Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

quickly in the shower, knowing that Scarlett would be on my case if I didn’t hurry up. We weren’t officially living together but we may as well have been. I was always at her place. The one time I wasn’t there when she got home from work, she’d stomped over to Trip’s place and gave me an earful that ended with her being bent over the couch and being shown just how much I loved when she was pissed at me.
    It was her fault in the first place that I was needing a shower. Her hot body sashaying through the front door when she got home from work was enough to make any man drop to his knees in awe and worship. And I was just the man to take on that challenge. I worked her pussy fast and hard only moments after she’d dumped her bag on the kitchen counter. I had a new found fondness for the black granite kitchen countertops after our hot-as-hell quickie. Her sexy bright green high heels wrapped firmly around my ass as I pushed myself hard in and out of her tight little body was incredible. Beyond incredible. Her perfect ass sitting at the end of the counter. Definitely, a place we’d have to revisit.
    I walked into the bedroom after my shower and stopped dead in the doorway. The towel around my waist did nothing to curb the effect of Scarlett bent over, sliding her tiny feet into a pair of sexy heels, ass in the air with only a tiny scrap of black lace hiding what I knew was the tightest, hottest piece of tail I’d had in my life.
    She turned and stood facing the mirror, putting her hair into some kind of twist. Her back was to me. She was wearing a vibrant purple and black corset, those barely-there panties, and now four-inch black satin pumps which had my already rock-hard cock throbbing. I just couldn’t get my fill.
    “Mace, honey, if you don’t hurry, we’re going to be late,” she said softly, looking back at me through the mirror.
    I took three long strides towards her, palmed her sweet luscious ass and I pulled her back into my raging hard-on. Although I knew she knew what I was about to tell her, I felt the need to let her know where we were on the timeframe. “We’re gonna be late, babe,” I growled. My voice filled with vicious need. I just had to have her immediately.
    The crook of her neck called to me, and the smell of her cherry body wash gently assaulted me. Resting my face firmly on her neck, I flicked my tongue and tasted her sweet flesh which in turn caused her knees to weaken slightly; her hand reached out to the dresser to steady herself. A moan escaped her plump lips as her eyes fluttered closed. One hand still palming her ass, the other coming around the front, I ran my hand softly across the swell of her breasts that were spilling from the elaborate corset. She pushed back and ground her hips against me.
    This woman was going to be the death of me. It wasn’t natural to want somebody as much as I wanted Scarlett.
     

     
    “Trip’s gonna kill us,” she huffed as I opened the passenger-side door to her car. I don’t think she realized it, but as soon as Trip or any red-blooded male got a look at her in that outfit, they’d understand just why we were half an hour late to the damn party, but I wasn’t about to point it out to her. She’d just get in a snit and make me wanna screw her seven ways from Sunday again. I reached into the back seat and removed Trip’s elaborately wrapped gift shaking my head, a new Tattoo gun wrapped in blue metallic paper tied with black skull print ribbon. Where the hell do you even find ribbon with skulls on it? And what guy needs a bow on his shit?
    I reached around her and pushed the door to the restaurant open, holding it until she was through before following after her. We hadn’t even gotten ten steps into the balloon filled function room before the family descended. “Balloons. Well, fuck me, aren’t you a big boy now. Did you get a new sipper cup and pacifier with your pretty little party?” I laughed, giving Trip a one armed hug.
    “Fuck off, asshole.” He smiled and took his gift from my hand before moving in on Scar throwing a wink at me and telling her, “When you’re done slumming it with that douche, you come see me, babe.”
    Teeny walked over, grabbed Scar’s hand and dragged her away without acknowledging Trip at all. His eyes on her the whole time, I nudged him and asked, “What the fucks that all about?”
    He snapped his attention back to me and rubbed the back of his neck. “Dunno what you’re talkin’