“Yes. You’ll just be a little blurry.” She gasped as he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged.
“Feel good?”
“Mm.”
“See, you’re telling me you want a bad boy, but I think you like a softer touch.” He winked at her reflection and then bit at her shoulder. “Should we start slow?”
“I just don’t want your drawing to wear off.”
“It’s a sharpie. You’re stuck with this for about a week.”
“Really?”
He chuckled. “I’m starting to get jealous of this tattoo.”
Casey laughed with him. “It’s beautiful. I can’t stop staring at it.”
“I can make it permanent, baby. Just say the words.”
The way he kept calling her baby made her knees weak. “I think I want you to, um, make it permanent.”
“Tsk, tsk, Case. We’re going to have to work on that. I need a definite yes before I take the needle to your virgin skin.”
“Did you have to say needle?”
He smiled against her cheek, sucked on her earlobe, and made her yelp when he twisted her sensitive nipples. “I’d like to run a needle through these too. Nipple piercings. Goddamn, you have a perfect little body, Casey. I could play with you all damned day.”
“So, you’re a sadist?”
“How is that?”
“You want to stick needles in me.”
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. Ever.” He slid his left hand down her belly and slipped it over the front of her panties. “In fact, I think the hum of the tattoo gun would turn you on.” Jason used his knee to spread her thighs apart and pushed his thumb harder against her slit. The lace was adding a little something extra to the pressure of his hand and she could barely keep her eyes open. “You would soak right through these panties.”
Casey reached her arms up and looped them around his neck. “I think I need to sit down.”
“Mm. No. I want you to watch yourself come first.”
She watched blood color her face, her chest.
“Tell me to stop at anytime, okay?”
She nodded.
“Stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
She felt the vibration of his growl against her back. “That’s my girl.” And then he proceeded to rub his thumb over her clit, hard, fast, the lace rasping against her hot, swollen flesh. It was an incredible sensation, one she couldn’t get enough of but knew would drag her over the edge.
She came before she was ready, her scream surprised her, but Jason just kept up the motion, a little slower, but enough to keep the feeling sparking.
“You are so damn sensitive.”
“Jason.”
“Mm. Let’s get you in bed.”
And she was floating. Jason lifted her like she didn’t weigh a thing and set her on the bed. He reached over her and slid her glasses off her face, set them gently on the bedside table.
“You look like an angel lying there.” He pulled his shirt off and then shed his jeans.
She wanted to say something equally romantic or complementary but couldn’t help the fit of giggles that slipped out when she saw him. He was completely naked in front of her. Half hard and already far larger than her long-forgotten sex toy.
Jason winked at her. “Not the usual response I get, but I can take it.”
Casey covered her face but kept laughing. “I thought you would have underwear on. That’s all. I didn’t mean to laugh.”
“You’re nervous.” He slid his hands over her body and cradled her face in his palms. “I can knock off the bad boy routine.”
“I just want the real you.”
He kissed her once more, tasted her lips, sucked at her bottom lip, then slipped his tongue into her mouth, teased her. “I want you too, Casey. I have for weeks.”
“Really?”
“Really. Since the first day I saw you in the hallway. I swear it’s those damn glasses.”
She laughed. “It’s cute you like nerds when you’re so cool.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not a nerd. You’re a damn goddess.”
She smiled at that. “Okay.”
Jason frowned at her and then sat up, moved between her legs, and yanked them apart.
“What are you…”
“Give me a few minutes here, and then tell me if you feel like an accountant or a damn queen.”
She pushed at his head and tried to close her legs. “You don’t have to do that. I’m Aphrodite. Just come back here.”
Jason shook his head. “No damned way. I want to taste you.”
“No one’s, you know…”
“Oh, no. That’s just damn wrong.” Jason yanked her panties down to her knees and slipped them off one foot, left them around the other like a kinky ankle bracelet. He turned his head and kissed her ankle. Her calf, the inside of her knee. “Are you okay?”
“I think so.”
“You’re shaking again.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Quick check. Have you done this before? Had sex?”
She nodded. “Yes. Twice.”
“Did you like it?”
“My hand is better.”
“Fuck. I’m going to show you how this is supposed to feel, okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, he kissed a wet trail up the inside of her thigh. She was so self-conscious, but his tongue was magical. And then he closed his lips over her clit and she nearly flew off the bed.
“God, Casey, you taste like honey.” He held her tight, arms locked around her hips, and licked her, again and again, a rhythm of pleasure. Then the bad boy emerged, and his tongue drove deep inside her.
“Jason.”
“That’s my girl.” He was back to work on her clit, sucking, teasing, and she yelped as he closed his teeth ever so softly over her throbbing bud.
She came apart once more, certain she had never felt this good in her entire life.
“My god, Casey, I could do that all night.”
She covered her face and tried to even her breathing. Her skin was hot, but she was shivering out of sheer pleasure. Jason was kissing a path up her body, became distracted at her nipples. He ran his hand up and down her side, his thumb under her breast.
“Yeah. Look at this, Casey.” He sucked good and hard on her nipple, left it lengthened. “You have perfect breasts to pierce.”
She peeked out from between her fingers. “Keep away from my boobs with your torture devices.”
Jason smiled and kissed her pounding heart. “I’ll work on you.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face, held them over her head, and kissed her lips. “How are you doing up here? I missed you.”
Casey couldn’t help but smile at him. “I feel like a queen.”
“There it is. Do you need a daily reminder? I’ll be happy to swing over here every morning before you go in to work.”
“Really?”
“God, yes.”
She laughed. “Why did I waste thirty dollars on that vibrator?”
Jason reached for his jeans, pulled a strip of condoms from the pocket. “You just hadn’t met me yet.”