Tempted

Chapter 5

Xander’s POV

My d**k has been hard for some minutes now and I want nothing more than to stroke it a little to ease off the strain. I’m very sure she noticed it, but I really don’t care. My head is so consumed by her. When I entered the room and saw her sitting so calmly, with those f**k me boots on her legs, I had the sudden urge to feel her beneath me, her legs gripping my waist tightly as I pound into her hard.

Damn. It’s been a while since I had s*x. Maybe that’s why I’m consumed with these thought. I’m trying so hard to concentrate on the design I’m currently drawing on her skin, but my eyes keep straying to her perfect boobs. She’s a f*****g temptress. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Since I entered the room, she’s been giving me this f**k me vibes and thrusting her boobs in my face.

She wants me. The want is dripping all over her. I’m trying so hard to resist though. Really, I am. I have this rule to not involve myself sexually in any way with my workers and my clients, but right now, I’m trying so hard to abide by that rule.

She sighs softly as I keep on drawing. I can feel her gaze burning a hole in my face.

“You are hot. I never knew I’d get attracted to a man holding a tattoo machine…….or maybe it’s just you”

“Thanks”, I smile at her before going my to my task. I press the tattoo gun on her skin and she releases a slight gasp. My c**k strains tightly in my jeans. She removes her arm from her boobs, causing my eyes to latch on her n*****s before covering them with both her palm.

“Are they distracting?”, she asks.

“What?”

“ My t**s”.

“No. They are perfectly fine”.

“I’m horny though”. I stop and look up at her. Is she kidding me?

“Maybe it’s the feeling of the gun on my skin. It’s arousing”.

“Well, it happens sometimes. Some clients get turned on by the pain and the buzzing feel”, I try to explain.

“Hmm”, she hums, “ or maybe it’s you”. She smiles seductively and drops her gaze to my lips. f**k. It’s taking a whole lot to not smash her lips to mine and ruin that perfect lipstick. I turn off the tattoo gun and drop it beside me. I was already done with her tattoo, it just needs some wrapping up.

“You know exactly what you are doing right?” She doesn’t reply. She just keeps staring at me.

“Why?”

“Maybe it’s because I want you so bad. There’s this itch that just needs to be scratched and until I have you, it won’t go away”.

I sign, “I don’t do this. Get involved with clients, I mean. I’ve been battling with myself ever since I saw you and you are making it worse with your advances. I really want to f**k you right now and lick my way up your sexy little throat and suck your perfect little n*****s “.

She removes her hands from her boobs and wraps her legs around my waist pulling me close to her. She leans slowly into me and whispers into my ear, “ Do it then. I want all of it”, she trails her fingers slowly down by chest and towards my jeans. When she reaches my d**k, she grips me and squeeze softly.

I let out a deep groan as she strokes my d**k through my jeans and sucks on my earlobe slightly. I shouldn’t give in, I really shouldn’t but I can’t help it. I just need a taste. One should be enough. I turn my head and take her mouth in mine. She moans and wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me farther into the kiss. She tastes so good, like lemons and it’s so addictive. I lift her up and into me with my hands gripping her lucious ass. I carry her to the nearest wall and we dry hump against each other. She eats my mouth and strokes her soft tongue against mine, nipping me slightly on the lips. I dip my fingers into her skirt and tug her skimpy pants, ripping them in the process.

She rips her lips from mine and slowly kisses her way along my throat. I dip my fingers into her p***y and find her dripping wet. I slid two of my fingers slowly into her and pull out, pushing back into her finding the perfect pace. She leans her head against the wall in pure ecstasy and rides my fingers slowly. We set the slow tempo at first, taking in our fill of each other. I begin to increase the pressure of my fingers in her p***y, adding a third finger. I use my thumb to stroke her c**t roughly making her cry out.

We continue in that pace until she cries out, filling my fingers with her c*m. I pull out bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting her. She tastes so good. I need more. She stares at my fingers in my mouth, her eyes filled with lust.

Dazed, she muttered, “I need more”.