Our tongues twirl as our kiss deepens. My dick aches to be in her, and strains against my shorts.
Seeing her on the other side of the glass confirmed everything I felt about her. Part of me thought she looked too good for a man like me, but the second she walked in the door I realized she’s all mine. We belong together.
We always have.
But I don’t want to think about any of that right now. I only want to think of Eloise, naked and screaming my name as I make her come.
“Mark me, please. I am yours, I will forever be yours,” Eloise says, her breath tickling my neck.
“I’m not inking you until I know for sure that it’s what you want.”
“It is what I want.”
“Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m going to do to you. But that has to wait, I need one last taste.”
“What do you mean last?” she says, pulling away, her eyes wide with worry.
I pick her up by the waist and she squeals. I set her on the padded table I use when people have to lay down to get their tattoos. Her hands tug at the bottom of my T-shirt, and I pull it over my head.
“God, I missed this body,” she says, running her hands over my muscles.
“Not as much as this body’s missed you,” I say, and push her hand against my rock-hard cock.
She moans, and slips her hand under the waistband of my shorts. Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she starts stroking me. I throw back my head, and let the tingles rush over me.
I push my shorts and boxers down, and kick them off my feet. Eloise half moans and half laughs as she pushes her body off the table and sinks to her knees.
Just like on our first night in the park, she surprises me by her action, but I’m not complaining. She lightly cups my balls and licks up my shaft. When she reaches the tip, she closes her mouth over the head and runs her tongue around the ridge.
Eloise sucks my cock deep into her mouth, and I swear I’m halfway down her throat.
I grab onto the table to steady myself. She’s too good. She makes me feel too good.
“Enough, or I’ll blow,” I say, pulling her up by her armpits.
All four of our hands wrestle her top off, and I undo her bra. Her nipples are pearled, and I flick them with my tongue. I run my hands over her curves, and lift her back onto the table.
My dick is screaming at me to fuck her, to claim her as mine forever. But I want to take my time. I want to taste her while I still can.
My lips lock on hers again, and she whimpers under the intensity.
Eloise’s perched on the edge of the table, her knees apart. I push my body as close to her as I can. My hands run up her soft thighs, and push her skirt up as far as I can.
The pinky finger of my right hand brushes against her lips, and is immediately coated from her slick mound.
I break the kiss, and say, “You’re not wearing any panties.”
“I guess I forgot to put them on this morning.”
“You bad girl,” I say and grind my cock against her.
“I’m your bad girl.”
“I know,” I say chuckling, and pick her up.
She wraps her legs around my waist and holds onto my shoulders. Her skirt falls between us and I back into the barber-style chair, bringing Eloise with me. She straddles me, and I grab the hem of the skirt, and pull it out from in between us.
Her mound is drenched and all the blood in my body rushes to my dick. With my hands, I circle her body on me, coating myself in her wetness.
Lifting her a little, I place my tip at her entrance.
Our eyes meet, and I hold her gaze as she lowers herself onto me. Her slick walls, hugging me tight, are the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
I cup the back of her head, and pull her close to me.
In a low voice, I say, “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Maybe I like it here. I want to be your bad girl right now.” Her voice is breathy, and makes my dick throb.
“Then ride me, the way you did at the lake house. I want to watch you on me. I want to see how you’re mine.”
“I am yours, but you have to be mine too.”
Eloise raises her arms, laces her fingers together behind her head and grinds herself on my cock. My eyes rake over her as she moves, her tits bouncing and her hands tousling her loose hair.
My dick has never been so fucking happy. Neither has my soul.
Eloise will be in my life forever, whatever it takes. Even if it means seeing her mother every day. I can’t be without her.
I sink deeper into the chair, shudders and tingles coat my skin. My cock throbs in her tight pussy. My sack draws tight against me, my balls are about to explode.
Fuck.
Not without tasting her pussy. One last taste to last me six months.
Wrapping my arms around her, I stand. My dick is still inside her, and she writhes on my cock. She’s making it very hard to do what I have to do.
I pull her off me, and lay her on the table.
“I was about to come. Why did you make me stop?” she moans.
“So was I. But I need to lick you.”
“I want you in me.”
Ignoring her, I push her back on the table and dive my head between her legs. Without bothering to kiss her thighs, I push my tongue through her folds and dip it into her entrance.
Her juices coat my tongue with the sweetest taste in the world. I close my eyes and focus on remembering it.
“Gabe,” Eloise moans.
She grinds herself against my face, covering me in her slickness as she comes. I don’t stop, I keep lapping at her folds.
Meshing her hands in my hair, she lifts her ass and moans. I ram my finger into her, and her walls clamp around it. She lets out a high-pitched scream as she comes again. My tongue doesn’t stop.
I could do this all day long.
After she calms, she says, “Oh my God, what are you doing to me?”
Lifting my head, I say, “I have to enjoy this, after I pierce you I won’t be able to lick you without a barrier until you’re healed.”
Eloise jolts up.
“You’re piercing me?”
Eloise
Waves are still crashing over me, making it difficult to think straight.
“You first came here for a piercing, didn’t you?” Gabe asks.
He slides my body further up the table, and moves his body over mine.
“Yeah, the first time I came here,” I say, giggling.
“Better late than never.”
“You think I still need to be pierced?”
A piercing might be the reason I found Gabe in the first place, but that was out of desperation to have an orgasm. Now that I found Gabe, orgasms are no longer an issue. He barely has to touch me and I quiver.
“Your pussy will look really fucking tasty with a pretty blue jewel on it.”
“I got the impression you didn’t want me to get one.”
Gabe laughs, and moves his body over mine. He pushes his throbbing dick against my mound.
“No, I wanted you to know I could make you come without one. I needed to know you were mine before I decorated you.”
“Well, you made that pretty clear.”
He nips my neck and growls, “I’m going to flick that ring, and I’ll be beating on your clit from front and back. Your head will explode.”
“I don’t think it can get more intense.”
“Only one way to find out.”
I laugh, and say, “I would love for you to pierce me.”
“Think of it as a promise ring. It’s my promise to never hurt you again.”
I moan in delight at the idea of having Gabe’s mark. It would be our little secret.
Although I still want him to tattoo me, but that can wait.
Right now I’m happy with a piercing. I’d be happy with anything Gabe did to me.
Gabe spreads my lips with his fingers and drives his hard dick into me. My walls adjust to his size, and he begins
pumping into me.
My body sparks and sizzles everywhere our skin touches. A volcano of heat wells between my legs, threatening to overwhelm me. I don’t want to cry again, it’s embarrassing but the feelings are so intense.
I claw at his back, and my legs stick up, tensed, into the air.
He moves faster and faster, grunting as he drives into me. Small spasms move across my walls, and every muscle in my body tenses, and I struggle to breathe. He lets out a long grunt, and buries himself deep within me.
A tidal wave rips through me, and all the tension in my body is washed away.
“Gabe,” I scream.
The deafening sound echoes around the room. My legs buck and kick as the orgasm rips through me. His dick throbs against my walls, seemingly making the waves stronger.
I’ve never felt anything so powerful or good or right. I seem to melt into a puddle on the table.
Without moving, Gabe hovers over me, drawing deep breaths of air into his lungs.
Gasping, I say, “We can still have sex without a condom, right?”
“Fuck yes, I wouldn’t even consider it if we couldn’t.”
Squeezing him tight, I realize how lucky I am for noticing that headline on the magazine cover. I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without Gabe. And not just because of the way he makes my body feel.
I’ve never had as much fun with anyone as I have with Gabe, and that includes Sophie.
Maybe the reason I love them both so much is because of the way they get me to relax and have fun instead of fretting about doing what I think I’m supposed to be doing.
We lie locked together in each other’s arms, without speaking. I don’t think any words need to be said. At least not right now, but I’m sure we can work things out with my parents.
Gabe kisses my forehead, and pulls out of me. Standing, he grabs his T-shirt from the floor and wipes my pussy.
“Stay there,” he says, and turns away.
The intensity of the orgasm has barely subsided. Staying here isn’t much of a choice. I couldn’t walk away right now if I tried. I close my eyes, and vaguely hear him rummaging around.
A warm, wet cloth wipes my mound, and I open my eyes. Gabe is staring intently at my folds as he cleans me. Next he squirts some kind of solution onto me, and wipes it all around me with a thin cloth.
He exposes my clit to the air, and wipes the cloth over it. The air, the cloth and Gabe’s touch unleashes another set of waves.
“Oh God,” I cry.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, pinching my clit and rolling it between his fingers like he did when we first met.
The entire area is throbbing, and I cry out again.
Gabe concentrates on what he’s doing, and I watch as he works. His fingers pinch around behind my clit, searching for the right spot. He takes some kind of metal clamp from the tray and puts it on the place where his fingers were pinching.
“You’re doing it now?”
For some reason, I didn’t realize he meant piercing me right now. I thought maybe in a couple of hours, or even tomorrow.
“Yes now, while your taste is still fresh. Otherwise I’m just going to have to keep licking you. Besides, the sooner we do it, the sooner you start healing and the sooner I can taste you again.”
Holding the clamp in place, he takes a long needle from the tray. I can’t watch any longer, and turn my head to the wall.
Without saying anything, he pushes the needle through me. Surprisingly, I don’t flinch or make any sound. I barely notice any pain. I keep my eyes on the wall but can feel him doing something down there. I suppose putting on the jeweled hoop.
“Beautiful,” he says, and tosses the items back into the tray. “Want to see?”
He holds up a mirror, and angles it between my legs.
“Of course,” I say, and look at the mirror.
The ring rests against my skin, the pretty blue jewel sparkling in the light.
“I love it,” I say, beaming at Gabe.
And I do love it. It’s fun, naughty and Gabe’s. I love everything it represents.
Gabe
“Are you going to eat that?” I ask, pointing at the last piece of pepperoni pizza.
“It’s all yours,” Eloise says, and takes a sip of her Diet Coke.
After I pierced her, we came upstairs to my apartment. We’ve been laughing and joking around all evening, but we still haven’t talked about her mother.
Neither of us has gone there, I think because things right now are perfect.
“How is it? Does it hurt?” I ask, and pick up the pizza slice.
She shrugs, and says, “Not at all.”
I’ve given her two salt baths already. It kills me, but I got her panties from the car and made her put them on to keep the area clean.
“I think it helped doing it when the area was stimulated, and that it will heal fast because of that,” I say. At least I fucking hope so.
“Are you going to tattoo me in the middle of an orgasm too?”
I chuckle, and say, “I need you to be perfectly still for that.” I pause, and add, “Are you serious about the tattoo?”
“I think so, it’s a permanent way of showing how much I love you.” Eloise slides across the futon and cuddles up against me.
“I am going to make you reflect on that for a few weeks. You realize that once I start coloring on your perfect canvas of a body that I may not be able to stop.” I take a bite of the pizza.
Her eyes widen, and wander over my arms. I hope she realizes how serious I am.
“I’m just glad I happened to walk into your tattoo parlor, and not somewhere like Hell in a Needle.”
“We were meant to be. Did you realize I wouldn’t even have a parlor if it wasn’t for your parents?”
“No, what are you talking about?”
“My mother didn’t have insurance. The money I got when I turned twenty-five was a trust fund your mother set up. From the sounds of it, a lot of the money in it was hers.”
Eloise’s eyebrows squeeze together, and she sets her drink on the coffee table.
“I don’t understand. Why do you think that?”
“Because she told me.”
“Who told you? My mom?”
“Yes, she was here yesterday and told me about how she was my mother’s friend. She showed me her tattoo of a rose. Did you know she has a tattoo?”
“She showed me, but I never knew until yesterday.”
“I bet you never thought your mother was inked,” I say, laughing.
“It was a surprise, but not exactly my biggest surprise in the last week. She didn’t say anything about a trust fund.”
“She set it up after my mother died.”
“She must’ve cared a lot about your mother, as well as you and your sister.”
“It’s something I’ve been debating, did she set it up because she cared or did she set it up to alleviate her guilt?”
Eloise’s shoulders drop, and she leans back in her seat. “Do you really think it’s her fault? Wouldn’t there have been a big lawsuit if she’d been the reason?”
I throw the pizza crust on the table. Was it her fault? I don’t know anymore. I spent the last fifteen years believing it was. It’s what my father and aunt always said. No one said anything about my mother not revealing all her symptoms. I wonder if my father ever knew that.
Why didn’t my mom tell the doctor all her symptoms? Was a bit of embarrassment worth dying over? What if she’d never died, and I got to keep my perfect life in Rochester, with Eloise.
I swallow and stop myself going down that path. God knows I’ve spent enough of the past wondering about the what ifs.
None of it will bring my mother back.
My mother knew I had a crush on Eloise, I only wish she knew we ended up together. She would’ve loved Eloise. My heart grows heavy as all the things my mother never got to know flash through my mind. The biggest of all being the fact that she’ll never know my children,
our children. And our children will never get to know their amazing grandmother.
Eloise is looking at me, waiting for an answer. I swallow again, trying to release the tension in my throat.
“Probably,” I mutter. I want to believe it, if nothing else.
Her face softens, and she smiles. “We can make this work, I know my mother really wants to make it work. So do my father and Sophie. We’ve got the three people who love me most in the world rooting for us and willing to do anything for us. Everything is going to be great.”
I shake my head, and say, “They’re not the three people who love you most, I am.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay fine, after you.”
“You know, part of me feels like I owe them, for the money.”
“There’s no way my mother feels like you owe her. Trust me, she definitely feels that she owes you.” Eloise runs her hand over my chest muscles. “Think how lucky you are, not many men have girlfriends whose mother feel as supportive of them as mine does about you.”
“I still don’t want to rush over and have dinner with them again.”
“That’s fine, there’s no rush. We can take as long as we want and figure this out. I don’t have to see them all the time, I work with them, remember. I do need to see Sophie though.”
“Sophie’s cool, I can handle hanging out with her.”
“See, baby steps. I think a lot of your reaction was the uncertainty of how you would feel and how my mother would feel about you. But that’s done now, that’s in the past, the next meeting won’t be like that at all. Especially since you talked to my mother yesterday.”
“I’m still not in a rush to do that again.”
“That’s fine, you don’t have to be. There’s no rush, there’s no pressure at all.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tight to me, knowing my life is perfect again.
Epilogue - Gabe
One Year Later…
“What about this? Do you want it?” Eloise asks, holding up a tray covered with old papers. Her hair is loose, and hangs around her shoulders.
“Dump,” I say.
“Gone,” she says, and drops it in the cardboard box marked trash.
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