Glitch (Next Level Book 1)

I manage to peel myself away from Ara long enough to get her dressed, to her studio, and myself to work. It sucks but knowing I’m picking her up later and going to Erin’s for tacos makes it bearable.

I’m addicted to the woman.

I can’t wait to see her again. Get my hands on her. My mouth. My dick. It’s been six hours and I’m dying over here.

“Heyyyy, Kitty.”

She giggles on the other end of the phone. I’m in the back of my shop, door closed, and though I want to jerk off on the phone with her, I won’t because I’m not here alone and can’t risk it.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Painting. What are you doing?”

I can hear her smile through every word she says, and that makes my face split in half with my own grin. “Thinking about fucking you,” I confess. “I can’t stop thinking about it, actually. I’m hiding in the back of my shop because my dick won’t soften.”

“I don’t think your dick knows how to be soft.” She laughs. “I’ve certainly never seen it flaccid.”

And she never will. My blood pumps too hot and strong for her.

“Have you touched yourself yet?” I wait with bated breath for her answer. Will she think I’ll be mad if she says yes? I won’t. Fuck that, I never will be.

“No,” she says after a few beats, but her tone is a little deflated.

“Do it.”

“I’m covered in paint.”

“Even better. Do it. Right now, on the phone with me.”

She makes a beautiful little groan that I want to eat up. “Okay. Let me make sure the door’s locked.”

“Good girl.”

She makes another little moan.

“You’re noisy today.” And I love it.

“You get me too worked up, Sean. It’s your fault.”

There she goes, saying my name again, and I have to readjust myself. Again. I look over at the door to make sure it’s still shut. There’s no lock on it, which is what has me on edge. “You need to keep your door locked, always, Ara. Even when you’re not working yourself up.”

“Okay,” she says without missing a beat.

I don’t want to be a controlling asshole here, but I’m not about to let Ara be so lost in her painting that she can’t hear a fucking intruder, either. All because it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean it won’t happen. The risk makes my body tense with the need to be there as her guard dog.

“I usually keep it locked,” she says. “I just didn’t today in case.”

“In case what?”

She’s quiet for a few seconds. “In case you popped in.”

Fuck. Me. “Take your clothes off.”

“Glitch?”

“Hmm?”

“Can… can you maybe call me a slut?”

I slam my hand on the workbench to keep from falling over. “Yeah, I can do that.”

She’s too much of a praise kitten to be degraded, but I’m willing to toe the line and see which way she likes it best. “Be my good little slut and pinch your nipples.”

I hear her suck in a tiny breath.

“I want my teeth on you. Mark you up. Bite and suck your tits.”

She makes more noises that drive me wild.

“That’s it, my pretty little slut. You want to keep touching yourself?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Go ahead, Ara. Put the phone between your thighs and let me hear how wet you are.”

A few seconds later, delicious noises fill my ear. Holy shit, she’s soaked. And I’m hard as steel and miles away.

“Ara.” Can she even hear me?

“Y-yes?”

I must be on speaker. “What are you thinking about, dirty girl?”

“You,” she groans. “Fucking my face.”

“Mmmm… you like it when I pump my cock in that pretty mouth? My dirty little slut likes my cum.”

“God, yes.”

She comes so fast I don’t even get a chance to say all the things I had planned. That’s okay. There will definitely be other opportunities.

I hear a bunch of shuffling and then her giggle is louder in my ear, which means she’s taken me off speaker phone. “Well, that might be a record for me.”

I’m already out the door and heading to my car. I want her. Now.

“Glitch?”

“See you in twenty.” I jerk my car door open and drop in. “Be ready, Kitty.”

•••

I’m to her in twelve minutes because I break every traffic law. Pulling up to her studio, I take the steps two at a time and notice there’s a lot of noise going on. Different music, voices, the dogs.

Don’t artists need peace to work? Isn’t all this ruckus distracting?

What do I know? I’m just a computer geek who thrives in chaos.

I climb my way to Ara’s door and jiggle the handle. It’s locked. “Ara?” I knock.

No answer.

I bang louder. “Ara?”

I press my ear to the door, my heart pounding. Why isn’t she answering? “ARA!” I slam my fists on the door, ready to rip it off its hinges.

She moans. It’s faint, but I fucking hear it. I call her phone. She picks up on the first ring. “Are you already here?”

“Let me in.”

She swings the door open but stays hidden behind it. When I see her, I know why. She’s still naked. And absolutely covered in paint. Like she’d dipped her fingers in it and touched herself all over the place. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair’s in a messy bun that’s sagging to one side. And she has earbuds in.

“I thought I had a little more time.” Her thighs are clenched as she scissors them together, seeking friction.

It undoes all my control. “You came again?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

She pulls her earbuds out. “Including your phone call, four.”

Four? That’s not enough for me. I’m on her in an instant, lifting her up and damn if she doesn’t wrap those luscious thighs around me. I end up pressing her against the window and quickly look out to see if anyone can see us. The alley is abandoned and the building across from us has no windows on this side.

Good. Ara’s for my eyes only.

“My dirty fucking slut needs to come more.”

She squeaks as I drop down to my knees. Shoving my shoulders between her thighs, I prop her up and start to feast. Her back squeaks against the windows when she writhes. Ara’s hot under my touch, her skin damp, and there’s a lot of paint on her. I make her come three more times before I pull back.

Her eyes are glassy, lids at half-mast.

“So damn beautiful.” I go back for more. She can’t get away from me in this position. I have her pinned to the window. My knees dig into the floor as I suck her clit. My zipper is cutting into my rock-hard dick.

“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck me over there.”

I look behind me and see she’s dumped paint all over the floor.

Setting her down, I strip out of my clothes and pick her up again. I hate not having in her my arms. “Messy, dirty, beautiful girl.”

“I’m such a slut for you,” she says in a little voice.

“Yeah, you are.” I lay her down in the paint. It’s not so much that it’s a puddle, but there’s plenty for me to drag my fingers through and gather enough to smear on her thighs. I write on her: M-I-N-E.

She writes the same across my chest.

Our kisses are frantic when I drive my ready, eager cock inside her. Hooking her legs around my elbows, I lift her up for deeper penetration. She claws the floorboards and cries out.

“No screaming,” I growl. “Your noises are only for me.”

I dive into her as deep as I can. She lets out another scream.

And has the nerve to laugh about it.

“One.” I love her. I love her. I love her. If she’s going to be noisy just for spanks, then I’ll make it so she can’t draw air. I fuck her harder, mercilessly.

My plan is a big fat failure when she screams my name so loud her voice cracks. Her inner walls clamp down on my dick and I can’t stop staring at all her cream covering the base of my cock. That, along with the paint… it’s like Ara’s put her stamp on me.

I fucking love it.

I’m getting it inked on me permanently as soon as possible.

My hips are pistons as I chase my release, giving her another climax while I’m at it. My balls tighten, heat spills down my spine, and I roar. I unload so much inside her that it feels endless. My teeth clack when I tense up, another wave of pleasure crashing into me almost immediately. I can’t stop fucking her. I don’t want to.

“Can’t get enough of you.” I yank her up so she’s straddling me.

My girl’s expression nearly blows me over. She’s wild and excited and I wish I could capture it with a camera to keep it forever. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I bite her shoulder. Her pussy clenches around my dick and I see stars.

We’re like two explosions detonating at the same time.

My heart’s pounding and there’s a ringing in my ears.

“You’re a mess,” she says, once she finally climbs off me. I watch her stumble over to a stack of bar towels by her jars of paint brushes. She comes back over with one of the cloths.

I stop her before she can wipe the paint off. “Wait.”

I get up and dig my phone out of my pants pocket and snap a picture of my inner thigh. Then I take a bunch of her. “It’s just your face,” I say fast. Not that I wouldn’t mind nudes of her, but I wouldn’t take any of those without permission first. “See?” I show her.

“I trust you.”

“Can I have one of you naked?”

She thinks about it for all of two seconds. “Yes.”

I don’t snap the photo. Instead, I toss my cell back over to my pile of clothes.

“I thought you were going to take a pic of me?”

“I will. One day.”

She laughs. “You know I have that painting of me nude, right? I don’t mind showing off my body for art.”

“Yeah, well, this is for my spank bank. Not sure that’s considered art.”

Ara’s laugh slays me. I swear it’s the best sound in the whole wide world.

“So.” I rub the back of my neck. “What have you been working on?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Ohhh a secret project?”

She saunters over with this wicked little glint in her eyes. “Yyyyup.” She pops the p in her answer. “Wanna spank me for not telling you?”

Nope. I want to kiss her again. Which is exactly what I do.

“You really never do get soft, do you?”

I shake my head slowly. “Not since you came into my life.”

“This might make grocery shopping awkward.”

I glance around and see she’s got a half-empty bowl of Skittles on a stool. I stroll over and pluck a red one out and pop it in my mouth. “Is this all you’ve had to eat today?”

“Mmmm. Yeah. I’m not too hungry.” Her stomach growls, saying otherwise. “Okay, so myself just called myself out.” She tosses her hands up. “Damnit.”

“You got lost in your artwork?”

“Immediately.”

That’s a good thing, right? Yes, for her mind. No, for her body. Maybe I should grab her something from the burger joint down the road. “If you’re on a roll, I can leave. I don’t want to derail you.”

“You can’t derail me, Glitch. Not this time.” She taps her temple. “This project is solid. I won’t lose it.”

“Should I…” I point to the door.

“Only if you’re taking me with you.” Ara grabs her clothes from the floor. “If I stay, I won’t leave, and I really should take a break. I want to paint this one carefully.”

“Stepping back is good. Gives you time to process.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m dying to know what it is.”

“RIP you, then.” She wiggles back into her clothes, and I’m forced to do the same. “I’m sorry,” she says, pointing at my now paint-stained t-shirt and jeans. “Your clothes are ruined.”

I pull my shirt back from my skin and frown down at it. It’s covered in paint only because I got dressed while I was still wet. And I hadn’t wiped much off with that towel she’d given me. “It’s an improvement.”

It’s a wreck. I love it.

Ara dumps her brushes into a jar and adjusts her messy bun. “What did you take a pic of your leg for?”

My grin goes a mile wide. “A secret project.”

She flips me the bird and saunters to the door. I follow her. Flick off the lights. Let her lock up.

“You ready to meet my family now?”

Ara frowns. “I wanted to shower and change first.”

“Nope. We’re going together, just like this.”