She gasped when I splattered a handful of hot pink across her upper thighs. “Zane.”
“Lie still.” I straddled her thighs and used every color I had to paint her chest and stomach. I ran yellow fingers up her sides and tipped her nipples in purple. My handprint in a smear of colors across her throat made me unzip my jeans to relieve some of the pressure I was feeling. I painted her face with red and orange flowers and tasted her mouth before staining it white.
I touched every part of her and had her roll over so I could do the same to her back. My name down the middle of her back in large letters soothed something primal inside me. The sheet was a swirl of colors already when Claire stripped me naked and had me lie on my stomach so she could decorate my body.
The feel of her fingertips and the cold paint tracing lines and patterns over my skin was sweet torture. She straddled my hips as she worked and raked her hands over my skull. Her lips touched just as many places as her fingers. Going down my thighs, she hummed her pleasure.
“Over.”
I rolled over and she started the whole process again at my feet. I watched as she dipped her nipples in paint and dragged them over my legs. Up my thighs, she lightly scratched lines through blobs of paint. Then she nearly killed me as she lifted herself over my cock and slowly sank down on it.
Neither of us spoke or moved as she drew lines over my tattoos in pink and red. She left white handprints over my chest and intertwined our fingers before dancing paint up my arms and across my shoulders. My throat enticed her to leave more handprints and there was something about her sitting on my dick with her hand around my throat that made my body pulse.
Her eyes burned with desire as she painted my face with her own flowers. She drew a line of black around my mouth and then leaned forward to kiss me. Our mouths and bodies were slick with the paint and we slid against each other while Claire ground her hips into mine.
With the painting done I flipped her over and pinned her arms over her head. I was already so far gone with need for her that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I angled my hips so I could grind into her clit with each stroke and locked gazes with her. She squeezed my hips with her thighs and arched her back.
“Zane.” She moaned and worked her hips up to meet mine. “Zane!”
Her body clenching around mine was too much and I came with her name on my lips. I kissed her hungrily before rolling off of her. We both turned our heads so we could still look at each other and I tried to show her everything I was feeling.
She slowly smiled and reached over to trace the line of my nose. “You’re different.”
My heart lurched. “I am.”
She rolled into my side and curled her leg over me. “You scared me before. I never said anything but there was something wild in you that terrified me because I knew you’d leave to chase it. I held parts of myself back, I think, because of that.”
I raised up on my elbow and cupped the side of her neck. “And now?”
“And now you don’t scare me.”
I rolled over her again and pressed my already hardening cock back home. “Good. No holding back. I want everything, Claire.”
43
***Claire***
Zane and I tried to sneak into the dinner that evening but Soph spotted us and shouted a greeting so everyone turned to look. I felt like everyone could see what we’d done, the room we’d ruined, the sheet we’d stained with paint and come. Zane tightened his hold on my hand and led across the room to the table that Will and Anthony were waiting at.
Both men stood up and greeted me with a hug and a kiss in a way that I didn’t think would ever get old. I ended up squeezed between the two of them with both of them sliding a hand between my legs to grip my thigh at the same time. I laughed and blushed harder when Jake’s brother, Paul, raised his eyebrows at me.
“You have a little paint in your hair…” He pointed to his own temple with a sly grin on his face. “Can’t imagine how that happened.”
Zane slapped the back of his head playfully. “Mind your own business.”
Will gripped the back of my neck and leaned in closer. “Did you have a good time?”
I smiled and nodded. “We made art.”
He laughed and tapped his phone sitting on the table. “I saw.”
I ducked my face. It’d been my idea to snap a photo and send it to Anthony and Will. I had a problem. “I better start writing again because I’m going to need a backup career when my photos eventually get leaked and I’m fired from all respectable jobs.”
He slid the phone into his pocket and shook his head. “Anthony took care of it. No one will ever get these pictures but us, baby. So feel free to send as many as you’d like.”
“Is it weird that I like it?”
Anthony’s hand squeezed my thigh harder until I turned to look at him. “No. It’s something we’ll have to delve into a little more when I’m sure everything can be protected.”