Hours later, we fell into an exhausted sleep. Our bodies spent, the muscles between my legs swollen and deliciously tender from the most incredible night of sin.
Sometime before dawn, I slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him. As soon as my feet hit the floor they felt the empty condom wrappers we had discarded throughout our evening of debauchery. One. Two. Three. Four.
Yep. Four condoms and numerous, mind-blowing orgasms. Even now my body clenched and pulsed at the memory.
But this was where our story ended. It was time to hit the road.
I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the light. I splashed water on my face and then stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had gotten what I had come here for. I had successfully fucked Charlie out of my mind, and there was no point hanging around to complicate things further.
Again, my body pulsed and throbbed with the memory of that ten-inch cock and what it had done to me.
I dressed quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible so I didn’t wake my one-night stand.
Before I turned off the light, I stared at the sexy bulk sprawled on the bed. He was on his stomach, his muscular back and perfect ass on display, and I paused to take him in one last time.
“Goodnight, handsome,” I whispered into the shadowy room.
Then, turning off the light, I slipped through the door and into the early morning.
CALEB
The gorgeous blonde squirmed on the bed.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
“It hurts,” she moaned.
No shit, it hurt. No one ever said getting inked was a day in the park.
“You want me to stop, give you a break?”
She shook her head. “No,” she moaned. “I like it.”
I returned my attention to the heart tattoo I was adding just south of her belly button.
“Ooh, that’s sensitive.” The way she said it with that whimpering moan, it went straight to my balls.
“You just tell me if you need me to stop, darlin’.”
She gripped the edge of the tattoo bed and gasped again. “Keep going, Caleb.”
Christ, the way she was moaning, anyone would think I was fucking her.
And so it went on for the next half an hour. Every few minutes she would moan or whimper, or a strange sound would strangle in her throat and she would bite down on her lip. Then she would move restlessly—that in itself is annoying for any tattoo artist—and moan again like she was about to come.
Finally finishing up, I wiped the new artwork clean and dressed it.
I straightened and gave her a wink. “We’re done.”
She parted her legs so I could see she wasn’t wearing panties and looked up at me with serious come-fuck-me eyes. “Are you sure about that, Caleb?”
Her invitation was unmistakable. And fuck it, after all that moaning, I was in the mood.
“What are you offering, sweetheart?”
She sat up and her long blonde curls tumbled over her shoulders. She parted her legs wider so I got a good look at her smooth pussy, and goddamn, I needed to get in there. She pulled me to her by my belt buckle and brushed her fingers over the growing hardness behind the zipper.
“I’ve heard about you,” she batted her lashes up at me. “Heard about how big you are.”
She undid my belt buckle and lowered my zipper. When she saw the size of me, she licked her lips and slid her hand between me and my Calvins, her fingers curling around the width of me and squeezing. Holding on tight, she lay down and guided me toward her parted pussy.
“Whoa, there, baby, let me get a condom,” I said, pulling back.
She grabbed my hand to stop me.
“We don’t need one, I’m clean.” She tried to look innocent, but it was hard to pull off given she was lying half-naked on a tattoo bed with her legs spread and her shaven pussy on show. “I don’t want anything coming between me and that big cock of yours.”
I began to second-guess fucking her, and my arousal began to fade. I was a wrap-before-you-tap kind of guy. No pussy was worth any kind of cock rot, or worse, a life sentence. And the fact that she was offering it to me, made me wonder how many other guys received the same offer.
But I hadn’t fucked anyone since that hot brunette a few weeks earlier.
The one who wouldn’t tell me her name.
The one with the smokin’ body.
The one with the lush mouth and unforgettable pussy.
The one I hadn’t been able to get out of my head for weeks.
Remembering her juicy body and the way it milked my cock made me hard again. A sweet anticipation began to coil in the base of my belly. I reached for the condom, ripped it open and rolled it on. Yeah, that brunette was something else. The way she rode me. The way she got up on her knees and offered me her perfect pussy. The way she opened up for me and sucked me in, milking me with that tight, little pussy of hers, making me come over and over again.