Unexpected Arrivals(18)
I had no idea what Neil and Hannah were up to when they headed back together to get matching tattoos. They went before Cora and me, and then reappeared approximately two minutes later both having been permanently branded.
“So what’d you get?” Cora bounced in her seat with excitement and anticipation.
Hannah came over to where we were sitting and started to unbutton her pants.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” I shielded my face from accidentally viewing her lady bits.
She just rolled her eyes and pulled down the right side of her jeans to expose Neil’s name in black with a red heart for the E. I glowered at the inscription and then stared at my best friend.
“I thought you two were getting matching tattoos?”
Before I realized what he was doing, he revealed her name in the same spot with the same black writing and prissy hearts for As. Where she had one heart, he had two.
Leave it to Cora to point out just how redneck she believed the mark of the beast was. “You got each other’s names tattooed on you? Please tell me you got married before we left Chapel Hill and you just forgot to mention it.” Her face was priceless. She was mortified, and there was no denying it in her expression.
Luckily, Hannah was too enamored with their little hearts to notice, and all Neil cared about was Hannah’s happiness. Dumbasses.
“Cora Chase?” The girl behind the counter called her name.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her behind the curtain. I’d promised to go first, and at the time, I hadn’t really thought Cora would follow through, yet here we were with needles on trays and barbells and antibiotic ointment, and a woman I didn’t know encouraging me to take off my clothes.
Suck it up, Carp. Your girl isn’t the least bit concerned or scared…stop being a fucking pussy. The mental pep talk did little for me, and even less when we were joined by another member of the staff. The man was poised to pierce Cora’s nipples at the same time the ginger did mine.
I was so caught up in watching how he handled her peaks that I hadn’t paid the least bit of attention to what the girl in front of me was doing to my own…until she stabbed a needle through the center and left it there. I jerked and almost backhanded the bitch without warning. Jesus, she must have a death wish. As close as I’d come to knocking her out, my attention raced back to Cora who now had a matching silver spike through her pink nipple that was erotic as fuck. While I was gasping for breath, trying to regain my composure, she was perfectly serene and chattering away with the dude in latex gloves. And then the next needle slid through. Holy fuck, this woman sucked at warnings.
Cora licked her lips, sucking the bottom one between her teeth. I’d seen her do it a thousand times just before I sank my dick into her warm center, though seeing her do it now made me realize she liked the pain. And that was hot as fuck. Until the redhead in front of me tugged on the needles to replace them with barbells. I winced, and from the other seat, Cora laughed at my discomfort. Just before she winked. Fuck, I wanted to take her off that chair and have my way with her. I didn’t even care if Johnny and June here watched.
“No saliva on the piercings for six weeks or until fully healed.” The guy directed his comment toward me.
“Dude, she’s the nipple sucker.” I pointed back at my girlfriend whose mouth hung open.
“Yeah, does she bite, too?” The banter with the piercing peeps had gone too far when the girl appeared aroused by the thought of Cora biting my tits.
The laughter died instantly on my lips, which they all thought was a joke. Whatever. I needed my girl to get her boobs covered and us to get the hell out of Dodge before someone tried to ram a rod through my cock just to see what kind of rise they’d get out of me. Fuckers.
The fabric from my T-shirt rubbed my sensitive piercings in the oddest of ways. It was almost sexually arousing at first but then quickly turned to irritation. I wondered if putting Band-Aids across them would ease the sensation, yet when I mentioned it, Cora laughed. She didn’t have to worry about it, she had a bra keeping hers from feeling what mine did. Since she thought it was so funny, I stopped in the middle of the museum and tugged my shirt over my head.
I didn’t brag about how I looked—I’d left that shit behind in high school—but I was well-aware women stopped to stare. Being on the basketball team kept me in top physical condition, my muscles were well-toned, and I maintained a healthy tan playing skins in the park. Add the new piercings, and it was a sight the ladies wouldn’t resist.
Cora didn’t insist I put my shirt on. Instead, she came to my front, put her hands on my biceps and ran them up to my shoulders. Standing on her tiptoes, she secured her fingers behind my neck and jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist in a daring show of ownership. Not only did she ride my waist with my hands firmly on her ass, but she made love to my mouth as though no one was watching…or everyone, depending on how I looked at it. When the catcalls and the whistles started, she jumped back down, having proved her point.
I was hers.
And she was mine.
There was no way in hell there was a woman around who hadn’t seen her claim me. It took everything I had not to throw her into the back seat, rip her clothes off, and fuck her like we were in high school again. Sadly, I think had I been gung-ho, Hannah and Neil would have taken the front and gone at it themselves. We’d gotten entirely too close over the last few days. Sharing hotel rooms and tiny spaces, we’d given up having any privacy and just tried to enjoy our partners quietly. Although, I hoped they tried to block out the noises as much as I did the two of them. God knew, I didn’t want Neil and Hannah getting off to the sounds of Cora and me.