Sketch (11 page)

“Sketch.” I can hear the embarrassment in her voice. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

Turning the bedside lamp on so that there is enough light for her to see, I wiggle out of my boxers and grip myself in my hand. Moving my phone down and fixing the camera so that I make sure she gets an eyeful, I press the FaceTime button.

She answers, and I can hear her sharp intake of breath. My hand is on my length, squeezing the head as a clear drop of fluid pearls at the tip. “Sketch, that’s hot,” she says when I use the palm of my hand to rub that wetness down my cock.

“Do it, babe. Put your hand down your panties and use your fingers to fuck yourself.” I bite my lip as I say those words to her. They make me hotter, just saying them. “I want to hear you.”

I tilt the phone up so that I can see what she’s doing to herself. On my end, I see her move the strip of cloth to the side. She’s keeping them on, and that’s hot as fuck—hotter than I imagined it would be. I’m watching her finger strum against her clit, but I can’t fully see it because the fabric is hiding it from my view.

Pumping my hips against my fist, I inhale sharply as I hear her moan. Then I hear her fingers tunnel inside her body, and I’m toast.

“Sketch, I’m so close.”

Fuck, me too, but I want to hear her. I want to see it happen with her first.

“Have you been thinking about this all day?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she moans. “You’ve turned me into someone who thinks about nothing but sex. I go around every day in a state of half arousal just thinking about the next time I can see you,” she admits.

I can hear her plunging her fingers faster; can hear her breathing get choppy. My rhythm is getting sloppy as I listen, and I spread my legs, planting my feet on the bed.

“Go, baby, let me hear you,” I instruct her, moaning along with her.

“I’m dripping against my palm, I’m so wet,” she tells me, and I am too.

Using the lubrication I jack my cock faster, almost furiously, wanting to race to the end. There is no slow here. I want this to happen, and I know she does too.

As I hear her yell my name, I let myself go, splashing myself against my stomach, breathing heavily. Sweat is pouring down my face and chest, and I sound like I just did my three miles.

She’s moved her phone up so that I can see her face. She’s covering it with her hand, and I can tell she’s embarrassed. I grin at her. “Goodnight, Nina.”

She smiles. “Goodnight, Sketch, love you.”

And with that she’s gone, disconnecting the call. I laugh as I lean back against my pillow. She surprises me as much as I surprise myself, every day.

SKETCH

T
his week has
been insanity. I haven’t seen Nina since Monday night. We’ve texted and we’ve even talked on the phone, something we haven’t done since we were dating. I’m finishing up the last part of the tattoo I’m going to put on Reaper’s back. He comes in today, and while I’m excited to see my friend, I’m fucking nervous he’s not going to like what I’ve done.

Good luck with your piece today. Do you want me to meet you at the shop tonight, or are you coming to get me?

I glance down at the phone sitting beside me. I’m behind the shop, sitting at a picnic table, enjoying a cigarette before Reaper’s scheduled to be here. He parks out back with us, so I’ll know when he gets here.

My thoughts are very clear with what I want her to do. I’ve packed my bag in my truck; as soon as it hits six-o’clock, my ass is out of here. Reaper plans to sit for six hours, and I know him, he’ll be here a little early, we’ll shoot the shit, and then he will sit. When he sits, he sits. He’s a consummate professional and takes it like one.

Meet me here. Reaper’s sitting until six. Plan for about fifteen minutes later, and I have something I want you to do.

I wait for a few minutes. She’s probably at lunch, so I don’t think I’ll have to wait long.

What’s that? :)

I see Reaper roll up in his Land Rover, waving at me as he parks. I’m gonna send this text and then set my phone down. I want her to stew on this all motherfucking day.

When you get home, take those clamps out of the package and put them on. You better be wearing them when you get here.

I smirk to myself as I turn the phone on silent and put it in my back pocket.

“What’s up, my man?” I ask as I put my cigarette out and get up to greet my friend.

“Things are good,” he says as he claps my hand and pulls me in for a half-hug. “How are things going with you?”

“It’s going good,” I tell him. “Nina and I have been having some problems, but we’re working things out.” It feels good to tell someone what I’ve been through and to admit that things are looking up.

Reaper grins at me. “Gotta water that grass, my man. Sometimes it’s hard to get that alone time, but you’ve gotta do it. Even worse when you have a cock-blocking son, but you do what you have to.”

I laugh as he mentions the child he and Harmony had almost a year ago. “How’s EJ?”

“Dude, he looks so much like me it’s fucking scary.” He’s reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his phone and showing me a picture of his son. “He acts like me too. I’m already dreading when he’s a teenager, I know what a fuck face I was.” He laughs.

“At least you know what to look forward to.” I clap him on the back as we make our way into the building.

I go into the room off the main area and grab the drawing I’ve done. Reaper is making his way around the shop, saying hi to all the employees. There’s one person getting inked, and he’s looking up in awe. Reaper makes a point to say hi to him too before he walks back over to me. “We’ll go in here, like normal,” I tell him. I don’t like to ink him out in the main area—too many gawkers.

“Let’s see what you got for me. You know I trust you to make it badass.”

Taking a deep breath, I show him the tattoo and wait to hear what he’s going to say. I reach over and run my finger along the sheet music. “I left this blank; in case you and the wife have more kids, but I can easily fill it in with some shading if that’s not in the cards.”

I don’t like getting into his personal life, but tattooing is personal, and when I do have to delve deeper, I do my best to be respectful about it.

“We do plan on having more. Not right now, obviously.”

“Because of the cock blocking.” I laugh.

“That too, but she’s decided to work on a new album, and that’s tiring enough without being pregnant. We’re thinking about trying again when EJ turns two.”

“That seems to be a good age. Then you won’t have two in diapers.”

Reaper shakes his head. “Oh fuck, I know. And at least one sleeping through the night.”

I laugh as he shivers. “So if this looks good, I’m gonna put it on some transfer. Go ahead and take your shirt off and lie face down on the table.”

“How many sessions are we looking at?” he asks as he lets his body go lax and gets comfortable on the table. I prep his back and then grab some transfer paper.

“Depends on what we get done today, but I’m thinking three, maybe four, depending on how I feel about the shading.”

“I’m ready. I told Hannah I was doing this up big.”

I bring the paper over and lay it on his back. “Doing it up big is an understatement. This is gonna cover your whole back.” I lay it down and get it situated how I like it. “Go check it out in the mirrors and let me know if that’s where you want it.”

“Looks good,” he confirms, lying down on the table again.

I get my colors set up and put my gloves on. “Let’s get to work.”

*

I glance up
at the clock on the wall and see it’s nearing six o’clock. True to my prediction, Reaper has sat for the whole thing, not once moving a muscle, being a model client. “I’m gonna finish this one section, and we’ll be done for the day. You good with that?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’m starting to get sore.”

“You’re definitely going to feel it later on tonight and tomorrow,” I tell him as I finish up and start patching him up. “Might want to keep that shirt off if it means anything to you.” I take my gloves off and move to the small fridge we have in this room.

He gets up off the table, and I hand him a single-serve size of orange juice. After trauma to the skin like this, some people’s blood sugars drop, and I always offer it. He takes it and downs it in one drink, knowing his body needs it. Turning around in the mirror, he whistles. “Damn, dude, I wish I had your fucking talent. This is beyond what I thought it would be.”

I smile, fucking grateful he loves it. “Awesome. You want to go ahead and pay for today or do you want me to bill you for the entire thing?” I ask. It doesn’t matter to me, I know he’s good for it, but I like to make sure.

He reaches over into his pants pocket and hands me a black Amex. “Stick a 20 percent tip on there for you,” he tells me as he gingerly puts his shirt on.

“Thank you.” I don’t expect it, but he always tips well because he appreciates the hard work I put in.

I walk out into the main area and hand the card to Jackie, telling her to run it for $950. I stretch out my neck and back and finally pull my phone out of my jeans pocket. There’s only one text from Nina; I’m kind of surprised there aren’t more. It’s time stamped an hour ago, and it’s a media message. I click on it to open it.

It’s a picture of Nina wearing those rings, her lips pursed in a kiss.

I’m fucking hard. I’m fucking ready. Let’s do this.

Nina

I
’ve never been
this turned on in my life. When I’d gotten the text and Sketch asked me to put these nipple rings on, I hadn’t imagined I would feel like a whole new woman. Right now, I am watching the clock, wondering when the fuck it’s going to be time for me to meet him at the shop.

I’m almost lazy in my arousal. My nipples rub against the soft material of my bra, and I sharply take a breath. I need to touch them, I need to remind myself how it feels to be a sexual creature all of a sudden, and I kind of want Devin to feel uncomfortable too.

Taking my shirt off, I shed my bra and then go to the bedroom where I stand in front of the mirror attached to the dresser. Leaning over, I cup my breast in one hand, and with the other, I take a picture.

It gives me a thrill, touching myself like that, and I know when he and I finally go fuck later, it’s going to be explosive. Grinning evilly to myself, I send my husband the picture. I hope it makes him as horny as it’s made me.

SKETCH

I’m waving goodbye
to Reaper as Nina’s car pulls into the back parking lot of the shop. She turns the car off and gets out, and our eyes meet.

“I figured I should park back here since I’m leaving my car here.”

I nod. It’s dark, and last I checked, everyone was on the main floor. I stalk towards her, pressing her up against her car door. “Sketch?”

I capture her lips with mine, letting her know exactly how much I’ve missed her today, letting her know where my mind is, especially since I got the text message she sent me. I run my hands from her hips up to her breasts, using my thumbs to worry the nipples I can feel are already hard under her sweater.

“Making sure you’re still wearing them.”

She breathes heavily, tilting her head back against the roof of her car. “Oh my God, they’re going to kill me,” she moans. “Every time my bra brushes against them…” She gulps in air and licks her lips, trying to control herself.

“You want to take your hand, shove it down your panties, and take care of yourself?” I ask, leaning in to nip her ear with my teeth.

“You have no fucking idea.” She grasps my waist with her hands. “This is such torture.”

“But in the end it will be such pleasure, babe. Trust me.”

I can tell by looking at her that she’s not sure if she should, but she’s addicted already. We’re not going back to where we were before. The old Sketch and Nina are long gone—hell, I’m not even sure they’d recognize us.

“I do,” she breathes. “I trust you with everything.”

I take a deep breath and force myself to step away from her. “Where’s your bag?”

She turns around and opens the back door on the driver’s side. When she bends over to grab her bag out, I crowd into her and use my hand to cup her tit.

“Fuck, Sketch,” she tells me. “You’ve got to stop.”

I squeeze lightly, running my middle finger over the hardened nub and laugh in her ear, pushing my hard cock against her ass. “It’s beginning, baby, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

We run through the motions of telling everyone at the shop bye. I let everybody know how they can reach me, in case they need me, but I have complete faith in the crew. They can handle anything that comes up, unless it’s completely devastating.

*