F*cking Awkward (4 page)

“Like I said, payback is hell. And since you’ll be bringing Jack to Chicago this weekend, I’ll have lots of opportunity.”

The smile disappears and her face grows bright red. “You asshole! That was a surprise!”

Ari sucks in a loud breath and then hangs her head to hide her amusement.

“That’ll teach you a lesson. Don’t fuck with me when I have my wife in my arms. Consequences suck.”

I slam the door as she starts screaming and Ari howls. My smile grows wider as I head into the bathroom to change and take care of my blue balls.

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Ari

“Where the hell are you taking me?” I ask Sophie for the second time since leaving the hotel.

“We’re here!” she announces, looking between the GPS on her phone and the building we’re standing in front of.

“What is this place?” There’s no name anywhere to be found.

“It’s a specialty women’s spa.”

“What does that mean?”

She drags me through the door, and I give a little squeak. At once, it’s obvious this is not like any day spa I’ve ever visited. It’s sexy, sultry, and intensely erotic. The walls are painted in deep red hues, and seductive music plays through the speakers in the ceiling.

“What is this place, Soph?”

“Isn’t it awesome?” she asks in a wispy voice, and I see her admiring a framed piece of art. The woman in the picture is almost completely naked except for a long pearl necklace and her vagina covered in jewels.

“Sophie and Ari?” a woman asks, coming through a side door.

“Yes,” Sophie answers, linking her arm through mine.

“I’m Terri. I’ll be helping you with your selections and then turning you over to a specialist in charge of your treatments.”

“I’m gonna do that.” Sophie points to the picture she was admiring.

“Ahh, that’s a popular one. It’s a classic with our customers. I’m sure your husband will be very pleased.” She makes a note and then hands Sophie a clipboard. “Just complete this and we can get started.”

Sophie takes it and abandons me to sit and fill out the paperwork.

“And you? Have you thought about what you’d like today?” Terri questions.

“Um, I think I’m confused. What kind of services do you offer?”

Sophie snorts behind me, and I feel the heat rising up my neck and face.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Terri takes my hand and leads me to a counter, pushing a large photo album toward me. “We are a specialty spa, known for services more on the sexual scale. We also have an onsite photographer for boudoir shots. For example, your friend has chosen to have her vagina and pubis adorned with crystals.”

“Like vajazzling?” I blurt out and slap my hand to my mouth.

“Exactly, then we’ll take a few pictures for her as well.”

“Holy shit.”

“Would you like to see a few examples?”

“I don’t think so. It’s not really my style. ”

She nods in understanding, giving me a small smile. “We offer a variety of other treatments as well. Facials, massages, waxing, piercings.”

My eyebrows shoot up at the ‘piercings’. Then I remember Jack’s nipple piercing and wonder if it hurts. Sophie must read my mind.

“Jack said his hurt like hell. I wouldn’t recommend it if you want another kid.” She hands Terri back the clipboard and starts thumbing through the book in front of me. “But don’t be a prude. It’s obvious you’re a sex fiend, and your husband would get off on this shit.”

“SOPHIE!” I punch her shoulder, mortified

“Maybe something a little more conservative. Ari, are you a sensitive person? Will the gems bother you?”

I look around to make sure we’re still alone before I answer. “No, it’s not that. But I’ve never done anything adventurous like this. I guess I’m apprehensive.”

“We have a new technique called vatooing. It’s becoming more and more popular.”

“How does it work?”

“You’d choose a design or create one, and an artist would spray tattoo it on your vagina area. It lasts up to ten days.”

“Oh, that sounds cool.”

“It can be. Some women come in a few times a month to have it done. There’s a certain sexuality about it that a man can’t deny.”

“That would be perfect for you to try. Ari, do it!” Sophie bumps my hip. “And then maybe Reed would forgive me for our little joke the other day.”

I know she’s sorry because of her hundred apologies, but Reed won’t let it go. Besides ruining her surprise for Jack, he has made snide comments and vowed revenge. She swears he actually cursed her and Jack since Jack is now lying in a hotel room with a stomach bug.

I think about Reed’s reaction, and excitement starts to bloom. “Okay, let’s do it. I know exactly what I want. Is there someone who can sketch it for me?”

“Absolutely.” Terri grins and hands me the same paperwork she gave Sophie earlier.

When I’m done, Sophie and I split up and Terri shows me to a private room where a woman is waiting.

It takes three sketches and two hours, but when Sophie and I leave, we both have a disc of seductive pictures, a bag of lingerie, and decorated vaginas for our men.

I have no doubt; Reed will forgive Sophie for every misdemeanor after tonight.

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Reed

I walk into our suite and stop dead. Even though it’s still daylight outside, the entire place is bathed in darkness. The floor to ceiling windows are draped, and the only light is coming from candles lit around the room. There’s a note lying on the side table with my name in Ari’s handwriting across the front.

Reed~

I have a surprise for you. Take a seat, get comfortable, and close your eyes.

Ari

I suck in a deep breath and look at the ceiling. “Thank you, God,” I say softly. Kicking off my shoes, I go to the sofa and sit, closing my eyes and waiting.

The bedroom door opens, and I immediately grow hard. The scent of Ari fills the room, and anticipation starts to course through me.

The sofa dips on each side as she settles on my lap, straddling me.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she says softly, kissing along my jawline, nipping at the corner of my lips.

“Better now.”

“I missed you. In fact, I missed you so much, I spent the whole day thinking of how to show you exactly how much.”

My heart starts racing, beating hard in my chest, as my mind runs wild. “Can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”

“Keep your eyes closed.” She skims the tip of her tongue across my lips and then moves down, kissing a path down my neck, along my collarbone, and stopping at my chest. I move my hands to her thighs and massage the soft bare skin as she unbuttons my shirt.

Her nails scrape over the ridges of my abs and leave a trail of warmth behind. I arch up and help her remove my shirt as she runs her lips over my shoulders. Desire and need burn through my veins, and I run my own hands from her thighs to her waist then up, feeling goose bumps rise under my fingers. When I reach her tits, I suck in a breath. Her nipples are hard peaked under what feels like soft lace.

“I need to see you.”

“Not yet. This is all about your imagination.”

“My imagination is telling me you’re exquisite, and barely covered in lace. I see your nipples in my mind, hard and begging for my tongue to circle and suck them into my mouth. Then I’ll move lower until my tongue slides inside your sweet pussy. You’ll moan in pleasure as I feast.” My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I get more and more turned on.

“Hmmm, you’re pretty good at this game. Let’s try this.” She moves one hand down her stomach until it reaches a band of more lace. “Can you guess what this is?”

“It feels like a waistband.”

She leans in, pressing her chest against mine. “Why don’t you move your hand lower?” Her breath is warm against my ear, causing a rumble deep in my chest.

I do as she says and move straight down her skin, soft, warm… and completely bare. Holy Fuck!

“Angel, Jesus Christ. What are you doing to me?”

“You’ll see.” She brushes her lips over mine, then slides slowly down my body.

She makes quick work of unbuckling my belt and removing the rest of my clothes. My dick jumps when she licks up the length and sucks on the tip. Her tongue swirls a few times before she takes me deep, opening enough to fit all the way down her throat. I move my hands to her head and tangle my fingers in her hair. She purposely glides her tits over my thighs as she works my cock expertly.

Every aspect of sex with Ari is incredible, but her blowjobs are out of this world. Literally. Three swipes of her tongue and I’m ready to come. When she sucks me deep and cups my balls, I bow off the sofa, squeezing my eyes tight.

“Baby, I need to see you. This is fucking torture,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.

“Not yet,” she garbles against my dick then quickens her pace.

A tingling starts at the base of my spine, and I try to pull her head up, wanting to be inside her.

“Ari—“

“Ummm…” she hums, her throat vibrating, and I lose it.

My hands clutch at her hair as I thrust into her face, exploding as she stills, swallowing greedily.

I sink into the sofa, trying to catch my breath as she kisses my cock one last time and crawls up my body, straddling me again.

“You can open your eyes now,” she whispers seductively.

My vision is spotty as I try to focus. When my eyes land on her, my heart races. She’s sitting astride me in white lace, looking every bit of the angel she is. I run my gaze down her body and stop breathing when I see the panties she’s wearing are nothing but a scrap of fabric— literally. They are crotchless. I stare for a full minute, licking my lips when I zero in on something foreign stretching across her beautiful silky skin. My mind finally catches up with my eyes.

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s your number in script.”

“You got a tattoo on your pussy!?!”

“It’s temporary.”

My dick needs no recovery time when I look closer at the artwork my wife has etched on her bare skin. “This may be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”

“Thought you may like it.”

“Please, tell me it’s safe to fuck you.”

“Oh, yeah, but we need to watch out for friction, so I thought I’d fuck you.” She threads her hands through my short hair, grazing my scalp, and seals her mouth over mine.

I grip her hips and position her so I can slide in easily. Our mouths stay fused together as she starts to rock against me. My hands move to her ass so I can hold her as I angle and thrust from below.

Her hips meet me stroke for stroke, and she pulls her mouth from mine, panting against my lips. Tiny moans escape, and I quicken my pace, determined to push her over the edge— hopefully more than once. Our bodies slap together and sexual heat surrounds us. Her body arches into mine as her head falls to the side.

“Heaven, you feel like heaven.” I lick her collarbone and then bite down lightly and suck. It’s going to leave a mark and she’ll be pissed, but I can’t help it. A carnal urge to brand her takes over, and I speed up my movements.

She starts to swivel her hips as she rides me hard. My balls grow tight when her small moans turn heated. Her pussy clenches tightly, and she lets out an erotic cry as she shatters, taking me with her.

Neither of us moves for several moments as our breathing returns to normal. She lifts her head to mine, her eyes glowing bright. “Think we may have broken the no-friction rule.” She giggles.

“It’s a stupid rule. No way I could control myself after seeing that.”

“Mmmm.” She wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my shoulder.

My hands skim up and down her back, soaking in her closeness. She sighs in contentment and wiggles. My cock twitches, but not in a good way. Heat moves through my groin and sends a burning down my dick to my balls. It’s not a slow burn. Within a second, it turns into a searing pain.

“Shit! Babe, scoot off me!” I try to move her gently, but she flops beside me clumsily with a look of confusion. I don’t have time to explain before I let out a cry in agony.

My dick is pulsing, and not because of an erection. The whole length has turned a deep red, almost purple. My balls throb and the whole groin area is starting to splotch.