The Club

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Chapter Ten

I was excited as I took the small walk from the station to Wyatt’s shop. He left yesterday morning but I still couldn’t wait to see him again. I was desperate to tell Candy about what me and Wyatt was up to but I didn’t want to jinx it. Not just yet. I stood in front of his shop, it was fancier than I expected. The front was white with spray paint images of the classic tattoos, a nearly naked woman and a skull. I took a deep breath in as I opened the door, the bell digging as I walked in.

“Hi, can I help?” The pretty, heavily tattooed woman behind the desk asked me. Inside the shop was bright, white and light blue walls with spray paint images all around.

“Hi, I’m here to see Wyatt.” I smiled at her.

“Great, Gabby yeah?” She gave me a small smirk. I chuckled, nodding.

“That’s me.”

“Come, he is just finishing his last appointment.” I followed her behind a blue curtain and I grinned like an idiot as I saw him. There was a line of four tattoo chairs on the right hand side of the large space. I loved how bright it was in here. I always imagined tattoo shops to be dark and unwelcoming. At the end of the room in front of me was two white doors, leading to who knows.

“W!” The woman shouted and Wyatt looked up, he grinned at me as he wrapped cling film around the arm of the buffest man I’ve ever seen.

“Thanks Luz, babe take a seat I’ll be two seconds.” I nodded, sitting on an empty tattoo chair.

“Thanks,” I smiled at Luz.

“No worries, I’m going home yeah?” She asked Wyatt.

“Yeah course. See you tomorrow,” he smiled at her and I watched her walk back behind the curtain.

“All done,” Wyatt stood up, shaking the man’s hand.

“Thanks man, I can’t fucking wait for it to be finished.” He walked towards the curtain, Wyatt next to him.

“Come and see me next week and that’s the last.” Wyatt spoke as he moved the curtain for the man. He turned back round to me and I grinned shyly at him.

“Hello,” I purred.

“Hey,” he whispered, grabbing my face and kissing my lips gently.

“You look nice.” I looked him up and down. He fucking did as well, he was wearing grey tracksuit bottoms, a tight long sleeved white t-shirt which annoyingly hid his tattoos and a grey cap on backwards.

“So do you.” He pulled me up, kissing my cheek. “What do you think?” He asked, looking around.

“It’s beautiful, I absolutely love it.” I smiled at him. “I thought it was going to be dark and scary.” I chuckled.

“Yeah I tried to make it the complete opposite. I know tattoo shops can be a bit intimidating if you aren’t full of them.” He grabbed a binder on the side and handed it to me. “Go on, choose one.” He grinned as I rolled my eyes. I flicked open the book to the most beautiful hand drawn images, all in pen.

“These are yours?” I asked him, looking up. He was cleaning his chair and the small stainless steel table next to it.

“Yeah, mostly doodles. If you want something particular I can draw it now.” I let out a sigh, god this man turned me on regardless what he was fucking doing. There was something about the way it was obvious he was an amazing artist that made my pussy twinge.

“I don’t want a tattoo.” I smiled at him.

“Oh boo,” he frowned. “You know what would look good.” He clicked his fingers and I put my hand on my hip. Wyatt grabbed the folder, flicking through the pages.

“This one.” He showed me the page, it was an image of what looked like a pearl necklace but longer, a diamond in the middle.

“Where?” I chuckled. Wyatt came closer to me, tracing underneath my breasts.

“Along here. That would look beautiful.” It wasn’t sexual and you could tell he was in a working zone but it made me jump. I looked down at the image again, it was beautiful.

“You’re tempted.” Wyatt raised his eyebrow at me.

“I am, but no thank you. What did you want to do tonight?” I asked him as he took back the folder.

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “We can go to dinner?” He looked at me and I nearly creamed my knickers. Yes fucking please.

“Sounds amazing.” I smiled at him.

“I was going to ask you.” His face changed and my stomach dropped.

“Yeah?” I moved closer.

“I’m talking to you more right?” He was deadly serious but it made me laugh, my hand on my chest.

“You are, yes. I’m proud of you.” I smiled at him, trying to fight down another laugh.

“I know you’re taking the piss but I’m actually going to take that. I was shitting myself all day.”

“Why?” I laughed. “We spent all Saturday night together.”

“Maybe you would change your mind?”

“Why on earth would I do that? We didn’t have fun Saturday?” I sat on a chair.

“Of course, I had a great time. I wasn’t sure if you did.” He looked shy again and I stood up, grabbing his face.

“Shut up.” He laughed at my words. “Just shut up. You can’t let that bitch rule your life you know.” I wiggled my eyebrow.

“Alright, noted.” He shook his head but he was smiling.

“You’re nervous?” I asked him.

“I’m always nervous around you,” he laughed but it was sad.

“How can I stop that though?” I asked him, my heart hurting for him.

“Nothing and it’s not up to you to fix me, is it?”

“Tell me what happened.” My voice was firm.

“Let’s go to dinner.” He grabbed my hand and I pulled him back. “Gabby, I don’t want to talk about it.” His shoulders dropped.

“Let me do what I know cheers you up.” I pulled him to his chair, dropping him onto it.

“No,” he got up. “Let me do you.” He spun me around, sitting me down on the chair. Wyatt threw my dress up to my waist, pulling my knickers down.

“You’re sure they are gone?” I laughed. Wyatt stood up, going past the curtain. I heard the front door lock, yeah good idea Wyatt. He came back, kneeling in front of me. I put my head back as he moved one of my legs to the arm of the chair, one of his hands went to my ankle, the other my hip and I giggled as his tongue touched my clit.

“Wyatt!” I squealed, my hand on the back of his head. “You don’t have to do this,” I purred but not particularly wanting him to stop. He moved away from me slightly and I felt his breath on me. “I’m sorry, I’m not being fair on you," he said before kissing my thigh and I sighed.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t be trying to force you to talk about something you don’t want to. I just get upset when you’re insecure because you have no reason to.” I told him exactly how I felt.

“You’re just way too good for me,” he chuckled, his tongue going back onto my clit. I pulled his head up in irritation, looking into his eyes.

“Let’s go to dinner.” My voice was firm.

“What? Why? Let me do this first.” He went to move his head back and I grabbed his chin.

“I don’t want you to,” I said bluntly. Wyatt stood up, confusion on his face.

“Oh, okay. Did I say something wrong?” His eyes looked heavy and I nearly cried for him.

“No and stop acting like that. There’s nothing fucking wrong with you.” I pulled up my knickers, standing as I fluffed my dress down. I was irritated, what had this bitch fucking done to him? It was proper pissing me off.

“Have I upset you?” He asked, his feet frozen.

“Yeah actually,” I sighed. “You’re sexy as fuck and an amazing guy and I hate when you act like this or put yourself down it’s boring.”

“Boring?” He sounded annoyed. “Sorry Gabby, my trauma is boring to you.”

“Fuck off I’m not the bad guy!” I shouted, my arms up. “I didn’t mean boring. Sorry it came out wrong.” I stared into his face, fuck I wanted to make him feel better, not worse. “Believe it or not I’m trying to make you feel better. I’m not her, whatever she did to you. If you would prefer to only see me Friday and Saturday nights when you can talk then fine.” I shrugged.

“You’re being out of order,” he said bluntly and my heart dropped.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not great at this either!” I shouted. “I want you to know how great you are, that’s the bottom line.” My shoulders dropped. Wyatt smiled and I let out a breath of relief.

“I can’t help it Gabby. If I could, I would stop. It’s a habit of nearly ten years I can’t get rid of. I want to, I promise you I want to.” He put his head back, taking a deep breath. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re beautiful and funny and completely in tune with your own body which is sexy as hell.” I felt a tear behind my eye, it had been a while since someone had said such sweet things to me too. “Our sex is amazing in a sex club surrounding by fucking strangers and it’s amazing when it’s just us, in your house.” His face was screwed up and he ran his hand down his face.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I moved closer to him.

“No, I’m sorry. I get your frustration, I’ll get there and I’ll talk to you. I promise.” I nodded, running my hand down his chest. My heart was hurting for him and I didn’t know how to help. I usually made people feel good by sex but I wanted to do something more for him, not for him to feel good for an hour, to feel good forever. I put my hand on his neck, kissing his chest through his t-shirt. I looked up at him, really hoping he would get my hint for a kiss. He did and I shut my eyes as his lips slammed into mine, my mouth being forced open. I dragged him by his t-shirt, his lips still on mine, towards the chair. Wyatt’s hands were all over me, hiking my dress up and pushing my knickers down as far as they would go. I could hardly breathe and I pushed him down on the chair, pulling his tracksuit bottoms and boxers to his knees. I stepped out of my knickers, straddling him.

“Are you sure Gabby?” Wyatt asked me, his breathing heavy. I nodded, grabbing his shaft and slowly lowering myself onto him.

“Shit!” I growled, through gritted teeth, I probably wasn’t wet enough for this and I felt a sting of pain.

“You okay?” He asked me, his face concerned.

“Yeah, sorry.” I kissed his cheek, slowly bouncing up and down on him. My head was in his neck and I kissed him gently, his hands running up and down my back. My hand was on the side of his neck as I got quicker. Wyatt slammed his hips up, our bodies smashing together. I let out a groan in his ear, his arms wrapping around my lower back, they were tight and I closed my eyes as his head went back. I was definitely now wet enough and his dick throbbed inside of me, making me giggle in his ear.

“Your dick is perfect,” I whispered in his ear. “I can’t get enough of you.” I licked his neck after I spoke.

“Arghh Gabby, shit.” He groaned, making me quicken my pace. I lent back, rolling my hips towards his. Wyatt looked up, a wicked grin on his face.

“You’re fucking me like the first time.” He bit his bottom lip.

“I know you love it.” I kissed his jaw. His hands went to my hips, helping me ride him. Every hair on my body stood on end as I slid his dick into me, my hands on his face. “Wyatt!” I cried.

“You’re fucking perfect baby, give me your perfect pussy.” I moaned super fucking loud as I grabbed his t-shirt, my fingers digging into my palm. My pussy was tensing and my mouth flew open as my orgasm arrived.

“Oh my god!” I screamed, my head going back. My whole body tensed, my legs shaking and weak around him. “Wyatt I can’t!” I cried.

“You can’t what?” He chuckled.

“I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” My head was still back and as his hand went around my throat a bomb went off inside me, grinding on him hard. “Baby!” I shouted, my head going back down.

“There you go,” he whispered, his hand coming loose from my throat. I kissed his jaw roughly, pushing his head back. He took control, slamming his hips up quickly. His moans were filling the room and I was close to exploding again.

“Gabby,” he moaned, his hand grabbing my face. I loved it when he did that and I watched him cum underneath me, staring at his beautiful face. “Baby, fuck.” His eyes shut as his body shuddered, his dick pulsing. I stopped as he opened his eyes, staring into my soul.

“Bathrooms there.” He pointed to one of the doors. “Let’s get some food.” He smiled at me.

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