Page 6 of Tattooed By Her Silver Fox

“Bash is with his father and no, everything isn’t alright. Can we talk?”

Rosa has her face plastered to the window, and half a dozen students are still milling about waiting on parents. Judging by last night, I’m not sure whether I should invite Fox into my classroom or if it would be safer to talk somewhere more private. “Sure. Give me a few minutes to get my things together, and I can meet you someplace. There’s a coffee shop two blocks down--”

“How about the shop,” he cuts me off.

He’s agitated. I can see it in the rigidness of his body and the darkness in his eyes. They are a stormy gray today, and watching them watch me makes my chest tight. “Okay,” I answer. “I’ll be there in ten.”

He nods once, shoves his hands in his pockets, and stalks off through a sea of kids to his Wrangler.

A few minutes later I’m outside his shop with minutes to spare. The sign in the front window says closed, but I pull the door open without any trouble. No one is in the front, so I call for Fox twice before I step behind the curtain and find him pacing the small room.

“What’s wrong,” I ask, my worry doubling with each passing second. “Did something happen last night? Or with Bash.”

“It’s not Bash,” he says in a hasty tone that has the hair on my neck standing. He stops pacing to stand in front of me, and he slides one hand along my neck to cup the back of my head. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since last night, and it is driving me mad. I’ve tried to stay away. I’m no good for you. Why would you even want me? But damn it, Sweetness, I can’t let you walk out of here again without telling you the truth. I sent you home last night because I was too scared of what I’d do if you stayed, and now I’m scared of what will happen to me now that I know you exist, but I can’t have you.”

“Can’t have me?” I step closer. His energy is magnetic. He’s so fired up and pulsating, I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame. I know he’ll end up burning me, but the pain will be worth the pleasure.

“Sweetness, if you don’t want this...if you don’t want me...leave now because I don’t know how much longer I can hold back from you.”

I’m shaking, and I don’t know why, but as soon as I step closer to him, I stop. I reach a hand to his face and trace the line of silver that runs through his otherwise dark hair. “If holding back is causing you pain, then why are you trying so hard to do it?”

He sucks in a breath when I trace my finger down his neck. I know what I’m doing. I’m playing with fire. If it’s Fox doing the scorching, I’m ready to burn.

When my fingers reach his collar bone, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls my hand away. “You’re asking for trouble.”

“I know,” I answer, looking into the storm brewing in his eyes. I want to be in trouble. I want to antagonize Fox until he breaks, and when he does, I want him to find creative ways to punish me for it. To prove it, I step closer and slide one foot between his legs, so my hot core is settled on this thigh, and his erection is pressed into mine.

“You’re not scared of me?”

“Should I be?” I ask, my gaze darting back and forth between his eyes.

Fox doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs my chin as he did last night, and he claims my mouth. He’s forceful and unyielding, and as he works his tongue between my lips, he presses his leg upward until I’m riding his thigh like a cowgirl. The ache is there, growing stronger with each upward pulse of his leg.

“Fox,” I moan into his mouth. “Make it stop. Make the pain go away.”

Fox

This isn’t happening. I asked Vi here to talk. Really, I’d planned on warning her off. She’s Bash’s teacher for fuck’s sake, and I can’t stop fantasizing about holding onto those juicy curves while my cock drives home inside her.

I’ve never been the instant attraction kind, but from the second I watched her walk out of that office door, I’ve known I have to have her.

She wants me to, judging by the damp heat riding my upper thigh. She’s already soaked through my jeans, and I want nothing more than to taste her juices for myself.

Without breaking our kiss, I back her into my chair and press it back to recline. She should be in a bed with a man half my age, but she’s here in my shop, and I can’t stop. I maneuver her down into the chair and lean her back. She’s moaning my name over and over and reaching for my arm.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it stop,” I tell her. She’s a goddess and deserves someone who will take their time to worship every inch of her. That person isn’t me. I lean over her and lift her shirt and bra at the same time. The fabric is around her neck, but I don’t wait until I can get it off before I have my mouth on her tits. One fills me to the hilt, and I slide my tongue back and forth, flicking her hardened nipples in my wake.

“Fox,” she moans and reaches for my shirt.

I help her lift it and take her’s the rest of the way off before I’m right back to filling my mouth with her luscious breasts. I knead them between my palms and press them together before she’s bucking in my chair.

“Make it stop,” she whispers. Her eyes close and her skin is damp from my mouth. I’ve never seen a more inviting picture of a woman and I want to commit it to memory.

She’s as wet as I thought when I pull down her pants and panties and part her lips with a finger. Slick and warm, she takes me in and undulates into my palm. I plunge the digit in and out over and over until she’s stretched around its length before I add a second and bury my face in her, licking her juices from her clit as I increase the speed of my circles.

Vi cries for more with increasing volume and pitch until she riding my hand and my tongue all on her own volition. Her body clenches around me. Her head falls back and the sounds that leave her lips are more animal than human.

“That’s my girl,” I say as the last of the spasms abate from her body, and she lowers herself onto my hand. “Tell me where it hurts.”

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