Glitch (Next Level #1)(42)

I look behind me and see she’s dumped paint all over the floor.

Setting her down, I strip out of my clothes and pick her up again. I hate not having in her my arms. “Messy, dirty, beautiful girl.”

“I’m such a slut for you,” she says in a little voice.

“Yeah, you are.” I lay her down in the paint. It’s not so much that it’s a puddle, but there’s plenty for me to drag my fingers through and gather enough to smear on her thighs. I write on her: M-I-N-E.

She writes the same across my chest.

Our kisses are frantic when I drive my ready, eager cock inside her. Hooking her legs around my elbows, I lift her up for deeper penetration. She claws the floorboards and cries out.

“No screaming,” I growl. “Your noises are only for me.”

I dive into her as deep as I can. She lets out another scream.

And has the nerve to laugh about it.

“One.” I love her. I love her. I love her. If she’s going to be noisy just for spanks, then I’ll make it so she can’t draw air. I fuck her harder, mercilessly.

My plan is a big fat failure when she screams my name so loud her voice cracks. Her inner walls clamp down on my dick and I can’t stop staring at all her cream covering the base of my cock. That, along with the paint… it’s like Ara’s put her stamp on me.

I fucking love it.

I’m getting it inked on me permanently as soon as possible.

My hips are pistons as I chase my release, giving her another climax while I’m at it. My balls tighten, heat spills down my spine, and I roar. I unload so much inside her that it feels endless. My teeth clack when I tense up, another wave of pleasure crashing into me almost immediately. I can’t stop fucking her. I don’t want to.

“Can’t get enough of you.” I yank her up so she’s straddling me.

My girl’s expression nearly blows me over. She’s wild and excited and I wish I could capture it with a camera to keep it forever. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I bite her shoulder. Her pussy clenches around my dick and I see stars.

We’re like two explosions detonating at the same time.

My heart’s pounding and there’s a ringing in my ears.

“You’re a mess,” she says, once she finally climbs off me. I watch her stumble over to a stack of bar towels by her jars of paint brushes. She comes back over with one of the cloths.

I stop her before she can wipe the paint off. “Wait.”

I get up and dig my phone out of my pants pocket and snap a picture of my inner thigh. Then I take a bunch of her. “It’s just your face,” I say fast. Not that I wouldn’t mind nudes of her, but I wouldn’t take any of those without permission first. “See?” I show her.

“I trust you.”

“Can I have one of you naked?”

She thinks about it for all of two seconds. “Yes.”

I don’t snap the photo. Instead, I toss my cell back over to my pile of clothes.

“I thought you were going to take a pic of me?”

“I will. One day.”

She laughs. “You know I have that painting of me nude, right? I don’t mind showing off my body for art.”

“Yeah, well, this is for my spank bank. Not sure that’s considered art.”

Ara’s laugh slays me. I swear it’s the best sound in the whole wide world.

“So.” I rub the back of my neck. “What have you been working on?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Ohhh a secret project?”

She saunters over with this wicked little glint in her eyes. “Yyyyup.” She pops the p in her answer. “Wanna spank me for not telling you?”

Nope. I want to kiss her again. Which is exactly what I do.

“You really never do get soft, do you?”

I shake my head slowly. “Not since you came into my life.”

“This might make grocery shopping awkward.”

I glance around and see she’s got a half-empty bowl of Skittles on a stool. I stroll over and pluck a red one out and pop it in my mouth. “Is this all you’ve had to eat today?”

“Mmmm. Yeah. I’m not too hungry.” Her stomach growls, saying otherwise. “Okay, so myself just called myself out.” She tosses her hands up. “Damnit.”

“You got lost in your artwork?”

“Immediately.”

That’s a good thing, right? Yes, for her mind. No, for her body. Maybe I should grab her something from the burger joint down the road. “If you’re on a roll, I can leave. I don’t want to derail you.”

“You can’t derail me, Glitch. Not this time.” She taps her temple. “This project is solid. I won’t lose it.”

“Should I…” I point to the door.

“Only if you’re taking me with you.” Ara grabs her clothes from the floor. “If I stay, I won’t leave, and I really should take a break. I want to paint this one carefully.”

“Stepping back is good. Gives you time to process.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m dying to know what it is.”

“RIP you, then.” She wiggles back into her clothes, and I’m forced to do the same. “I’m sorry,” she says, pointing at my now paint-stained t-shirt and jeans. “Your clothes are ruined.”