Chapter 2
At twenty two, I returned to Comfort Springs with my college degree. Life had being simple and before long I was settled into a routine of working at the local newspaper office and partying at the weekend. I was neither looking for love nor for a man. To my surprise, I found both.
In need of a new outfit for a party I was going to, a couple of girlfriends and I had gone into Comfort Springs to clothes shop. Bored with the conversation, my gaze had begun to wonder round the parking lot, coming up short when I had spotted the bikers outside Linc the Ink’s Tattoo Studio. Anybody who lived in Comfort Springs know who Devil’s Comfort MC are. And although I lived most of my life here, it is not until today that I meet any of them.
On impulse I turned to my girlfriends and dared. “Come on let’s get a tattoo.” While at the same time dragging them towards the studio.
“Cass have you lost your freaking mind?”
“No. Come on. It will be fun.”
With a deep breath, I had gathered up as much confidence as I could to push the door open and step inside the unknown. On the front desk is a gorgeous and sexy as hell woman. With her short spiky blonde hair. Eyes elaborately made up. The thick eyeliner giving her the facade of an Egyptian Goddess. Her assemble of skin tight black leather trousers, matching halter leather vest, black studded belt and knee high boots complemented her look. The tattoo of a snake coiling round her arm with its head finishing at her shoulder blade, shouted Bad Girl. She was what I wanted to be.
“Hi. Can I help?”
“I hope so.”
Before I change my mind, I tell the receptionist that although I want a tattoo. I am unsure on what design to go for. There is no hesitation as the woman takes me over to a bench littered with sketches of the Artist works, leaving me to browse through them.
“When you’ve picked what you want. Bring the sketch over to me and I’ll book you with one of the artists.”
“Thanks.”
It’s not long before I become engrossed in the varied intricate designs of the sketches. However, due to the vast selection, I am having problems narrowing down my choices. Due to my total captivation of the images in the book, I am unaware of anyone approaching me. That is, until a deep southern drawl sends a shiver of lust straight to my stomach, down to my pussy, to finish at my toes. With a deep breath, I gather my composure, and slowly turn towards the voice
The sight before me has me wetting my lips, standing in front of me is a large man. At five feet six, I have to bend my neck back to peer up at the interloper. Only to find myself staring, no drifting into the deepest bluest eyes I have ever come across. Eyes that are devouring me. The nerves in my stomach begin to coil and with reluctance, I break eye contact, only to let my gaze roam further up. The man is bald, and on the side of his shaved head, is an exquisite dove tattoo. That was when I fell in love.
“
Found what you’re looking for Babe?” As he repeats his question from earlier, the deep rasp of his voice sends another tremor running through my body.
In my head, I shout yes. My brain on the other hand, has forgotten how to work my mouth, and instead, a nervous giggle escapes from my dry lips.
With a shake of my head, I offer him the list that I have compiled. “Not yet. You have a great choice, and I’m having difficulty choosing which one to pick.” Was that breathless whisper really my voice? Shit it has me sounding like a southern bell from ‘Gone with the Wind.’
As soon as I finish speaking, the stranger takes my hand into his larger tattooed one. Caught in the haze of fog, I find myself staring at the hand holding onto mine. Randomly, thinking who ever does his manicure, does a great job. His fingernails are perfect. Mutely I beg my legs to behave as I follow the stranger.
“
I know what you need, and where to put it.” Shit there goes his voice again. Once more making me wet my panties.
Dazed, and unsure how it has happened, I find myself at his studio. Hesitantly, I stand in the doorway. A nervous swallow as I glance round the room, only for my eyes to lightened on to the instruments of torture. The temptation to run has me turning towards the main door.
“Remove the jeans.”
“What!”
Shit, his voice has sent the pulse in my clit throbbing. ‘Breath deep girl, breath deep.’ I tell myself. ‘There is nothing to be afraid of. After all, what can he do to you, in a crowded studio?’
As I continue to stand frozen at the door, his laughter brings me back to my surrounding. Nervously I continue to watch the stranger as he casually picks up the tattoo needle and gun.
“The ink’s going on your thigh. So you need to remove your jeans.” He drawls, pointing at my legs.
Mutely, I unclip the button on my jeans and wiggle out of them. “Oh, OK.” Here I am standing semi naked in front of a man I want to jump. With the pulse in my clit throbbing erratically.
With a causal grace he pats the couch next to his seat. “Lie on your back Baby.”
‘Oh please have mercy on me.’ I mutter as I wander over to the couch. This biker can do crazy things to my body, just by talking. What will I be like once he starts touching me?
To distract myself as I recline on the couch, I stare at the ceiling, telling myself that this is no different to a visit at the OBGYN. At the touch of his gloved hand against my flesh, all thoughts went straight to hell, and my body began to shake. The moment he spreads my legs, my lungs forget how to work. Not only am I suffocating, but the scent of my arousal has reached my nose. I would swear he could smell the same aroma. In embarrassment I close my eyes.
His finger gently glide over my panties. Can he feel the dampness on the gusset? Fuck, my stomach clenches as his fingers whisper over my panties again. Please do not let me have an orgasm, I beg to whoever is listening. For a crazy moment I wonder if his touch is on purpose or by accident.
Eventually the simple tattoo, which consists of five letters Linc’s is completed. As I focus on the one word I wonder. ‘What the fuck has he done’ I have no idea what it means or why he chose that particular word. As his thumb continues to rub over the marking, his soft drawl reaches my ears.
“It’s my name”
“What?” Where the hell is my voice?
“I’m Linc. Hi.”
“Oh. Hi I’m Cassie.” In my dazed state, neither his name nor the tattoo register in my fuddled mind. With a hard shake of my head, I attempt to clear the fog. A movement which is hindered when Linc leans into me. His intent, to capture my face between his large calloused finger, and then he kisses me.
The kiss Linc gives me is not a soft tentative first kiss. Instead it is an intense male, open your mouth and let me fuck you, tongue kiss, and I do not deny him. Without hesitation or attempting to stop him I take his tongue into my mouth.
While he is deepening the kiss, Linc’s hands pull my ass closer to him, sliding me across the couch. Hungry for more, I involuntary lift my legs and wrap them round his waist. With the aid of my ankles, I draw his body closer to my center, desperate for any contact I can get. Meanwhile as our bodies draw closer, our tongues have not parted. The tongue dance we are participating in, causes our teeth to clash as we become acclimatized to each other’s mouth.
My arms circle his neck, stroking the flesh, feeling him trembling against me. The urge to stroke his shaved head is magnetic. When I caress the smooth flesh covering his skull, another shiver runs through the large body covering me. I am loving the contrast between the hardness of his skull and the silkiness of his flesh.
A moan escapes from my mouth into his. His hands move to the edge of my T-shirt, hauling it off my body. No matter how brief, I do not want to stop touching him. For a moment, I hated the T-shirt for taking his mouth away from mine. Moaning into the cloth, I want Linc’s mouth back against mine. As soon as the T-shirt is gone, his mouth returns to latch on to mine. A hum of happiness vibrates through my body.
“Oh fuck babe. You taste good.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“With pleasure.” Again his mouth is on mine, sucking on my tongue.
Groaning against his lips I need further contact. Fervently I push my hips forward to rub my pussy against his groin. The harsh contrast of the denim sends my arousal up another notch. Whilst the heat of our desire has my body flush with excitement. The pulse in my clit is throbbing long and slow.
“That’s it Babe. Push against me. Let me feel your hot pussy.”
While Linc continues to talk to me, his hands have unlatched the yellow bra, which he throws unceremoniously to the floor to join the rest of my clothing.
His hands return to cup my breasts, and as his thumbs rubs the crests, bringing them to life. He slowly removes his mouth from mine. A move I protest against. That is, until he takes one of the buds into his warm wet mouth to suck. Linc's teeth play with the sensitive flesh, until he has it red and swollen.
Meanwhile my hands continue to roam his body. At my caress Linc releases another shudder against me. To touch him through his clothing is not enough for me. I want to touch his flesh. With an ungentle grip I remove his T-shirt. A movement that causes his mouth to go pop when he loses contact with my nipple.
When the T-shirt is removed. Linc again takes my breast back into his mouth. And I at last, get to touch his hot flesh. Flesh which is soft to the touch. Flesh which covers a hard muscular body. My hands run down his spine. I love how he shudders against my touch. Wantonly I slide my hands to his jean fastenings. With eager anticipation, I release his cock for my touch as I hump against his leg, I hate my panties for being in the way. For stopping my pussy from touching his flesh.
When I whimper into Linc’s neck, he knows what I am after. Without letting go of my breast. He lifts my ass to tear my panties from me.
Agilely he steps back “Fuck Babe. You are fucking beautiful. Look at that pussy. All wet and juicy, begging for my cock. But not yet. No Baby need to get you fucking ready.”
“I’m ready Linc.”
Linc ignores my plea. Instead he moves his head between my legs, leaving them to hang over his shoulders for better access. I lean back onto my elbows for support as his mouth feasts on me. His tongue gliding over the tender flesh, making my clit throb harder as he bites down, causing me to yelp.
“Fuck. Linc that mouth is a blessing!” I pant as my legs squeeze his head and still his tongue plays with me. Linc’s tongue has me laying on my back as he thrusts it me, licking the muscles of my pussy walls. My hands hold on to his head to pull him closer.
“Fuuuuck…..” I gasp as my orgasm rips through my whole body. The juice that Linc has created, coating his tongue.
Shattered, I lay back on the couch to catch my breath. Weakly my legs drop over the edge of the soft leather. Linc leans back to reach into his rear pocket for his wallet. While removing the condom from its wrapping, he shrugs his jeans down.
Now that his cock is covered, Linc quickly returns to stand at my junction. Again he places my legs over his shoulders. With one hand on my mouth and the other at his cock. He slowly guides the head into my pussy, stretching me, before pulling out. Only to push in a little further. Linc does this several times, going in deeper with each small thrust, coating his cock with my juices. Then with one final thrust. He’s in deep.
“Shit” I scream against the hand covering my mouth, while Linc continues with his steady thrusting. Quickly he has my arousal built up again.
“Fuck Babe. That’s good. Your pussy feels so tight and cozy round my cock” For a moment he remains still. Before he slowly withdraws. Only to thrust back in. When he thrusts in deep my hips raise against him. I need my body closer to his. With this thought, I hook my legs round his neck and cross them at the ankles. Meanwhile, I grasp on to his head with my knees,
“More Linc, More.” I’m unsure what I want. What I do know. Is that I do not want this to end.
“Yeah Baby.” Soon Linc has a steady rhythm going, building up the tempo in my body. My hands are gripping the edge of the couch for support. Whilst his hand is still against my mouth. With each thrust, my chest heaves. Linc’s body is trembling against mine as he continues to thrust into me.