Page 66 of Omega Artist
Afraid to say something that I might regret, my hand palms the growing erection that’s taken residence in his khakis. “Upstairs?” Sex has always been my go-to answer. Uncomplicated. Unabashed. Unemotional.
Men being men, their dicks tend to take the lead as their brains short-circuit. And this arrangement would make everyone happy if it weren’t for the judgmental assholes that call me names. But that’s another story. Right now, the heavily tattooed man obliges.
Thoroughly.
* * *
“You were right, you know.”With one hand on the impressive staircase’s post cap, I bend to unbuckle the thin straps of my platform shoes.
“I’m right about a lot of things, Alie,” I hear Tig boast from behind me as the front door thumps closed.
“Ha, ha. You were right to warn me about Graham’s ex.” Contempt was evident every time that she addressed Tig. With a smile plastered on my face, I silently thanked my parents for my deep-rooted manners that kept me from being arrested for assault and battery.
“I know! Being around her and some of those people is nerve-wrecking.”
“Those people?”
“Yeah, the entitled ones who think that they’re better thanusbecause they own this or that.”Us… Thankfully, he continues before I need to redirect the conversation to skirt the topics of money, disrespect, andus. “But the look she gaveyouwas priceless.” His mouth moves across on my shoulders, leaving tingles in its wake. “You, and your impeccable preppy outfit.” Genevieve’s jaw dropped when I took off my jacket and tiny feathers of Tig’s art peeked out of my sundress. My breathtaking phoenix. “You, and your obvious conservative upbringing.” A while back, I clued Tig in about my blue blood and revealed my last name when he inquired about the origin of my first name. “You, and your tat that contradicts everything Genevieve believes appropriate for a woman of your status.” We may be over a decade apart, but Genevieve and her new Wall Street money can’t intimidate me. For the first time in months, I proudly exposed my skin.
Soon enough, I’m rendered helpless as my traitorous body turns into a puddle of goo under Tig’s hands that are fondling myderrière. “You’re hot as fuck… especially today.” He groans. “I’m no fashionista, but your dress fits you to perfection. Nah… it’s not just the dress.” Oh, he’s perceptive. I’m still me, but I feel like I’ve been enhanced. In an instant, Greer’s assessment comes to mind, “You’re somehow more confident.” Damn, she saw right through me! “Everyone admired your tats and don’t think I missed how you wiggled your perky ass to tempt me all afternoon.”
My heart swells when he compliments my clothing. I giggle, unstrapping my other shoe and glance at him over my left shoulder, appreciating his ministrations. “We were the hottest couple, weren’t we?”
“We sure were.” In the blink of an eye, he’s facing me with the back of my navy dress bunched in his hand.
All of a sudden, he tucks his taut body against mine and, in the same movement, grinds his massive hard-on against my core, driving me crazy. I mourn the loss when he stops and adds, in between pants and feathered kisses on my collarbone, “I considered bribing you to join me in one of their zillion bathrooms… It would’ve been easy to not draw attention.” The more his mouth and tongue touch my skin, the more they fan my irrepressible desire for him. “Were you making conversation with everyone to avoid the public embarrassment that I might cause?”
“What’s gotten into you? You’re awfully talkative today…” I catch my breath and my head lolls to the side. “No complaints here. The new you is fun!”
His fevered kisses begin their descent between my girls. His skillful fingers make quick work of the first few buttons to reach my nipples. His teasing tongue traces the delicate patterns of my ink. That’s when I shiver from head to toe and lean against the adjacent wall for support. I feel the tip of his tongue circling my nipples. I feel the tiny bites that his hungry teeth inflict on me. I feel everything. OMG! From the way he pauses, then goes at it again, I know that he understood, but neither of us bothers to mention it.
Instead, I remark, “For now, I’m done following any conversation, Tig de Luca!” My voice pleads for mercy. “This is too much.”
“That’s okay, baby.” One more button is undone. “Let’s finish it tomorrow.” Another is gone. “Let me finish what I started now… and thank you.” And yet another.
“What for?”
“Chloe’s perfect birthday present.” A first edition ofTwilightby Stephenie Meyer, signed by the author. “I knew she’d adore you!” A satisfied sigh escapes while he claims every exposed inch of the skin while he ventures south, one kiss, one lick, one bite at a time, to notice. My body is on fire. “Also, thank you for being the badass woman who stood by me today.”
“My pleasure.” My breathing is ragged. My body is fidgeting. My mind is gone.
“It meant a lot.”
I’m satisfied with what Tig and I have. I’m happy with this friends with benefits situation. I’m relieved that he’s uncomplicated and doesn’t ask for more. On top of that, the sex is amazing.
From my renewed confidence to our chemistry, I owe a myriad of novel thrilling sensations to the man whose fingers are currently plunging into me. My thong is history, discarded somewhere in the entryway. His patience with the numerous buttons on my dress is history; his head disappeared under it. Our restraint is history, as my moans accompany his every touch. From his tongue. From his mouth. From his fingers. I lose myself in the unbearable pleasure until I scream his full name as my orgasm hits like a tidal wave.
My stupid heart batters my ribcage. Trying to get my bearings, I thread my hands through my short hair. With a shit-eating grin on my dazed face, I watch Tig reappear, his lips glistening from eating me out. “You’re hot, you know, wearing my pleasure on your lips.”
He licks his lips suggestively, and scoops me into his arms, and carries me to bed.
There, he takes his sweet time and gives me two more phenomenal orgasms. I pat myself on the back for being a thoughtful and responsible person who brought what every girl needs for a long weekend with her lover: condoms and lube. Both came in handy. I think that every part of my body is hooked onAlbert, and Tig for awakening it.
Sexed-up, I’m half-asleep but totally responsive to the tips of his fingers tracing patterns on my upper body while we spoon. I’ve never done this with anyone before. It’s nice, although I’m trying to ignore his dick that’s lodged between my butt cheeks. I want more and I think that he does, too. I think he’s addicted to every inch of me.
His hot breath drifts across my earlobe, and I anticipate what I assume will be a dirty suggestion when he dazzles me by stammering in a drowsy voice, “Alie… I… I…” There’s a pause, and I feel his heart slow down against my back. Within seconds, the weight of his body increases and I think that he’s fallen asleep until he mumbles…
“Love you.”
