drop and she swallowed it down like liquid candy. His fingers dug into her ass, his lips played her pussy like a virtuoso with a violin and she sucked his cock for dear life. Something would have to give, and soon. Damn if she knew what.

  Hammer was in fucking heaven. Quinn sprawled atop him, her sweet pussy against his lips, her mouth wrapped around his cock as if she never wanted to fucking let go. She twisted and moaned as she sucked. It wasn’t going to take long for either of them at this point.

  Like a junkie trying to kick the habit, he reluctantly removed his mouth. “Quinn, I won’t last much longer like that. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

  Even though he’d sort of suggested it, it was nearly a crushing blow when she released his cock. The cool air of the room seemed cruel after the heat of her mouth.

  “Where are your condoms?” She moved off him and stood.

  “In my suitcase. Front pocket.”

  She was back only a brief moment later, the gold foil packet already ripped open. She bent over, rolling the condom over his cock. He held as still as he could. It wasn’t fucking easy. The way she’d teased him had definitely torqued up his need.

  “Do you want to untie me? I promise I’ll do what you say.”

/>   She climbed onto the bed. “No. Stay there. I want to ride you.”

  The delicious image was soon replaced by reality as she straddled him. Caressing his pecs, she lifted her hips above his straining cock. Keeping eye contact with him, she lowered herself slowly onto his stiff erection.

  They both groaned as her heat enveloped him. Hammer pulled his wrists against the bonds, trying like hell to focus on the slight sting of the fabric instead of the soft grip of her pussy on his turgid cock. But then she began to move, and even chafing his wrists raw couldn’t distract him from the sweet slide of her tight sheath.

  Her fingernails delicately dug into his skin as she increased the rhythm. Her breasts bounced with the movement, drawing his attention like no other sight ever could. His breath came harder as he thrust upward, needing to be deeper inside her more than he needed anything else in the world. Food, water and air be damned.

  She sat up, shoving her hair back as her body took complete control. Hammer held on, trying like fuck to keep from coming. She was taking him so deep, it was so hard to stay calm. But he hung on, sweat beading across his body from the effort.

  “Your breasts are so beautiful, bouncing while you fuck me,” he whispered to her. “I want to rub your clit. Will you let me?”

  She was apparently past words at that moment because she nodded.

  Reaching forward with his bound hands, he placed one on her lower belly so his other could delve into the sweet folds to find her clit. When his thumb brushed it, she gasped and leaned back.

  “Keep moving,” he said, lightly rubbing around her clit with his thumb. “You want to come, don’t you? Keep moving up and down on my cock. You like how it feels inside you, don’t you? You like to ride me.” He increased the pressure. “You like to fuck me, you like to tie me up and treat me like your sex toy. Then do it, Quinn. Take what you want.”

  Her pants became moans and her moans became throaty cries. He kept up the pressure of his thumb, grinding against her clit as her hips pistoned on his cock. He wouldn’t be able to last, it was too much, she was too tight and fucking him so good…

  Her body shook and a flutter ran through her pussy that shattered the last strand of his control. He thrust up, into her hard. Hot jets shot from him, flooding the delicate grip of her body. She collapsed on his chest, shuddering as her own orgasm claimed her.

  Hammer brought his bound wrists over her head so he could hold her closer. Damn if his little firecracker hadn’t just blown his fucking mind.

  His heartbeat slowed gradually but he didn’t move and neither did she. She wasn’t a tiny woman but he didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, she was perfect and if she wanted to spend the next ten hours draped over his chest with her sweet pussy wrapped around him, he’d lay right there and be ecstatic about it.

  Unfortunately for him, several moments later, she lifted her head.

  “Wow.” She wrinkled her nose, little self-consciously. “I guess I should untie you, huh?”

  He wanted to protest as she slid off him but he didn’t say anything. She picked at the knot without looking at him.

  “Quinn,” he said seriously.

  “What?” She bit her lip and kept her attention on the knot.

  “You can tie me up whenever the hell you want.”

  Her fingers stilled as she smiled at him. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Anytime.”

  She pursed her lips, that wicked twinkle sparkling in her eyes. “You got it.”

  She removed the robe’s belt from his wrists. Once his hands were his again, he wrapped his fingers behind her neck. Pulling her close, he pressed a kiss to her lips.

  “What was that for?” she laughed.

  “I felt like it.” He winked at her.

  A quick cleanup later, Hammer pulled his boxers over skin still tingling and sensitive from Quinn’s impromptu bondage session. He sighed as he sank back into the covers. It had been an experience he’d love to repeat.

  The splash of water silenced and Quinn came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. Her jaw widened with a yawn she didn’t cover as she flopped onto the empty bed.

  “Hey, Sparky, wrong bed.”

  She rose on an elbow. “Sorry bud, I need a little while to recover. You probably do too.”

  He shook his head. “You know that’s not what I meant.” He patted the empty pillow next to him. “This spot is already warmed up for you.”

  A crease furrowed her brow as she sat cross-legged on the bed. “You still want me to sleep with you?”

  “Just sleep. Nothing else to it tonight.”

  He tried to pretend her reluctance didn’t bother him. What the hell was so wrong with him that she couldn’t spend a few hours unconscious beside him? It wasn’t as if he were asking for a permanent commitment, just a chance to be near her.

  “You know what? Forget it.” He reached for the lamp and switched it off with a snap.

  It had apparently been a bad idea. He wished she’d made that clear before he let her use him like a vibrator.

  You knew what she wanted and it wasn’t someone to sleep next to, man.

  After telling his subconscious to shut the fuck up, he rolled toward the wall and tried to sleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  Quinn sat in the dark, still staring at the spot where Hammer had been a moment before. She presumed he was still there but she couldn’t see a damn thing.

  What was the big deal? Why hadn’t she lain down beside him and gone to sleep? She’d agreed to the bet and it wasn’t as if his asking price were that outrageous anyway. All she had to do was sleep beside him. She could do that, right? So why the hell was she rooted to the spot?

  It’s Guy, isn’t it? The last person you slept next to was Guy.

  She shook her head and covered her face with her hands. They smelled like Hammer’s soap.

  Do you even want Guy to come back?

  She didn’t answer the question but it did get her moving. After creeping across the bed, she stood and took the two steps separating her from Hammer. It felt as if she crossed a wall, a huge and ominous defense that had seemed impenetrable a moment before. But when she slipped beneath the covers and snuggled against Hammer’s muscled back, the anxiety fled and she was able to relax.

  “Night, Hammer,” she whispered.

  It took him a while, but contentment filled her when she heard it.

  “Night, Sparky. Sweet dreams.”

  She woke with strong arms around her, her ass cradled against a warm body. She scooted closer, wanting to be nearer to the heat.

  “You awake?” The deep voice rumbled behind her, drawing a sleepy smile to her lips.

  “Am now. Don’t want to be though.”

  He laughed and rubbed her leg. “As much as I’d love nothing more than lying here with you all day, we do have a convention to get to.”

  She sighed. “Oh. Right.”

  He pressed a kiss to her neck and threw the covers off them both. She squealed and scooted down, trying to grab them again.

  “Are you crazy? I’ll catch pneumonia! It’s freezing in here.”

  He stood and stretched. “You will not. It’s probably 68 degrees in here. Feels good.”

  “Stupid polar bear,” Quinn mumbled as Hammer disappeared into the bathroom.

  She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She could still smell him on her pillows. It was an intoxicating scent. She could definitely get used to it.

  What seemed like a blink of time later, the covers were ripped from her again.

  “Come on.” His palm connected with her ass and a loud smack rent the air. “Get going. We’re going to be late.”

  “Can’t. It’s too cold.”

  He bent low and scooped her into his arms.

  She squealed, gripping his shoulders. “What are you doing?

  “I’ve got to get you moving since you don’t seem to be inclined to otherwise.” He let her down, pressing a kiss to the end of her nose. “Come on. I’ll buy you
breakfast if you’re ready in ten minutes.”

  “Are you kidding?” Her eyes went round. “Ten minutes?”

  He glanced at his watch. “Make that nine minutes and fifty seconds.”

  She disappeared into the bathroom without another word.

  Even though she took fifteen minutes instead of ten, Hammer was as good as his word, and they made their way down to the convention floor with bagels and steaming cups of coffee. Quinn walked fast as they passed the already lengthy lines of convention goers waiting for the doors to open. It was difficult not to feel like a fraud as she and Hammer entered the “staff only” door.

  “You okay, Sparky?”

  “Yeah,” she said, skirting a half-loaded cart in the aisle. “I’m not used to this side of things. I don’t want to screw up and make you look bad.”

  They arrived at their booth. After setting their breakfast on the front table, Hammer wrapped his arms around her. With a sigh, she relaxed against him.

  “Listen, you’ll do fine.” His broad hand rubbed up and down her back. “Just be yourself, Sparky, and I guarantee everything will be all right.”

  His lips were soft as he pressed them to her forehead and Quinn sighed. Was it even possible to keep a negative emotion around this guy? He was like one of those carbon-water filters. All her bad things went through him and came back good.

  “Thanks.” On impulse, she reached up and kissed his lips.

  His fingers were gentle as they brushed her bangs from her eyes. “Now come on. We’ve got some setting up to finish and breakfast to eat. The doors will open in less than an hour.”

  Setting up Hammer’s tattooing station took almost half an hour. Getting the angle exactly right for passersby to watch without disturbing Hammer’s concentration was harder than Quinn had thought. Once his portfolio books were spread out and his equipment sanitized and ready to go, they sat down to eat.

  “So what’s the goal of this?” Quinn tore her blueberry bagel into pieces before dipping them in the small container of cream cheese. “I mean, other than to do a bunch of tattoos for three days.” The chewy, tangy bite was delicious. She needed to remember to say thanks again.