When it was time for the tattoo, I contemplated correcting her spelling, but decided to leave it. They were her words. I'm man enough to handle any comments about the tattoo. I know the meaning behind it, everyone else can fuck off.
Her fingers slide back down to the band of my underwear; pulling it away from my waist, she smiles. "You've seen mine. I think it's only fair that I get a view." Her finger slides inside the band and she starts to pull the elastic away from my body. Her eyes never leave mine and I watch to see just how brave she really is. Piper's voice rings in my ears just as Tori's eyes lower.
Gripping her wrist, I stop her before she has a chance to see anything. "That's not a good idea."
Her smile is contagious. I just want to move in and consume her. She's playing with fire tonight and I need to get the fuck to Club Turbulence before I take out my frustrations on the wrong person.
"Should I leave you two alone?" Glancing over Tori's head, I see Piper standing there with her hand on her hip, irritated.
"Yes." "No." Tori and I answer at the same time. My eyes drop to see her watching me. Teasing me. Testing my inner restraint. My grip still on her wrist, I contemplate taking her up on her offer, but I know I can’t. She's not part of my world. She's a friend of my sister’s and the last thing I want to do is drag my sister deeper into the shit I deal with.
"No." I drop her wrist and turn to walk away. Running my fingers through my hair, I keep walking until I'm behind the bathroom door and the shower water is drowning out the sound of my thumping heart. Fuck. I need some pussy quick.
The burn of the scorching water helps divert my mind from my dick for a few minutes. I scrub the smell of tonight off of my skin quickly before I step out and begin to dry off. Looking in the mirror, I stare at myself.
The memories of tonight begin to mix with so many other nights from the past. I don't have an ounce of regret and will never apologize for what I've done. Standing by every decision I make is who I am. Given the chance to do it all again, I'd do it all without hesitation.
I start to think about how bold Tori was tonight. It turns me the fuck on to watch a woman with that much confidence.
Wrapping my towel around my waist, I shove my dick off to the side before I step out the door. Slight movement against my old truck pulls my attention immediately. Tori is leaning against the driver door, just watching me while I pull my pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of my jeans.
"Thought I told you to go the fuck home." Of course she doesn't fucking listen, just like my damn sister.
"I'm not ready to go home." I light up. Standing here in my towel, I watch this woman walk with pure confidence straight over to me and pull the cigarette out of my mouth. She puts it between her lips and pulls in a deep breath, then exhales, pushing the smoke out through her smirking, puckered lips.
I slide my palm around to the back of her head and wrap my fingers full of her hair. Tugging her head back, I look into her eyes. She doesn't shy away from me, in fact she even puts the cigarette between her lips once more, puckering them even further this time before she blows the smoke above us. I'm about to fuck those dick sucking lips.
"Do you know what you're doing?" I'm only going to warn her once. I notice the red lipstick marks as she pulls it away.
"I'm smoking." She's a smartass. I pull her head back further and watch the gleam in her eye when I do. My internal war begins to tug on me. If I fuck her, I'm mixing my sister's world with mine. If I don't, I'll think about these tits while I'm fucking some club whore. Why would I do that, when I can have the real thing?
I keep my grip on her dark brown hair with one hand as I pull the cigarette out of her mouth with the other, I take one drag before flicking it out the big garage door that's been open since I got back. I pull her mouth toward mine and let our lips touch once again, this time getting past them and letting my tongue fight with hers. She smells of smoke and right now that's fucking perfect. Dirty. Raw. Just like I feel right now.
She slides her hands down my sides and over the towel that's hanging from my waist. Her grip causes the towel to fall around my feet and I pull her closer until our bodies are touching. She slows the kiss and removes her lips from mine before she takes one step back and looks down at my dick, which practically stands to attention and waves to her under the pressure of being watched.
I release her hair and step forward, putting some pressure on her shoulder to send her to her knees. If she wants to take a look, she needs to get up close and personal. Her eyes dart to mine and she nods her head.
"I don't suck dick."
"You want to fuck me, then you'll suck my cock first." My words are definite and within inches of her face.