Hello all! Hope you're all doing great. Here's the first story of the month. And here's also a preview of it. I hope it convinces some to wanna read more of it.
Enjoy!
PREVIEW:
"No more excuses, now!" Billie says, her eyes flying open as she underlines the statement. "Girl, you need a boy to help you take that load off you when you get all grumpy like that!" The two siblings exchange a look then laugh at the innuendo. "Alright, my bad. Didn't mean it like that but point still stands."
Makayla sighs and leans to the right, glancing at the said-boy staring at the tattoo designs on the walls. Her eyes quickly zero in on his narrow waist, flaring hips, and cushiony ass. "Maybe you're right." She finally says as she flashes a grin, gold tooth sparkling. "See you later, sis."
"Yeah, you get him, girl! See you later." Billie cheers before leaving the shop. "Oh and if you see Josh, tell him I said hi~"
Makayla chuckles at her sister then saunters closer to the customer, eyeing him assertively through her rounded glasses. "What's your story, buddy?" She says, her now warm and groovy voice startling him.
He turns around to face her, jumping slightly back as he does. "Oh, shit, you scared me there." They both laugh.
"Sorry, didn't mean to." She flashes a toothy smile, her gold tooth grabbing the boy's eye. "Guess those designs really sucked you in, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah. You could say that." He says, his laugh from before slowly dying down. "I.. uh... My story, you said?" He asks, confused as to what she might mean.
Makayla nods towards the tattoos on the wall "Everyone has a story. What do you want on your skin forever? That's your story." She says, moving even closer to him until she's a couple of feet away. Her eyes travel down from his face to his chest, to his stomach and finally to his hips, a smirk plastered on her face the whole way down and back up.
"Oh." He says, suddenly a little shy and self conscious about the way she looks at him. "I... I'm not sure. I was just... looking." He thinks for a moment. "I think I'm just reaching a new place in my life and I wanna mark the occasion, you know?" He says with a smile. "Just moved in, name's Seth." He offers a handshake. "You could say I'm starting anew here. So, what do you think I should get?"
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Billie’s head snaps toward it, her eyes going wide with predatory glee. "Flexible boy, huh? What's that about?"
Makayla ignores her, her fingers tapping the message open. The message is simple, direct, and it carries the same hesitant courage he had in person: ‘Hey, Makayla. This is Seth. The tattoo is already starting to ache in a weirdly good way. I was wondering if you’d like to grab a bite sometime? No pressure.’
A slow, deep laugh rumbles in her chest, a sound of pure, glee and satisfaction. She looks up from the screen to meet her sister’s triumphant, knowing gaze. The gold tooth in her smile glowing under the cheap lights. "Well, well. Speak of the devil and he shall text." She turns the phone around just enough for her to see the message, and she lets out a whoop that earns them a dirty look from a family in the next booth.
"Looks like your 'client' has a faster recovery time than You anticipated." The younger woman teases, dipping her fries in ketchup.
"Oh shut it." She playfully says. She leans her elbows on the sticky table, the cheap laminate cool against her skin, and slides the phone toward Billie. The glowing screen casts a blue sheen on her eager face. "Alright, genius. He’s asking for a bite. What’s the move?" Her voice is low, playful.
Billie snatches the phone, her eyes scanning the message with the focus of a strategist. A slow, wicked grin spreads across her face, and she lets out a low whistle. "Oh, he’s cute. Shy but shooting his shot. You gotta make him sweat a little, Kay. Don’t just say yes. Tease him. Beat around the bush." She hands the phone back, her fingers leaving a faint grease smudge on the screen. "Make him wonder if you’re even interested. The mystery will drive him crazy."
Makayla takes the phone back, wiping the smudge away with the hem of her shirt. A slow, considering smile touches her lips as she turns the device over in her hands, feeling its solid weight. "I don't know that's really me. And I hate people who do that shit." She says, rhythmically tapping her rings against the screen.
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When they finally break the kiss, Seth has only a second to catch his breath before Makayla drags her lips along his jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to the sensitive spot just below his ear. His breath comes in ragged gusts followed by small gasps. “You invited a hungry girl over, Seth." She murmurs, her voice a rough, smoky scrape against his neck. “What's wrong? I thought you could handle a hungry girl like me?” Her teeth graze his earlobe, and she feels his whole body shudder against the door, a delicious tremor that travels from his chest into her own. With a chuckle, she leans back just enough to look into his eyes, her brown gaze dark and utterly focused.
The boy is already getting high on her; breath hitching, cheeks flushed, his green eyes glazed with a mix of shock and pure, undiluted desire. It’s a look she wants to sear into her memory. “I’m here for the main course.” She leans in. "And you're it, baby~"
Seth's heart thumps twice faster now. His cock, if it wasn't hard until now, it's steel solid now. Then he feels a finger hook firmly into the band of his shorts, teasing, playful, a gentle, insistent tug. "Now turn around, baby~" She commands, her voice dropping to a low, authoritative register that brooks no argument. "And present me the meal."
A soft, breathy chuckle escapes Seth, a sound of nervous excitement that only fuels the fire in Makayla's gut. He obeys, turning with a gingerly slowness that feels deliberately tantalizing. Her eyes never leave his as he present his back to her, the line of his spine a graceful curve under his shirt. His thumbs hook into the waistband of his shorts, and then he begins to move. A slow, tentative sway of his hips from side to side, a shy little dance that makes the fabric strain and then give way, sliding down the curvy swell of his ass inch by agonizing inch. The young man knows what he is doing for sure. The motion is hypnotic, a silent tease that has Makayla's own breath catching in her throat. He finally lets the shorts fall completely, a soft thump as they hit the floor, pooling around his ankles and leaving him exposed from the waist down.
"Sweet lord, as my mama would say~" Makayla comments. For a long, silent moment, she just drinks him in. The sight is breathtaking. The artwork of her own design, the fresh black lines of the vines wrapping around his thigh, is a beautiful contrast to the lush, perfect canvas of his skin. The boy's ass is a gorgeous, sculpted masterpiece, full, high, and so impeccably rounded it looks like it was shaped by an artist’s devoted hand. The skin there is smooth and taut, a warm, inviting paleness that seems to bloom in the soft light of his apartment. It’s the kind of ass that begs to be touched, to be gripped, to be admired without shame. The curve where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks is a deep, enticing valley, and the lustful woman's gaze follows the powerful lines of her hamstrings down to his juicy thighs.