Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(117)

"It's a duet. I'll teach you to play it with me on the piano."

Awww, as if he hadn't melted her heart enough times already that day.

Eric didn't even flinch the entire time Butch etched Rebekah's name into his flesh. When Butch worked on the outer edges, he even laughed. "It tickles!" As Butch added the finishing touches, Rebekah leaned close to Eric's ear and whispered, "I like my name there. I can't wait to see it when you're naked, with your cock all hard and thick beneath it. I wonder what it will look like when you're buried inside me. Will I be able to read it when you're balls deep or just on the out-stroke?"

"Oh my God, woman! Don't turn me on when there's a dude that close to my crotch," Eric protested.

Butch chuckled. "Lots of people get sexually excited when they get a tattoo."

"It's her fault. She's saying naughty things in my ear. Are you almost done?" Eric asked with an impatient sigh.



       
         
       
        

"Yeah, hold still."

By the time they left The Ink Well, it was after dark. To prevent his waistband from irritating his new tattoo, Eric had to drive with his pants unfastened. This prompted Rebekah's hand to wander into his lap frequently. She was so incredibly turned on by what they'd just shared that she couldn't keep her hands off him.

"Who needs weddings when you can get a tattoo together?" he said.

"Much more permanent than a few spoken words," she agreed. Her breath caught. "We could have our vows to each other tattooed on our bodies."

He chuckled. "I'd love that. You know getting tattoos can become addictive. You don't want to end up like Butch, do you?"

"No. I just want one more." She slid her hand into his open pants again and stroked the silky skin of his hard shaft. "Maybe two."

***

Eric pulled the car into the garage and shut off the engine. He didn't even bother opening his car door, just scrambled out through the convertible top. He took Rebekah's hand, but instead of following him into the house, she pressed him against the hood of the car.

"I can't wait," she said and unfastened her jeans. Shimmying them down her thighs, she pulled them off and kicked them aside.

He yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her bra followed. When she was naked, he filled his hands with her curves, wanting her, needing her, loving her so much he couldn't breathe. He wanted to see it. The proof that she loved him. His name across her lower back. Symbolic of her commitment. Her devotion. She was his. Just as he was hers. Forever. He wondered if she had any idea how much that tattoo meant to him. He wanted to stare at it as he filled her.

He turned her to face the car, and she bent forward without hesitation. His breath caught. She looked so beautiful leaning over the hood of his treasured car. Her skin caught the low light coming from the fixture near the door. The soft globes of her ass were presented invitingly. Unfortunately, his name was scarcely legible beneath the plastic wrap covering her tattoo. He gently peeled the wrap away so he could see it more clearly and carefully stroked the skin above and below the design. He wanted to kiss it, lick it, bite it, remind her that it was there, but he knew it would be tender for a while. He'd wait until it healed before he showed too much enthusiasm.

Hands splayed on the hood of his car, she rocked backward and squirmed against his thighs impatiently. He shed his clothes and then spread his legs so he could sink low enough to possess her. When he sank into her hot body, they shuddered in unison. 

"God," she gasped. "I don't know if I've ever been this hot for you."

He was so turned on, he couldn't even speak his agreement. He held onto her hips and began to thrust into her. He watched his cock slide in and out of her silky depths, the name across her lower back never out of his peripheral vision. She rocked back to meet him, encouraging him to thrust harder. Deeper. His balls slapped against her mound with each stroke, contributing to the ache, the need for release.

"Oh," Rebekah gasped. "Eric!" Her back arched, and her pussy clenched around him as she cried out. Eric gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to follow her over the edge. He didn't want it to end. Never wanted his time with her to end. He bent over her and kissed the center of her back tenderly, thrusting gently until her quaking body relaxed.

"Let's go inside," he whispered. "I want you to see it."

She looked over her shoulder. "See what?"

"Your name."

Her smile made his breath catch. He pulled out and took her hand, hurrying into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. He turned the lights on and laid on his back on the bed. He pulled the wrap covering his tattoo free and waited for her to join him. She crawled onto the bed beside him. Stroking his skin lightly, she trailed tender kisses along his lower belly.