Ink Spots (2 page)

“Are you disappointed?”

Her voice was a whisper and her breath fanned his face. Disappointed? As if. He hadn’t thought it possible to be any more turned-on by her than before, but now…

Damn, his dick was going to murder him if it didn’t get to slide up between her thighs and fuck until it hurt.

“No.”

“Mad?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“Horny.”

Those green eyes widened, that sexy mouth formed a tight little O, but then she smiled, and horny wasn’t all he was. Fuck.

Then she asked, “For me?”

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Jaz was dumbfounded. How
could
she ask him that? He was standing there, holding her in his arms with her legs spread around him, and she was asking him if he was horny for her? He caught a glimpse of her eyes before she lowered her heavy-with-mascara lashes over them. There was uncertainty mixed with heat. That was all he needed to know.

“Yeah, baby. All for you.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

Her hands were restless against his arms and she was looking at his mouth. He found he loved holding her, cradling her, and what started out as gut-wrenching lust six months ago when she’d shown up at Katz was turning into something a whole lot more. Big, hulking, bald, tattooed, pierced ex-con Jaz was falling and falling hard.

He sure as hell hoped it didn’t hurt when he hit the ground.

“Yes, that’s why I’m here.”

“Why?”

Jaz laughed and nipped at her chin, causing her to look up at him again. “This,” he nudged her with his hips. “And…” He kissed his way along her jaw until he could tug at her ear with his teeth. She moaned softly and tilted her head. “Happy birthday,” he whispered hotly, and she shivered against him. Damn.

Gonna. Be. The. Fucking. Death. Of. Him.

“Jackie told you?”

He nodded and nipped at her chin again, sliding his tongue into the dimple. “She did.” He might as well lay it all out. “Truth is I’ve had a thing for you since the first night you showed up at my table. She picked up on it. She thought you had a bit of a thing for me as well. So, here I am…”

“I do. She knows I do. I’ve told her. I can’t believe I’m telling you. I never imagined… Y-you’re my present?”

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Her smile lit up the room. The words out of her mouth weakened his knees, reminded him once more of innocence, and made his dick even harder.

“I am. For twenty-four hours, I am all yours. We can do anything, go anywhere.”

“Anything?”

Her eyes flared with heat and she shimmied in his arms, pressing down on his cock.

She grinned at his strangled groan. He wasn’t even sure he could get words to pass through his lips. “I take it you know at least one thing you want to do?”

“Oh yes. Is that… Is that okay?”

So bold one minute, so shy the next. The blush that covered her cheeks showed even under all the makeup. “Damn, woman. I’m harder than a pole and you’re asking me if it’s okay to fuck?”

She ducked her head against his shoulder and laughed while nodding. A pinch on her ass had her yelping and lifting her head enough that he could capture her mouth again. Tentative for less than a moment before her tongue was between his lips and she was stealing his breath. Her arms around his neck, she pressed her bra-covered tits against his chest. Even through that layer and the layer of his t-shirt, he could feel her nipples, hard, pointing.

Jaz pushed away from the door. He walked, hobbled, stumbled as best he could to the nearest table. She lifted her mouth from his, and he allowed her to slide down his body. Those damn boots, those sexy-as-all-hell boots brought the top of her head to his shoulder where otherwise her head would fit perfect in the center of his chest.

“Turn around and put your hands on the table. Push your ass back toward me.”

She did as he told her, slowly pivoting on one chunky heel, flipping her blonde hair, sending him the sexiest “Come and get me, big boy” look he’d ever seen. His jeans were unbuttoned and his cock was in his hand before she could get into position good.

The woman wanted to fuck on her birthday and he was more than happy, more than willing to oblige her every minute of the next twenty-four hours.

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“Bend over more, rest your weight on your elbows.” He inched the skirt up over her hips with his free hand, baring her ass to his view for the first time. He ached at the sight of the lace panties she wore. He wanted to rip them from her body. “Are these special?” he asked, tugging at the waistband.

“No.”

“Good. Look up in the mirror.”

She did and their eyes met. He smiled and tugged sharply on the crotch of her panties, ripping a hole in the lace. The green orbs widened and he smiled while watching her. The color darkened as they started to dilate, and his fingers found her sex. And damn, she was wet, soaked inside as he parted the lips and delved deeper. A moan escaped, but she never looked away. His gaze was held captive by the hunger and arousal he saw staring back at him.

Her lips were swollen, both sets, and he parted the lower ones with his thumb to stroke her clit. His fingers were thick and he slid a second one inside her, stretching her, and slowly began to drive them upward, hard and steady.

The heels of her boots and her bent-over position had her at just the right height for him to thrust forward, for him to—

“Jaz, please… Do it. Make me…”

His fist tightened on his cock in anticipation. “Make you what?”

She pushed down on his hand, bore down on his thumb and rocked back on her heels. “Come.”

“Not until I get inside you.” Even as he said the words, he curled the two fingers inside her against the soft pad of her G-spot and rubbed. Her breath caught and her knuckles turned white as she pressed her hands into the table.

“Please. I’m ready. I can take it, please…”

“But maybe I’m not ready,” Jaz teased.

“Liar. Fuck me.”

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Dear god. “Say it again.”

“Liar.”

“Goddamn wench.” He tried to smile but it came across as something more feral and grimacing. “Say it.”

“Fuck me.” She rocked herself on the invading digits and he let go of his cock long enough to reach up and pop the hooks on her bra. The straps immediately slid down her arms.

“One more time. Say it, Mandi.” Jaz stepped in closer, his cock brushing against her ass, sliding down toward her pussy, and as he pulled his fingers out, he drew some of her wetness across the crown. He bit back a curse of his own and touched the head to her newly vacated opening.

“Fuck. Me.”

She settled farther back on her heels and impaled herself on the first half-inch. He’d have let her keep going if she’d had something to hold on to, but she didn’t, so he gripped her hips, pushed forward, and her feet hit the floor again as he sank fully inside her. The lace of her torn panties added another bit of sensation to his already sensitive cock shaft, and the sight of it made his mouth dry.

Their groans, grunts, moans and sighs echoed off the concrete walls. He pulled back then pushed in again, letting go of her right hip to reach under her. She lifted and his palm closed over one of her large, oh so fucking perfect tits with the pebbled nipple tormenting him. He wanted to taste it, roll it around his tongue, nibble on it with the edges of his teeth. He wanted to grip, tug and twist it. He wanted…so many things.

Jaz leaned down over her back, pumping his hips against the softest, most-incredible out-of-this-world ass, driving his cock deep inside the hottest most divine pussy… He kissed along her shoulder, licked up her neck, and she turned her head just a small fraction so he could place a kiss on her cheek. Their eyes stayed locked in the mirror and she smiled. He answered with one of his own while dropping his other hand down between her legs, his big fingers reaching for her clit.

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“Do you need this? Do you need this in order to come?” he whispered into her hair.

“Yes. Always.”

“Then give it to me.”

Her eyes flashed with a hint of laughter. “But… But it’s my birthday.”

“So. What? You think I should give it to you?”

“Yes please.”

He rubbed circles around the little button, drawing moans and pulling gasps from between her lips. He lifted and watched his cock as he pulled back with his hips then watched it disappear inside her again. They were both soaked with her juices. Every time he pulled out, more pooled inside the ripped crotch of her ruined panties.

“Now that you brought up things that should be given to you on your birthday, you know what that means don’t you?”

“No.”

The thought alone was going to make him come. “It means…” He leaned down again, pressed his mouth to her ear, pulled down on her clit, and whispered, “A spanking.”

“Ooohhh.”

She shook her head at the same moment her pussy started to spasm against his cock. She moved against his thumb and forefinger violently, nearly dislodging his cock, biting her lip and letting out only a small whimpering moan as the orgasm quaked through her.

He couldn’t hold out anymore either. The sensations, the feel of her, the sight of her all contrasting differences to what he was used to seeing when he looked at her, the words “fuck me” from her lips, the fact that he was actually with her, inside her, playing with her, touching her was all too much in the face of her coming all over his dick.

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He let go of her clit and held her hips as he slammed into her hard and without mercy. The sweat that had been beading on top of his bald head started to slide down the sides of his face and the back of his neck. He worked her pussy hard, rode her from behind for every ounce he was worth, pushing her up on her toes then pulling her back down on those goth-looking fuck-me bootheels.

She was his fantasy, his goddamn dream, and then he was coming. He pulled out just as the streams of ejaculate started up his cock. All over the back of her already destroyed panties, all over the underside of her denim skirt, he came.

His grunts of pleasure were incoherent, and the blood pounding in his ears was as loud as it had been the second he’d seen her when he walked into the room. She was gonna kill him with lust. And he couldn’t think of a better way to go.

“Did you mean it?”

Her voice sounded very far away, given the buzzing in his brain. “Huh?”

She giggled. “Did you mean it?”

He couldn’t think straight, much less string two words together, and she was giggling at his answer. Jaz took a deep breath then another and still a few more before he started to calm. “Did I mean what?”

“What you said about birthday spankings.”

He met her eyes in the mirror again, and for a moment couldn’t figure out what the look in hers was. Fear? Excitement? “Maybe. Why?”

“No reason.”

“Liar.” He stepped back and tucked his cock back in his jeans. “Can you stand?” He offered a hand and she took it, holding on tight, letting him pull her up. She started to wobble but he caught her around the waist and tugged her around to face him, holding her against his chest. It was the perfect opportunity to tilt her head up and plant a kiss on that lovely mouth. She hummed and smiled.

“Jaz?”

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God but he loved hearing his name from her lips. “Hmmm?”

“I’m starving.”

* * * * *

Mandi dried her freshly washed face and looked into the mirror above the sink. She was naked save for her bra, hardly able to believe Jaz was there, standing on the other side of the room, waiting for her. She could hardly believe he’d just taken her from behind against one of the tables the other girls used to put on their makeup. She could hardly believe she’d admitted to crushing on him and that he’d admitted the same thing…

Turning forty wasn’t so damn bad after all.

“So, where do you want to get something to eat from? Here?”

Jaz’s voice curled in her belly, warm and sexy. She’d never come across anyone like him before. He was a huge brick wall of a man, covered in tattoos, looking every inch like a man who would just as soon rip someone limb from limb as to look at them if they crossed him wrong. He had good friends, a couple of businesses, and Jackie thought the sun rose and set with him.

“No, not here.”

She remembered being a little afraid to talk to him when she first met him. He looked as though he hated her on sight, but then he’d watch her intently with lust burning in his dark blue eyes. Her own reactions bothered her a little at first too. Every time she saw him, she wanted to climb up his large, solid body and never climb down.

She wanted those strong arms around her, that deep voice rumbling through him into her, his lips on hers, his penis easing the ache inside her. And it all made her shy around him for fear she’d blurt out her feelings, her desires.

All that changed the minute he walked into the dressing room. He was hers for the entire twenty-four hours of her birthday. She was going to have to hug Jackie for making the move it seemed neither Jaz nor Mandi were going to make on their own.

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“Then where? It’s not like we’ve got a huge selection of places that are open after midnight here.”

Mandi pulled a black sweater and a pair of jeans out of her bag, along with a new pair of panties. She always carried a duffle with her when she went to work with a change of clothes inside. Tonight she was doubly grateful for it. After snapping the jeans and pulling the sweater on over her head, she slid her bare feet into a pair of glittery flip-flops, grabbed her purse, her duffle now filled with her work clothes, her boots and her wig, and walked back out to the main area of the room to a waiting Jaz.

His gaze took her in from head to toe, stopping in the center of her chest at the v-neck of the sweater. She hadn’t put any more makeup on, just a light tinted moisturizer and a little dab of lip gloss. It really wasn’t until right then, standing in front of him for the first time without her boots, that she realized just how big a difference there was in their heights. He dwarfed her, and she inwardly grinned at the odd picture they would make being out together.