Page 95 of Someday You Learn

“What’s that look for?”

She licks her lips and then dips her finger into the light blue paint this time, rubbing it on her palms and then slapping them to my chest, running them down my stomach, her nails scraping lightly as she does.

“Fuck, Cashlynn. Seriously?”

She nods, pushing my shirt off my shoulders. “God, I love your body, Parker. It’s like its own work of art.”

My stomach tightens as she backs me up against the wall, running her fingers through the divots in my abs and then traveling up my pecs and over my shoulders, dragging the paint with her as she moves her hands all over my body.

And even though this woman is making a mess, turning me into her own human art project, her touch ignites desire in my veins like it always does.

Before I can contemplate her next move, she drops to her knees, placing her palms on her thighs. Looking up at me, she says, “Drop your pants, Dr. Sheppard.”

My cock grows even harder in an instant as I obey. I pop the clasp on my slacks and shove them and my underwear down my legs, leaving me standing there in nothing but my socks—my ironed socks, that is.

“Dr. Sheppard, huh?” I ask as I reach down and stroke myself, using the precum leaking from my tip to coat my length.

She smirks, dipping her hands into red paint this time. “It’s like a naughtyGrey’s Anatomyfantasy come to life.”

I laugh, but it quickly turns into a groan as Cashlynn presses her painted hands against my thighs, making me tighten all over again just as her mouth closes over the tip of my cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Were you thinking about my cock while I was gone today?” I ask her as she hums around my length.

Her eyes flutter closed as she nods, taking me as deep as she can before gagging and repeating the process. When she reaches up to cup my balls, I don’t even think about the fact that she’s marking me with her paint. In fact, I fucking love it. Me—the guy that hates messes—is so fucking turned on right now as I watch Cashlynn leave her mark all over my body.

“Your greedy pussy needs this cock too, huh?” This time she nods and sucks me harder, swirling her tongue along the underside of my dick while gently rolling my balls in her hands. She slaps one hand on my stomach as she bobs up and down, faster and faster, making my orgasm rush forward.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Cashlynn.”

She nods again, looking me in the eyes and telling me without words that she’s ready to take my release down her throat.

“Jesus. Fuck, yes. Like that.” She moves faster, tugging on my balls this time and pressing against the skin just behind them, and that’s what sets me off. “Fuck!”

I watch her intently as she swallows every drop of me down her throat, and when the last drop leaves me, she licks me clean, swirling her tongue around my tip one more time for good measure.

The smile she has on her lips as she stares up at me from the floor, the pure look of pleasure on her face from making me come undone has me eager to return the favor. I lift her from the floor, tear her shirt over her head, and crash into her, covering her mouth with my own, paint going everywhere.

But I don’t fucking care. I need this woman. I need to bury myself inside her so deep that she never wants another man to fuck her—because I’ll be damned if that thought ever crosses her mind again.

With our mouths still connected, I lead Cashlynn into my bathroom, turning on the shower as we continue to run our hands all over each other. She breaks the kiss for just a moment, long enough to look at us in the mirror, our bodies smeared with blue and red paint.

“What does red represent, Cashlynn?”

She turns back to me. “Passion. Desire. And love.”

Our eyes bounce back and forth between one another, but I don’t say a word. I push her underwear down her legs, walk her into the shower, and run my hands all over us, cleaning the paint from our skin, and then fuck the woman who has taken ownership of me in a matter of six weeks—because let’s be honest, I want her to own me too.

***

“Good thing you had a tarp down in your room, otherwise there would have been paint in the carpet.”

Cashlynn laughs as she lies next to me in my bed. We’re freshly showered, she’s freshly fucked, and now we’re talking a bit before we go to sleep. “I’m very surprised you let me do that. I was waiting for you to freak out.”

“Not gonna lie, my anxiety flared for a minute, but then you told me to drop my pants, and, well…” I shrug and she laughs, nestling in closer to me.

Then I think of a question I had earlier but never got to ask because nakedness took over. “Do you ever paint people? I know you said you paint mostly scenery and abstracts on the plane, but I was wondering if you ever tried people?”

“Not really.”

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