This has to be all in my head, she told herself. But realizing that didn’t lessen her need or alleviate it. She squeezed her thighs together and a strangled breath caught in her throat when she discovered how wet she was.
“I am so hard for you right now,” Eric said.
Butch’s needle went still as he lifted his gaze to Eric. “Do you two need to take a fuck break?”
Yes! Rebekah wanted to shout, but Eric shook his head. “Keep going.”
Butch shrugged, dipped the tip of his needle in ink, and went back to work on Rebekah’s wrist.
Her fingers curled as her palm began to tingle. Her toes curled as well when her pussy pulsed with the first tease of orgasm. If she didn’t get out of the chair soon, she was going to come right there in front of Butch. And from Eric’s glazed eyes and shallow uneven breathing, she figured he probably realized that. Maybe even wanted her to. And she did strive to make her husband happy.
“You have no idea how much I want to taste your cum right now,” Eric said.
Rebekah gasped. She could almost feel his tongue plunging into her pussy, swirling around her opening to collect a taste of her.
The needle paused again as Butch gave Eric a what-the-fuck look.
“Don’t stop,” Eric said to him. “She just needs a little encouragement from me.”
Butch shook his head. “A little encouragement—?”
“Shh!” Eric interrupted. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Ignore us.”
“Kind of hard to ig—”
“Tattoo her,” Eric demanded. “Now!”
The gun buzzed to life again as Butch inked a dark spot at the pulse point of Rebekah’s wrist. Pain made her clench her hand into a fist and squeeze her eyes shut. She hoped he’d move from that tender spot quickly and at the same time she hoped he’d keep adding layer upon layer of ink so the sensation wouldn’t leave her. It hurt so good. Slowly she relaxed her hand and the muscles of her face so she could enjoy the sparks of pain dancing along her wrist and the more intense waves of pleasure in her breasts and low in her belly.
Eric’s hand moved to rest on Rebekah’s ankle, and she dragged her eyes open to look at him. Her mind had slipped into an unfamiliar realm. She recognized the sexual longing she felt, but didn’t understand why pain had aroused her to such a state.
“Can you feel me inside you?” Eric murmured. His fingers stroked her ankle in a slow, sultry rhythm.
“I want to,” she said, her gaze locked with his.
“Then let me in.”
Her thighs relaxed, falling open slightly, and she could feel him, or rather the memory of him, entering her, filling her. His hard shaft pressed deep, withdrew, pressed deep again in the same cadence as the fingers rubbing against her ankle.
The sharp pain in her wrist shifted to a new spot, and she gasped as Eric’s spell over her was broken.
“Didn’t you two get enough of each other on your honeymoon?” Butch asked, rubbing at the silver hoop between his nostrils with the back of his hand.
“We haven’t gone on a honeymoon yet,” Rebekah said, self-consciously rubbing her free arm over her aching nipple in an attempt to control her insatiable lust.
“You’d better get on that,” Butch said. “I think you just melted the vinyl off my best chair.”
“She is a hot little thing,” Eric said, his voice husky with need.
“Lift your arm over your head,” Butch said.
Rebekah shifted her arm so that her wrist was resting on the top of her head and her elbow was pointing upward. Butch adjusted the height of his chair.
“This area is really sensitive,” Butch warned as he smoothed the skin on the tender underside of her upper arm. “If you need to take a break, let me know.”
She doubted she’d need a break. A change of panties? Perhaps. Something to bite down on so she didn’t scream in ecstasy? Most likely. A good hard fucking? Definitely. But not a break.
Eric’s hand slid up her ankle to her calf. He didn’t need to torment her to get the sexual response he craved. That delightfully vicious tattoo needle was more than enough to make her pussy swell and ache.
Rebekah’s mouth dropped open when the needle aggravated a particularly sensitive pain receptor. She wasn’t sure if she should cry out in pain or pleasure. Eric’s hand slid to her upper thigh and he leaned close.
“Do you want me inside you?” Eric whispered into her ear.
“Yes.”
“Right here?”
“Yes,” she responded louder.
“Right now?”
“Yes!”
“Butch, unless you want to watch me fuck her in this chair, you should probably take your lunch break right now and lock the front door behind you on your way out.”
“Uh,” Butch said as he lowered the tattoo gun.
“Are you finished?” Rebekah asked, disappointment settling in her chest.
“Not quite.”
“Let him finish,” Rebekah said to Eric. “I can wait.”
“Maybe,” Eric said. “But I can’t.”
“I could send you home so you can have some alone time with your hand,” Rebekah teased. She gasped brokenly when Butch got back to work with his needle.
Eric slid his fingers into her hair and clenched them into a fist. “If you don’t stop turning me on with those little noises and those faces you’re making—”
“And with my hard, achy nipples and drenched, swollen pussy?” she goaded him.
Butch set his tattoo gun aside and stood. “Uh, I need to go home for a few and have some alone time with my hand. You two get this out of your system before I return so I can concentrate on my work.”
He walked rather woodenly toward the front door, pulled the shade down, switched off the neon open sign, and exited the shop with a little wave.
Before the lock had even turned, Eric had his jeans around his knees and his fingers fumbling at the waist of Rebekah’s shorts.
“Jeez, Eric,” she said. “You have absolutely no self-control.”
“Your fault,” he murmured before he claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
She was already too turned on to make him stop, so she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled upward, separating their mouths only long enough to relieve herself of the stifling garment. Eric unfastened the front hook of her bra and then filled his palms with her aching breasts—squeezing and twisting the heavy globes, pinching her stiff nipples.
“Yes,” she cried into his seeking mouth. She wanted it rough.
She helped him yank off her shorts, kicking them aside impatiently as she scooted to the edge of the chair, where she wrapped her limbs around Eric and pulled him tightly against her. The pain in her raw, newly tattooed arm only excited her further.
“Fuck me,” she growled into his ear before biting his lobe. “I ache for you.”
“What you do to me, woman,” he complained as he grabbed her hips. “I’ll never get enough of you. Ever.”
She was counting on that. He was hard as granite as he sank into her with a deep thrust. She cried out, so turned on by their unusual foreplay that she climaxed immediately. “Oh God, Eric.”