One Night with Sole Regret 02 Tempt Me (16 page)

She was totally getting into it. He
couldn’t imagine anyone not thinking his Madison was the sexiest
woman alive. And she was his. How did he get so lucky? She lifted
her breasts in both hands, pressing them together into tit-fucking
cleavage. “Or is it sexier to hold them together like this? Adam,
tell me what looks hotter.”

Jesus. His cock pulsed, protesting its
mistreatment. He covered her breasts and massaged them roughly.
“Fuck, woman, why do you tempt me? Now I want to come all over your
tits.”

She treated him to a deep, throaty
laugh. “Well, what’s stopping you?”

Madison wore a T-shirt she’d borrowed
from Adam—one day she’d learn to bring an overnight bag when she
had a date with him—and was resting on her stomach on the bed next
to him. He was gloriously naked, which tended to make her hands
wander. She’d yet to tempt him into tossing her on her back and
possessing her body as he consistently possessed her soul, but she
was working on it.

He’d made her all hot and bothered in
the tub, stroking his cock within the pulsing jets of the Jacuzzi
until he’d erupted all over her chest. Then he’d insisted on
washing every inch of her body and encouraging her to return the
favor. After getting her worked up again, he hadn’t offered her
release. Instead, he’d decided it was time to munch on snacks and
watch TV.

They sampled from the banquet laid out
before them on the end of the bed—an assortment of junk food Adam
had purchased out of a vending machine while she’d dried her hair.
Some show about a tattoo artist was on the flat-screen, but Madison
couldn’t concentrate on television with Adam’s toe rubbing the
instep of her foot and his arm resting against hers. All she could
think about—all she ever seemed able to think about—was him. She
pressed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. All the
anxiety, the loneliness, the jealousy and the uncertainty had been
worth it just to experience this perfect moment. And she had so
many more perfect moments to look forward to.

“
I think you need a tattoo,
Madi,” Adam said. Unlike her, he was very into the program. He
munched another nacho-flavored tortilla chip and licked the
psychedelic orange cheese from his fingertips.

“
I’m too squeamish to get a
tattoo.”

He chuckled. “As much as you like
being spanked? You’d love it. You’d get so hot and bothered, you’d
probably jump me in the tattoo parlor.”

“
I’d probably jump you in
the tattoo parlor without any provocation.”

He kissed her with salty lips. “How
about a practice run?” He leaned across the bed and snatched a
ballpoint pen off the side table. Holding it in his teeth, he
flipped her onto her back and ran his hands lightly over her skin
as he lifted his T-shirt to reveal her bare belly. “Such beautiful
canvas,” he said. He placed a kiss just beneath her belly button.
“I think right here. What do you want as your design, Miss
Fairbanks?”

“
You do
tattoos?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I just like
to draw. How about a little pussy just above your pretty pussy?”
His tongue flicked over the cleft at the apex of her thighs, and
her body jerked. She hadn’t been able to locate her panties and was
pretty sure that Adam had hidden them from her when she’d insisted
on wearing one of his clean T-shirts after their bath.

“
Adam,” she admonished.
“Don’t you think that’s a little crude?”

He chuckled. “Absolutely.” He uncapped
the pen and drew a curved line from her belly button to her
mound.

She giggled and squirmed. “That
tickles.”

“
Hold still,” he
said.

She tried, but his hand stretching the
skin of her belly taut and the tip of the pen rubbing against her
sensitive flesh had goose bumps rising, her nipples hard and her
pretty pussy drenched. The intensity of his expression as he
worked, with his tongue pressed against his upper lip, excited her
further. He wore the same air of concentration when he played a
guitar solo.

“
Hot and bothered yet?” he
asked, flicking his gorgeous gray eyes upward for a brief
instant.

She moaned in the
affirmative.

“
I can smell your
excitement. It’s making it hard to concentrate.”

She eased her legs open and was
rewarded with a groan of approval and a tongue flicked over her
swollen clit.

“
That isn’t fair,” he said.
“You know what your scent does to me.”

She grinned and spread her legs wider.
She lifted her head and caught sight of his half-finished drawing.
She’d expected perhaps a stick-figure cat, but the image was
amazingly detailed, three-dimensional and realistic.

“
Oh, Adam, how do you do
that?”

“
Well, I just sort of
tighten my tongue and then flick it up and down, then—”

She laughed. “No, I don’t mean how you
lick my clit. How do you draw so realistically? It’s
amazing.”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. It’s just
something I’ve always done for fun. I mostly draw naked women. And
for some reason . . . animals.”

“
You’re fantastic. Finish
it.” She nodded toward her lower belly. “Please.”

He grinned at her, obviously pleased
by her compliment. “Okay.”

“
Now I really want to visit
your place to see your artwork.”

“
I carry some of it with me
at all times.”

“
Really? Is it in your
suitcase?”

He shook his head. “On my
skin.”

“
You designed your
tattoos?”

She giggled as he drew on a
particularly ticklish spot on her pubis.

“
I designed the dragon on
my back, but not my sleeve; a real artist drew that.” The tattoos
that covered his right arm from shoulder to wrist were abstract,
where Adam’s drawings were realistic. She still remembered how
breathless she’d become the first time she’d seen the tattoo that
covered most of his back. She couldn’t believe
he
had drawn it. She would have bet
her left kidney that a professional artist had designed it. The man
was definitely multi-talented. “You drew your dragon?”

He nodded. “I also drew
some of the band’s tattoos. Especially Gabe’s. The phoenix on his
back, the cougar on one side of his chest and the wolf on the
other. I designed the shark on Kellen’s calf and the stallion on
his shoulder, the snake on Owen’s . . . 
uh,
hip
region,
and Shade’s . . . ” Adam scowled.

“
What’s the
matter?”

“
Nothing. He just pisses me
off, is all.”

She lifted a hand to stroke his hair,
which was still damp from their bath. “You need to talk to him,
sweetheart. Try to sort things out.”

His scowl deepened. She
hated to see him in turmoil, wanted him to smile more. “So I’m
guessing that
you
designed the turtle Shade has inked on ass.”

Adam’s features softened, and he
chuckled. “Shade doesn’t have a turtle on his ass.”

“
Are you sure? I think I
heard that somewhere. Well then, did you draw the butterfly on his
lower back?”

He laughed. “Nope.”

“
Hmm. Maybe the
hummingbirds on his chest. Or the little piglet on his
belly?”

“
He must have some new
tattoos I haven’t seen.”

“
They’re all adorable,”
Madison said, glad she’d made him laugh. “What did you draw for
him?”

Adam sighed. “A lion. It’s on his
chest, over his heart.” Adam licked his thumb and rubbed it over
her belly to correct a mistake he’d made with his pen. “He probably
wants to have it removed.”

“
I doubt that. I’m sure
it’s special to him.”

And he was scowling again. Maybe it
was best to leave the real world outside. She’d hate to upset him
now and ruin their limited time together. “Almost finished?” she
asked. “I have a powerful need to suck your cock while you use that
tongue on my pretty pussy.”

His grin returned. “Oh
yeah?”

She nodded.

He tossed the pen aside. “All
finished.”

She rose up on her elbows and admired
the fuzzy kitten on her lower belly. It seemed to stare up at her
with an impish grin. “Maybe I do need a tattoo,” she said. “Then
your artwork would become a permanent part of me.”

“
We need to experiment with
more designs first. Then I can draw on you as often as I like and
never run out of canvas.” He looked up at her. “But I am going to
take a picture of this before I make you sweat it off.” He leaned
off the bed and found his cellphone among the clothes he’d
discarded after his trip to the vending machines. He lifted it high
and aimed the lens at his drawing.

She knew there was no way for him to
get a picture without including her exposed private area just
beneath it.

“
Wait,” she said, “let me
cover . . . ”

Before she could position her hands,
he snapped a picture. Her face flamed. She tried to grab his phone,
but he held it above his head and looked up at the picture he’d
taken. “Now that’s art,” he said.

Her face felt as if it would burst
into flame. “Please, delete it.”

He smiled down at her. “Are you
blushing, Madi?”

“
It’s embarrassing. Someone
might see it.”

“
Do you really think I’d
let anyone look at it besides me? I won’t.”

She relaxed slightly.

“
But you’d better get used
to people looking at your body if you still want to go to that sex
club next week.”

“
But they won’t be able to
see my face.”

He chuckled. “Can’t see your face in
this shot either.”

She supposed that was true. “Can I see
it?”

He showed her the picture, which was
erotic in that her shaved pubis was visible just beneath his
drawing, but the photo was also tasteful. Artistic. Looking it at
made her pussy throb.

“
That’s kind of hot,” she
said breathlessly.

“
Kind
of? It’s on fire, baby. God, it makes me hard.”

He shifted onto his side,
and she zeroed in on the evidence of his desire for her. His
cock
was
hard, and
she really did have a powerful need to suck it. She rolled onto her
side upside down beside him and directed him into her mouth,
sucking hard and bobbing her head rapidly because she wanted to
taste his cum. The sooner, the better. He grabbed her hips and
shifted her closer so he could suckle her clit and flick his tongue
over it as hard and fast as she was giving it to him.

She shattered almost instantly, the
ripples of pleasure causing her to buck against his
face.

He pulled out of her mouth and leaned
off the bed to retrieve a condom and a tube of lube.

Her ass tightened with
anticipation. God,
yes
! But . . . 

“
I wanted you to come in my
mouth,” she said.

“
I will, but not just
yet.”

He yanked the oversized black T-shirt
off over her head and pressed her onto her back. Lifting her legs
straight up, he rested her heels on his shoulders and slipped a
pillow under her hips. He handed her the condom. “Open it,” he
said. “Hurry.” He twisted the cap off the tube with his teeth and
applied lube to her twitching ass with his hand. When his slick
finger slid inside her, she shuddered. “Hurry,” he
pleaded.

Her fingers were trembling so hard,
she couldn’t get the damned package open.

“
Can’t wait.” He filled her
pussy with one deep thrust. Kneeling between her thighs, he held
her legs open and wide, churning his hips as he thrust. He was
watching himself fill her, his bottom lip trapped between his
teeth. She wished she could see what he was looking at, what had
him broken out in an instant sweat, what had him shuddering and
making sexy murmurs of pleasure in the back of his
throat.

“
I wish there was a mirror
over the bed,” she said.

He paused. “I’ll have one installed at
my place. You need to see how sexy your pussy looks with my cock
working it.”

She groaned, loving when he said such
things to her. She tried to imagine what something that felt so
good looked like from his perspective.

“
Wait. I
know . . . ”

He reached for his
cellphone and before she could freak-the-fuck-out, he snapped a
picture. He handed her the phone, and she gawked at the sight of
her red and swollen pussy stuffed with his thick shaft.
Dear God.

“
Gorgeous, isn’t it?” he
asked, meeting her eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to
where his cock was plunging into her.

“
Is . . .  Is this what they’ll be watching
at the sex club next week?”

“
That and more. I
definitely want them to witness you getting it from behind. Not
many performers do live anal sex.”