Page 76 of Fresh Tracks
“I think we should do something about this.” I breathe into his ear, tracing my nails over his toned back.
His hand runs up my thigh and he cups my pussy, his thumb circling my already swollen clit over the fabric of my shorts. “Not until I get a taste of this sweet pussy again and feel that little piercing dance on my tongue.”
He takes a step back, running his hands up over my hips and waist to my ribs. I watch his eyes dart to my hardened nipples before he cups my breasts, teasing each sensitive bud with his thumbs over the ribbed fabric. “No bra. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He takes off my top and brings his mouth to my neck, kissing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I moan against him, running my fingers through his hair, holding him tightly. “I think you said something about taste and your mouth?”
He lets out a huff of laughter against my skin. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
He kisses my neck again before dropping his lips to my collarbone, kissing the flower tattooed over one of my scars. His hands settle on my hips, holding me possessively when his mouth goes lower, ghosting over my breast before finding my hard nipple. He sucks and flicks the piercing with his tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My nails dig into his back and he groans against my skin, building up more and more tension in me. He kisses my sternum before giving my other breast the same treatment.
His lips let go and I watch as he drops to his knees in front of me. He loops his fingers into my boyshorts and his eyes lock onto the apex of my thighs as he slowly drags them down my legs, his fingertips brushing against my skin the entire way down.
He runs one hand over the back of my calf, stopping behind my knee and grabbing my leg, hooking it over his shoulder,bringing my core to his mouth. I buck at the sensation of his lips on me and his tongue finding my clit piercing.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me and we’re just getting started.” He grabs my other leg and lifts it over his shoulder and now I’m pinned between him and the glass on my back, sitting on his shoulders. His hands find the curves of my ass and hold me exactly where I want to be, at the mercy of his mouth. I drop my hands to his head, ruffling his shaggy hair and pull him against my aching core. “That’s it, baby, use my mouth. It’s all yours, just like the rest of me.”
Hearing those words makes my pussy clench and my legs wrap tighter around him. He groans in approval and I feel it through my whole body.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the flicker of light from the skyline. Pinned against the glass, I feel like I’m floating, just part of the night sky. I look down at the man taking charge between my legs, reveling in the sight.
“Tommy,” I moan, feeling the tension low in my stomach building to a blissfully overwhelming level. His eyes flick up to mine while he keeps stroking my clit and piercing with his tongue, pushing me higher and higher.
His eyes darken and one of his hands lets go of my ass. His fingertips find my entrance, slowly teasing my wet, needy pussy. I whimper and he rewards me, sliding two fingers in.
He lifts his lips from my clit, swirling his thumb over my bundle of nerves and grins up at me. “God, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”
He curls his fingers inside me, working my clit with his thumb. My lips part and breath quickens. I can’t take my eyes off his, feeling so connected to him, like he’s inside my head, not just my body.
“Come for me, Rainbow,” he says, his low, gravelly voice likea command. “I want to see you come knowing that anyone in Seattle could see us. Could see that you’re mine.”
His stubble rasps over my sensitive inner thighs as he swipes over my clit while his fingers plunge and curl into me. I gasp, feeling my orgasm coming so quick and so hard. The edges of my vision darken and my body gives in. I come completely apart, throwing my head back against the glass, squeezing his head between my legs. I ride out the wave of pleasure, admiring the view of him still lapping at me.
One by one, he lowers my feet back to the ground and stands in front of me. This time, I take my sweet time admiring every inch of his body, from the pleased look on his face with my own arousal glistening in his stubble and down his chest to the belt line of his jeans, where that one vein brackets his abs. All of it satisfies every desire of mine like the universe put him here just for me. His eyes follow mine and he grins, unbuckling his belt and pulling it off in one smooth motion that has no business being that hot.
I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. My eyes take in the bulge in his boxer briefs, but it’s the little tattoo just inside one of his hips that I can’t look away from. My finger traces over the small rainbow inked into his taut skin and he shutters at my touch.
“How long have you had this?” I ask, my eyes finding his.
His lips pull into a sheepish smile. “I got it early last summer. Couldn’t stop thinking about rainbows.”
I lean into him, pressing my lips to his. My fingers toy with the elastic of his boxers before I dip my hand into them, gripping his hard shaft. He’s long and thick and he throbs in my hand. I rub my thumb over the velvety head of his cock, feeling a bead of precum.
My grip tightens and he groans against my neck and I let out a short laugh. His hand tilts my chin up and I smirk back at him,seeing the smoldering lust in his eyes. “I think we should do something about this.”
His nostrils flare and his chest heaves. “Well, I was planning on fucking your tight pussy if you’d let go.”
I let out an amused hum, cocking my head. “Well, if I’m being such a bad girl, do something about it.”
He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand off his cock, and pinning it over my head against the window. He kicks off his boots, and shimmies his jeans and boxers off, still holding my gaze.
He takes a deep breath and grabs my ass, splaying his fingers across my heated skin. In one motion, he lifts me up and pins me against the glass. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my wet core against the shaft of his cock. The instant pressure of his length against my piercing spikes all of my nerves and starts building that tension again. He closes his eyes and shudders with the friction, pressing his forehead to mine.
He kisses my neck before looking in my eyes.
“Is that what you want me to call you, Rainbow? I could call you my good girl because you’re so drenched for me already. Or do you want me to tell you you’re my bad girl? Constantly teasing me with that smile and making me cum in my pants, talking dirty to me on the phone, at night, from my own fucking guesthouse.” His eyes burn with a focus and intensity that makes my body hum with anticipation. “Because I’ll tell you a secret, Rainbow. I don’t fucking care if you’re a good girl or a bad girl, because the only thing that matters from now on is that you’remy girl.”
My mind melts seeing this side of him.
