Page 46 of Playing with Forever
“Clasp your hands behind your back,” I said, and her gaze flickered up to me, a frown furrowing between her brows. “You know I’m about havingallthe control, baby,” I said, and almost laughed at that flash of defiance I saw in her eyes that just made me fucking harder in her mouth.
She obeyed, and I gave her a moment before I placed my hand on her scalp and gently pushed her head down, slowly but firmly, forcing her to accept more of me. It was her first time taking my dick this way, and instinctively she resisted, trying to rear back.
I tightened my hold. “More,” I growled the command, and to my shock she relaxed, allowing me further inside, giving me her complete submission.
I felt her tongue drag along the underside of my shaft, sliding along those barbell piercings as I worked my length deeper, until I was finally settled in the back of her throat, as far as I could go.
Like a pro, she held perfectly still and began breathing through her nose. I closed my eyes, letting my head rest against the back of the chair as I immersed myself in the experience and Mike worked on my arm. I gently petted Andrea’s head to reward her for her good behavior, and threaded my fingers through her hair, every once in a while catching a sweet little moan that vibrated in the back of her throat and down along my shaft.
She didn’t suck, didn’t try to bob up and down. Beautifully obedient, she didn’t move, just kept my cock enveloped in the softest, wettest kind of heat. Occasionally, she swallowed, causing the muscles in her throat to constrict around my cock and it felt so fucking good.
The pain of the needle scratching along my skin, and the pure bliss of having Andrea at my mercy, warming my cock as much as I wanted, had me floating in this perfect mental haze, thinking of nothing but the dual sensations. Everything about it was fucking sublime.
Mike pulled away and I heard the tattoo machine shut down. I kept my eyes shut and didn’t move as he wiped away the residual ink on my bicep, cleaned the surface again, then blot the area dry.
“All right, Chase, whenever you’re ready, you’re good to go,” he said, and I heard him stand. “I’ll give you two a bit of privacy, so take as much time as you need…recovering. There aren’t any other clients scheduled after you.”
I didn’t miss the amusement in his tone. Mike was smart enough to know I wasn’t done with Andrea. He also knew I wasn’t one to share and exited the room, leaving the two of us completely alone.
Finally, I opened my eyes and glanced down at Andrea, who now seemed perfectly content to keep my cock nice and warm in her mouth, seemingly in a meditative trance of her own. She was so goddamn perfect.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I rasped, giving her the praise she deserved.
Her lashes fluttered open, and she looked up at me with her mouth full of my cock, the adoration in those eyes stopping my heart mid-beat because it wasn’t something I truly deserved. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her expression so compliant that I had to resist the urge to just fuck her throat, with her gagging on my dick.
I wanted to fuck her pussy more. Wanted her to feel every rigid inch of my shaft inside of her and know that she belonged to me. The need rising up inside of me was overwhelming, and I ran my fingers through her hair one last time, giving the strands a firm, unrelenting tug as I pulled her mouth free of my cock.
“Stand up and turn around,” I said, helping her to her feet and facing her away from me, suddenly desperate to get inside of her.
She gasped as I yanked up her skirt and shoved her underwear down. That scrap of fabric dropped to her knees, catching there, and I hissed with satisfaction when I saw that her lace panties were soaked.
I smacked her bare ass, and she sucked in a quick, startled breath. “Did you wear something nice in case I fucked you today?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, biting her plump bottom lip, her expression deliberately coy. “Maybe,” she replied, her voice a little rough after having my cock down her throat.
“Pity they’re all ruined now.” I shoved them down until they were pooled around her ankles before sliding my hand up the inside of her thighs, groaning as slick moisture coated my fingertips. “Jesus, look at how wet you are, all from just holding my cock in your mouth. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? So cock hungry you’re dripping with it.”
She made an inarticulate sound and pushed her ass back toward me as I grazed my fingers along her slit from behind. “Do you want my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes, please,sir,” she all but begged.
“Good. You’re about to get it.” Taking hold of her hips, I guided her back toward my lap. I lined us up, then brought her down hard on my cock, impaling her to the hilt in one hard, claiming stroke.
Andrea cried out, her breath breaking apart as her body clenched around me, hot and tight and utterly perfect. My own groan ripped from my throat, low and wrecked, because nothing—nothing—felt like this. Like her.
Her hands gripped the armrests of the chair, head falling back against my shoulder as I slid my feet between hers and shoved her thighs open, holding them apart. And still, she didn’t resist. She leaned into it, into me, like she trusted that I’d hold her through the unraveling about to happen.
The floor-length mirror in front of us was meant for clients to admire their ink. Tonight, it was for something else entirely. The reflection of us—of Andrea panting and flushed, squirming on my cock, her breasts rising and falling with each broken moan—was raw and unfiltered intimacy.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered, my voice rough with restraint. “Look at us. Look atyou.”
I reached up, unbuttoning her blouse, dragging the sleeves down her arms, then peeling her bra cups away until her breasts were bared. My fingers pinched her taut nipple, while my other hand trailed down to tease her clit, slow and precise.
“Look at how fucking beautiful you are when you let go,” I said, watching as my cock moved in and out of her. “Look at how well you take me. Like you were made for this—for me.”
Andrea sank back against my chest, moaning my name like a prayer, like it was the only thing tethering her to the moment. “Chase,” she gasped. “Chase… Chase…” Her hips rocked against me rhythmically, desperate and unrestrained.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured against her temple.
