Flame Page 4

  She shakes her head, staring up at me with hooded eyes. “I want this. I just need to take it slow, okay?”

  “I’m not looking for fast, darlin’. You take all the time you want because I know I will.” I smirk, our faces only inches from each other.

  There’s something so intense about staring at someone this close. Something so intimate about it. Rarely have I ever done this with anyone. I never care about the emotion in their eyes or the tenderness they need. But Gigi is different. I am different with her.

  She lets out a shaky breath, lifting up on her tiptoes to give me her lips again, and this time, I don’t hold anything back. I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, loving the way she tastes of mint and strawberries.

  Then she pulls away. “I have to be honest with you,” she says, holding my sides but keeping her eyes locked on mine. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and I was always in a relationship if I slept with someone. This is all new to me. I need you to know…”

  “I don’t need to know anything.”

  “But what if I’m bad?” She blinks up at me like she’s surprised by my words.

  “You can never be bad at anything. There’s no such thing. Do what feels right and good. Do what comes naturally, and I promise you it’ll be good for the both of us.”

  She nods, seeming satisfied by my statement. I’ve never understood that way of thinking. I’ve never had a bad time in the sack, no matter the level of skill or number of partners the person has had before me. I don’t care if she’s been with one or a dozen guys as long as her mind, hands, and body are only on me.

  “No more talking.” We’ve already said too many words, and I can’t go another minute without my body attached to hers in some form.

  Her tits press against my chest as I take her mouth again, claiming her long and deep with the kiss, showing her how I feel and how badly I want her, experience be damned.

  She slowly slides her hands over my stomach, moving to my abdomen before gliding them across my trail of hair, finding my hard cock. The moan that escapes her lips along with the soft warmth of her skin makes my dick twitch in anticipation.

  “You’re big,” she mumbles against my mouth because I don’t give her a chance to get away this time. I knead her ass cheeks, humming my appreciation at the way her hand strokes along my shaft. When her fingertips find my piercings, she freezes.

  “Oh. My. God.” She pushes me away with one hand, cock still firmly in her grasp with the other. Her eyes are glued to my dick and are wide, her mouth hanging open. “I didn’t know you had…”

  I move my hips toward her, and my cock bobs, showing off the shiny jewelry that has often gotten a mixed reaction from the ladies.

  “Can I?”

  I don’t think anyone’s ever asked for a better view, but if that’s what she wants, she can do whatever the fuck she pleases. “Anything you want.”

  She folds her legs, kneeling before me on top of the towel that had fallen near our feet. I place my hands on my hips, stopping myself from pulling her in and jamming my dick, piercing and all, across her pretty pink tongue.

  “You’ve never seen a pierced dick?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “Not this close, but I have seen them. Never touched one, though.”

  “Figured all the college boys were into shit like this.”

  “Shh,” she says, peering up for a moment with her eyebrows drawn together before she goes back to staring at my cock. “It’s an apadravya, right?”

  “For a chick who hasn’t seen many, you sure got the name nailed.”

  She shrugs, toying with the metal. “I know a little about this type of stuff. It’s always fascinated me.”

  I can’t take my eyes off her fingers as they move around the tip of my dick. The girl is a conundrum. She’s innocent. There’s no denying that. It’s not an act either. But she knows shit too. Shit someone with her level of innocence probably shouldn’t know. I don’t ask because I don’t care. There’s a hot chick on the floor, eye-to-eye with my junk, touching me. That’s all that fucking matters.

  Her tongue pokes out of her mouth, sweeping across her bottom lip, and I grip my sides harder, trying to control myself. “I’ve heard it’s pleasurable.”

  “There’s one way to find out.” I’m about done with show-and-tell, but then I remember I have to be patient. Something I’ve never been known to be.

  “Can I lick it?”

  Oh. My. Fucking. God. This girl is too much. “Of course.” I’m not a fucking idiot. “Deep-throat it if you want.”

  She gazes up the length of my body, looking small kneeling before me. “Let’s not get extreme.”

  “A guy can hope.” I smirk and then hold my breath as she leans forward, that cute-ass soft tongue coming out from between her lips, reaching for a taste of my cock.

  I can’t take my eyes off her. The curve of her breasts as she moves toward me. The slenderness of her fingers as they wrap around my shaft, milking me as she tentatively touches the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock.

  My body rocks forward, wanting her warmth and the wetness only her mouth can deliver. I close my eyes because watching this sweet, pure girl take me into her mouth is too much for me to handle.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as she slides her tongue over the tip, across the shaft, taking me slowly, inch by inch between her lips.

  The warmth is instantly gone. “Did I do something wrong?”

  I blink down at her in confusion. “Don’t stop, darlin’. It was the closest to heaven I’ve ever been.”

  She smiles, liking the praise, but then something passes across her face. “I’ve been told I suck. Not in the good way either.”

  “Whoever told you that should be shot. There’s no such thing as a bad blow job.” Technically, I’m lying. There is such a thing, but I doubt this girl could do anything wrong.

  Her tongue’s back on my dick a moment later, and I breathe a sigh of relief. If there’s any more talking, I might lose my mind.

  Her lips close around my shaft as she sucks me deep. No teeth with the perfect amount of suction and tongue. I’m in heaven, loving the way she uses her hand, not leaving an inch of my cock untouched.

  “Just like that, baby.” I tangle my fingers in her hair. I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I want to touch her. I need to touch her.

  “Darlin’,” I say softly in a shaky breath as her tongue dances around the piercing, sending shock waves throughout my system. “Up, baby.”

  She blinks up at me with my cock still nestled between her lips, eyebrows drawn inward like she’s confused.

  “I want to taste you.”

  The corners of her mouth tip up, grazing the underside of my shaft with her teeth. I don’t wince or grimace at the sensation because the last thing I want this girl to think is that I’m not enjoying myself.

  I reach down, helping her stand before wrapping my arm around her back, hauling her toward the bed. My mouth is back on hers as our bodies fall backward, bouncing when we hit the bed. She lands on top of me, but she never stops kissing me as her hands slide across my shoulders, holding on to me.

  I roll, pinning her underneath me, careful not to crush her with my weight. I kiss a line down her jaw to her neck, licking at the soft skin below her ear. Her fingernails dig into the skin of my upper back as she arches her back like she’s offering her chest up to me and not satisfied with my mouth anywhere else.

  Lifting up on one elbow, I stare down at her tanned skin, shining like a beacon underneath me. I slide my finger across the swell of her breasts as her breathing accelerates, and her eyes are fixed on me.

  “You’re so beautiful.” I gaze down her body, letting my eyes linger on her wonderland of flesh.

  “I could lose…”

  I shake my head. “You’re perfect the way you are.” Suddenly, I’m a Chatty Cathy too, whispering sweet nothings to a girl I’ll never see again.

  She’s fierce, yet unsure about everything sexually, alm
ost like she’s a virgin. I gulp at the possibility, hoping like fuck she’s just had dipshit college boys in her life and that she’s not entirely new to sex.

  “Have you really done this before?”

  She nods, giving me a small smile. “Yes, Pike. I’m not a virgin. I just…”

  “Had shit boyfriends.”

  She nods again. “It was never like this.”

  “Like what, darlin’?”

  “Slow and soft.”

  Fuck.

  The last time I took it slow and soft was back in high school when I didn’t know my ass from my dick. But here I am, going slow and soft for this girl because she needs it. Lying here naked with her, I’d do anything she asked without question.

  “But I ache, Pike.” She shifts her legs, rubbing her knees together and driving me crazy with desire. “I ache for you like I’ve never ached before.”

  “I’m going to make you feel good,” I promise, leaning forward and swiping my tongue across her nipple.

  She gasps, pushing her tits upward and against my mouth as I run my tongue around the outside edge of her nipple.

  She burrows her fingers in my hair, pulling my head down against her skin. “Don’t tease me, Pike.”

  I gaze down at her, noticing her rosy cheeks and the sheen of sweat across her skin. “I’m not teasing, I’m savoring, darlin’.”

  She growls a response, but I ignore her, going back to what I was doing and enjoying the fuck out of it. Her skin is warm and smooth against my lips, but her nipples are hot and hard on my tongue. Her body shakes as I close my lips around the tip, sucking with the right amount of pressure to drive her wild and have her on the brink.

  Her nails claw my skin as her legs rub together, her body begging and needing more as she writhes underneath me.

  I slide my hand down her side, making my way to her brown curls before slipping between her legs. Her knees fall to the sides, meeting the bed and giving me access to all of her.

  The girl is wet. Almost dripping with need and I’ve barely touched her. I have to test her and figure out what she can take before I try to fuck her. The last thing I need is to hurt her, and she seems so sketchy and unsure about sex, I’m not sure I believe her depth of experience.

  She rocks into my hand as I slide my fingers through her folds, parting her skin and stroking the pad of my thumb over her clit. She gasps, jumping like I shocked her at the contact.

  I glance up, but she smirks with hazy, lust-filled eyes. “Don’t stop,” she begs me.

  I mumble words against her skin, nipple still in my mouth, so I don’t make a bit of sense and I don’t care. I’m too busy exploring her flesh, tasting her body, and enjoying the fuck out of myself to speak or stop.

  She tenses as I slide a finger down through her wetness and around the promised land, but as soon as I start to push inside, she relaxes and spreads her legs even wider.

  She’s tight, but not virginal tight. She may not have been with too many guys, but I’m not the first one to enter this territory. She doesn’t even grimace as I push my finger all the way inside her body, relishing the warmth of her skin on mine. She moves with me, meeting every thrust of my fingers as her pussy contracts around me.

  I pull out, adding a second finger, going slower this time and sucking harder on her nipple. She moans, pushing her ass upward and head backward like she’s in heat.

  “God, Pike. I want you so bad. Fuck me. Fuck me, please. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t make me beg.”

  I lift my head, fingers still buried inside her, rubbing her G-spot. “I’ll never make you beg.” I smirk, loving the way this girl reacts to everything I say and do. “Unless we’re playing that game.”

  “Not now. Please.”

  I reach across her, grabbing the condom I’d left there last night when I thought I had a sure thing coming back to my room. Gigi moves both hands to my cock, jerking me as I place the wrapper between my teeth and tear it open.

  “You want the honors?” I ask her, loving the way she touches me.

  She shakes her head and pulls away, leaving my cock feeling cold and alone. “Not with the metal. You do it.”

  I lean back, watching every movement. I make quick work of the condom after years of practice, barely noticing the piercing as I roll it down over the tip and shaft, readying myself for what I know is going to feel like heaven.

  She places her feet on the bed, spreading her legs open as I slide between her thighs and line up our bodies. I can’t take my eyes off her face as I lean forward on my elbows, ready to fuck this girl, but knowing I have to take my time.

  I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her soft and gentle as my cock nudges her opening. She moans again as I press inside slowly. Inch by inch, I sheath my cock in the warmth of her pussy, causing my eyes to roll back from the tightness and pressure I haven’t experienced with anyone else in a long time.

  Her fingernails are on my skin, raking across my back as I push all the way inside until I’m fully seated. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow down her pleasure, taking it as my own.

  I rock my hips, thrusting in and out as slowly as I can with as hard as I am. Sweat breaks out across my skin as the mix of pleasure and torture washes over me. She locks her ankles around my ass, holding me to her, not giving me much leeway to be aggressive.

  I roll my hips, moving any way I can in this position. She pulls her lips away, staring up at me as I rock into her. I thought our moment was intense before, but it’s nothing compared to this. Being buried balls deep, staring into each other’s eyes, I’m momentarily winded from the intimacy.

  My heart pounds as I realize I could like this girl. Not just like her, I could spend more than one night staring into her big blue eyes, listening to her babble about whatever she’ll talk about. I could spend forever between these legs, fucking her, and never get bored.

  I push my thoughts out of my mind, needing to stay in the moment and not think about tomorrow. We never promised each other more than this. More than a fuck at a shitty-ass motel in Daytona. She’s a career girl with hopes and dreams that probably didn’t include a guy covered in tats, working nights at a tattoo shop.

  Get a grip, Pike. My mind keeps straying, and I have to remind myself to let shit go. Gigi grounds me, bringing me back to the moment when her tongue runs along the skin near my collarbone.

  “Harder,” she pleads, digging her heels firmly in my ass.

  I pull back, breaking the bond her ankles have around my back and slam into her.

  “Yes!” she screams, bucking against me, grinding her pussy against my body. “Fuck yes!”

  It doesn’t take but a few more minutes for me to teeter on the edge of orgasm. With one hand, I reach between us, rubbing her clit as I thrust inside her, deep and sharp, quickening the pace each time.

  She gasps for air as her body locks up, following me over the cliff into bliss. “Jesus,” I murmur as I nearly collapse on top of her.

  “Again,” she says almost immediately.

  “Little tiger,” I whisper, staring down at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

  “I hope you’re up for more, big boy, because I’m nowhere near done.”

  “I could go all night.”

  She pushes me backward, climbing on top of me. “Let’s see if you mean what you say.”

  I slide out from underneath her as she paws at me like she’s going to pull me back to the bed. “I’m going to need to get rid of this condom and get another.”

  “Take your time. I’ll just stare at your ass and touch myself.”

  I turn, looking over my shoulder to see she’s a girl of her word. “Fucking incredible,” I whisper, running to the bathroom because I’m nowhere near done fucking her.

  5

  Gigi

  Fifteen Months Later

  The day I stepped off the stage with the diploma in my hand, I felt like I was finishing a chapter and starting a new one. The grown-up part of my life I’d been waiting for since I
was a little kid.

  The only thing I’d ever dreamed about was working at Inked. My artistic skills, I clearly got from my dad. He’d sit with me for hours when I barely reached his hip, watching me draw picture after picture as I tried to copy his work. He was a patient teacher and an even better father. There isn’t a time in my life I remember art not being part of my world.

  My poor mother didn’t have a creative bone in her body. She was a numbers girl, and math bored the crap out of me…much to her disappointment. She dreamed of me growing up and becoming some dull corporate suit, slaving away for someone else instead of being tied to Inked.

  After four years of college and four summers interning at Inked, I am finally ready to take my rightful spot, or should I say chair, at the shop.

  “I don’t understand why you need to move out,” my mom says as I sit down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, trying to get time to pass a little quicker.

  I can’t wait to get to the shop. My uncle Bear decided he would be my first official customer, and I couldn’t be happier. But I could probably ink a piece of shit on him, and he’d still love it.

  “I love living here, Ma, but I want to have my own place. You’re great and Dad is the best, but I haven’t lived under your roof and with your rules in four years. I just think it’s the next step I have to take in my new life. Living here feels like taking a step backward, and I’m all about moving forward.”

  “Can’t you stay a few weeks? I’ve missed you.” She leans against the counter and sips her coffee, looking just as beautiful as ever.

  “I’m picking up my keys before work today, but it’ll take me a few days to get everything in order, so I’ll be here until the place is ready to move in.”

  “Take your time, baby,” she says softly before letting out a long and very dramatic sigh. “Make sure it’s perfect before you officially move out.”

  I want to tell her that I moved out four years ago, but I don’t. My mom is a big softy, and by the way she’s looking at me, she’s about to cry.

  “Did you move back home after college?” I ask her.