Willow's teeth bit down hard on her lip, silencing the gasps floating out. Slipping a second finger in, her face scrunched a little. But the subtle discomfort washed away, back arching off the chair, riding my hand.
My cock was thick to the point I was afraid it would burst. All I wanted was to throw her legs open and fuck her. She was wet enough to guide me in, tight enough to milk my length.
But I couldn't, not now, not with her friend right outside the door.
And as quickly as the spark ignited, it was gone. The sound of feet crept closer to the door, Beth closing in on our unexpected encounter.
Willow pulled herself free, clearing her throat and snapping her head towards the entrance.
I jammed my dick painfully back into my pants. My cock cried out in pain from not getting what it wanted, and being bent in a way that wasn't natural.
No! Fuck me!
Willow's eyes slit tight, jagged rock exploding behind her pupils.
What the fuck was that?
Fear? Disdain? Regret?
Was she trying to ignore the attraction between us? Or was it just something she refused to let in?
Was regret for giving in sinking through her skull?
She didn't stop me, so why the fuck did she throw evil eyes my way? She accepted my hand, she welcomed the gifted touch.
It should have been me glaring, my eyes launching fire. But not at her, at Beth for coming back and corrupting our time.
“What do you think so far, Beth?” She asked, fingers strangling the life out of my chair. And her eyes strangling the air out of my lungs.
I wanted her to look at me again, I wanted her to give in to the small flame between us. But she blew it out, focusing on her friend to keep the air light and the tension thin.
I understood that Beth had just smothered our moment of passion, she had completely fucking cock blocked me.
My balls were now hurting, swollen and sore from not being able to finish. Willow looked completely shaken. Her eyes had gone hard, full of disapproval with a nervous edge.
Beth let her eyes drift up for a moment, before the self reflection floated them back onto her own image. “It looks nice, Lo.”
She hadn't even smiled or said a damn thing when she walked back in, she just sped right over to the mirror to get back into her own reflection.
We probably could have kept going, I bet I could have kept flicking her sensitive button and Beth wouldn't have even given us a second glance.
So why did she stop me?
“You hardly even looked. How can you even see it from there?” Willow's hands nervously tapped the arm of the chair, her eyes deliberately avoiding mine at all costs.
“Lo, I looked. He's doing a great job. I'm sorry, I've just never seen anything like this before, and I can't believe it's on my skin.”
“And you said I was full of myself.” Laughing, I glanced up at Willow. “I think your friend might have a problem of her own.”
A soft smile pulled at the corner of her lip. “Trust me, that's not news to me. But she's a good friend, even if she doesn't appear to be.”
“Oh yeah, would you put your life in her hands?”
“I said she's a good friend, I didn't say I expected a miracle from her.” Giggling, she twirled a tight curl in her hair. The blonde spiral bounced against her cheek as she let it free.
What I would give to pull those curls one time, just once.
Every fucking move that girl made turned me into a raging hard-on. Her giggle, her slender fingers, the damp flesh covered in fresh ink.
I couldn't stop my cock from thickening, my stomach from turning, or my mind from undressing her with each blink.
And now her scent, her thick juice, had coated my fingers. The scent was with me, making my cock crave her even more.
“Good to know you at least have a brain.”
“Are you done yet? My leg is really burning, I'm not sure I can handle much more.”
“Almost. Can you give me five more minutes?”
“I'll try. It wasn't that bad in the beginning, but now it just feels raw.”
“You don't like a little pain? I know one thing you like.” Smirking, I winked up at her.
Shaking her head, Willow pursed her lips. “You're a pervert.”
“I can't help it. When there's a gorgeous woman letting me touch her thigh, among other things.” Flashing a devilish grin, I said, “It's hard not to be.”
“Didn't I tell you to stop?”
“Did you expect me to listen?”
“I guess I shouldn't have. You don't seem to have a filter, you remind me of Beth.”
Arching a single brow, I dipped my head into my chest. “No. I'm nothing like her, I care about more than just myself.”
“But you still have no filter.”
“Fair enough, but that's probably all we have in common.” Spraying her thigh, I let my fingertips glide over her smooth skin one last time. “Done, check it out.”
Standing slowly, Willow held her skirt tight against her hip. She was trying to push out of the chair, while holding the fabric so nothing would show.
Like that really mattered now.
Silly woman. Still trying to hold onto self dignity when I just teased your pussy.
Walking towards the mirror, her eyes widened, jaw falling open. “Oh my God, Kash, that's incredible.” Each word came out on its own gust of air, riding her tongue with pure amazement.
“I'm really glad you like it. That's kinda what I was going for.”
“Like it? I love it. Holy shit, it looks so real. There's so much color in there, I can't believe it.”
“Well believe it, because it's yours.”
“How much do I owe you?” Reaching for her purse, she held it waist high.
“Don't worry about it, consider it a gift.”
“No, I can't do that. How much?”
“I said don't worry about it.”
“Wait, what?” That was the first time in two hours Beth's attention diverted to something other than her own reflection, and the phone call that was way too short. “You're not going to charge her? What about me? How come I had to pay you a buck and a half?”
“Because your tattoo is superficial. Willow's has meaning, and was meant to give her something she needs.”
“What do I need?” Tilting her head, she folded her arms across her chest, eyes turning to thin slits.
My cock of course.
And a life that's about to change.
“When it happens, you'll know. For now, it's a gift. Just take it and accept it.”
“That's not fair, if Lo doesn't have to pay, I shouldn't either.” Beth's hands slammed into her hips, her tone flying out like a whiny child about to throw a tantrum.
“You just can't stand not being the center of attention can you?” Beth veered her stare down the bridge of her nose, crinkles exploding from the corner of her mouth. “I own this shop, I make the rules.”
And I want Willow for myself.
I just wasn't sure how long it would be before I saw her again.
But she had a taste, a small sip of what I can give her.
My only wish was that she would come back, that she wouldn't be able to get me out of her head.
That my tag on her body burned my image into her brain.