Ink Under Silk

“God, that dress is criminal on you, Elena,” I muttered the second I spotted her across the candlelit reception hall.

彼女が振り返り、シャンパングラスがふっくらとした唇のところで止まり、私たちの間に緊張が生きた電線のように張り詰めた。シルクのドレスは彼女の体のあらゆる曲線にぴったりと張り付き、深いエメラルド色が彼女の白い肌を輝かせていた。友人の結婚式は安全な場所のはずだったが、エレナ・ヴォス、私の新しい上司で、残酷な三週間を経た彼女は、デザイナーの布に包まれた罪のような姿で現れた。私はまだ会議中に彼女を見つめないように学んでいる新入社員だった。今は目を離せなかった。

彼女はヒールの鋭い音を立てて部屋を横切り、私のすぐ近くで立ち止まりました。彼女の香水の温かい香りと、バニラと熱のようなもっと甘い何かが混ざった香りを感じました。「マーカス。あなたはきれいにしていますね。あの手からインクを洗い落とすとは思いませんでした。」

My fingers flexed at my sides. The tattoos she mentioned snaked from my wrists up under the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, black lines that told stories I’d never shared in the office. “Some of us know how to behave at weddings, Ms. Voss.”

“Elena tonight,” she corrected, voice dropping. Her eyes flicked to the open collar of my shirt where the edge of a raven tattoo peeked out. “And behave? That’s not what I’m hoping for.”

The words hit low in my gut. Before I could answer, she took my wrist, thumb brushing the inked skin there. Electricity shot straight to my cock. The dance floor pulsed with music and laughter, but she pulled me toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the private lounge reserved for the wedding party. Door shut behind us with a soft click. We were alone.

“Show me,” she whispered, already working my tie loose with impatient fingers. Her breath was warm against my throat.

俺は彼女の手を掴み、心臓がドキドキしていた。「本当にいいのか？これは業績評価とはちょっと違うぞ。」

“I’ve stared at those tattoos every damn meeting for weeks, wondering what else they cover.” Her voice had gone husky, brave now. “I want to trace them with my tongue, Marcus. Right now.”

Fuck. I let go. She pushed my jacket off, then yanked the shirt open, buttons scattering. Cool air hit my chest, but her palms were scorching as they slid over the intricate ink that covered my pecs and ribs, a full sleeve on my left arm, swirling patterns that disappeared beneath my belt. Her nails scraped lightly and I groaned.

「美しい」と彼女は息を漏らし、身を乗り出して、俺の心臓の上に絡みつく曲がりくねった龍の入れ墨に沿って、口を開けたキスを押し当てた。彼女の舌がその線をなぞり、熱くて濡れていて、俺の肌に震えを走らせた。俺は片手を彼女のすっきりとまとめた髪に絡め、彼女の頭を後ろに傾けさせる程度に引っ張った。

“Your turn, boss.” My voice was rough. I spun her, pressing her front to the velvet chaise. The back of her dress dipped dangerously low, revealing the delicate black ink of her own secret tattoo, a small constellation of stars and script just above the curve of her ass. I hadn’t known. The sight made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

Elena gasped as I traced it with a fingertip. “You have one too… hidden. Naughty girl.”

“Shut up and fuck me before someone walks in,” she demanded, pushing back against me. Shy hesitation gone, replaced by raw need.

I hiked the silk up her thighs, bunching it at her waist. No panties. Just smooth, bare pussy already glistening. The sight short-circuited my brain. I freed my aching cock, thick and veined, the base marked with a thin band of tattoo that disappeared under my balls. I rubbed the swollen head along her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness.

「ああ、君はもうびしょ濡れだな」俺は低くうなり、彼女の腰を掴んだ。一気に強く突き入れると、彼女の締めつける熱い奥まで根元まで埋め尽くした。エレナは叫び声を上げ、指でビロードを掻きむしった。

“Yes… fuck, Marcus, harder.” Her voice cracked on the words.

I set a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against her juicy ass with every deep stroke. The chaise creaked. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, wet sounds filling the small room. I reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, circling fast while I pounded into her. Each thrust made her tits bounce inside the dress, nipples hard points against the silk.

She came first, sudden and violent, back arching as her walls fluttered and squeezed my cock. “Oh shit… I’m coming… don’t stop!”

I didn’t. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her so her legs wrapped my waist. Her back hit the wall. I drove back inside in one smooth glide, deeper this way. Her heels dug into my ass. I fucked her like that, mouth on her neck, sucking marks that would be hidden by her collar come Monday.

「中に出して」彼女は耳元で息を荒げ、今や大胆で淫らに囁いた。「あそこに戻ったとき、あなたの精液が太ももを伝い落ちるのを感じたいの」

The words pushed me over. I buried myself deep, groaning as my cock pulsed, pumping thick ropes of cum into her spasming pussy. She shivered through another smaller orgasm, milking every drop.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin, my inked chest pressed to the soft swell of her breasts. Her fingers lazily traced the raven on my collarbone.

Elena smiled, wicked and sated. “This doesn’t end when the wedding’s over. My office. Monday. After hours. I want to explore every inch of this ink… with my mouth.”

I kissed her swollen lips, already hardening again inside her. “Promise?”

The door handle rattled. We froze.

“Later,” she whispered, eyes bright with fresh promise.