The Best Kind of Trouble
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She was lush there in his lap. The weight of her perfect against his cock. The heat of her pu**y teasing him.
“You have new tattoos.”
“You have nipple rings and more ink.”
“I want to see you.”
“Earn it.”
She pulled away enough to look into his face, a smile of challenge on her lips. He snatched a kiss, accepting her challenge. Eagerly.
He shimmied to the edge of the couch and stood, setting her down on her feet. “Now, stand there while I look at you awhile. Whet my appetite because I’m starving for you.”
“Mmm, that’s a good one.”
There was some of the woman he’d been with before in that moment. He liked it. Her ink was perfectly placed so no one would have been able to see it while she was clothed.
Starting at her right hip there was a spill of pink climbing roses. Unfurled as they flowed up her side and up her back. He circled her, taking it in. “This is gorgeous.”
“Thank you. I get a little more once a year.”
“You’d never know these were here when you’re dressed.” He pressed a kiss at the highest knot of blooms at her midback.
“That’s the point.”
He kissed his way across her shoulder until he’d come to face her again. “Is it?”
“The ink is for me. No one needs to know about it unless I want them to. I don’t need everyone to see it or know about it to enjoy it.”
He unmoored the top button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. Panties the same color pink as the roses on her body.
“I wanted to look at you the other night on my boat when we skinny-dipped, but I didn’t want to scare you away.”
He shoved her jeans down, and she stepped from them. Then she turned slowly, her ass tipped slightly toward him. She slid her fingertips over the red bows that were inked at the tops of her thighs. “I believe you were asking about these.” It wasn’t until she looked at him back over her shoulder that his control slipped. He dropped to his knees to get a better look.
He caressed up her legs to that spot where each bow lived. Gooseflesh rose, beading her skin as he breathed over it, and she squeaked prettily when he licked each one.
“You taste good.”
She moaned, fisting her hands at her sides.
He hooked his fingers at the sides of her underpants and pulled them down, spinning her once she’d stepped free to face him, gloriously naked.
“I’m naked, and you have your pants on still.” Her voice was breathy again, and it made him smile.
“I know. How f**king lucky am I?” He lifted enough to lick over the ink at her hip, his body warming when she held his head to her, her fingers cradling his skull.
“You could be even luckier if your pants were off.”
“That’ll come soon enough.” He licked her belly, circling her belly button. “First you need to come and then we’ll move to step two.” He stood and walked her back to the couch, a push to get her seated again. He put a pillow on the floor and knelt on it. “Don’t worry, the pillow can stay for when it’s your turn to be on your knees.”
Dear God, he was going to melt her. Her bones and muscles and skin were just going to drip into a puddle of wordless, turned-on goo at his feet.
He kissed the inside of each knee and then up her thighs, pushing them wide. She didn’t have time to worry or be embarrassed or hesitant. He moved quickly, licking through her until her breath came out as a stutter.
“You like that?” He spoke, his lips against her labia. Enough that she felt his smile, and it sent a shiver through her.
“What’s not to like?” she managed to say but felt like her tongue was three sizes too big for her mouth.
Maybe one of the reasons he was a lead singer was that he was really good with his mouth. Like stellar fantastic. He’d been good before, but clearly, he’d been practicing on a few women in the interim.
He teased her until her thigh muscles trembled. There was something so delicious about the way he held her thighs wide, the strength in his forearms as he held her open and down at the same time, the slight callus to his fingers—forbidden and dark and oh, so good.
He changed his pace. Slow, with licks with the flat of his tongue, fast, hard flicks with the tip of his tongue against her clit. He drove her to the edge, and then he pulled back over and over until she was a trembly, sweaty mess.
“If you don’t let me come, I’m going to take over and do it myself!”
He pulled back, nipping the inside of her thigh. “I’d love to see that. But right now, your orgasm is in my hands, and you’ll get it when I want you to have it.”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to muster up outrage, but it never came.
He waited, brow raised. “Nothing to say? Good.”
He bent and got back to work. But this time he didn’t tease her. He kept a relentless rhythm that sent her spiraling into climax so hard, she saw stars.
When she managed to open her eyes, she found him resting his chin on her thigh, smiling.
“Someone learned more than a few new chords out on the road.”
He burst out laughing.
“Just when I think I’ve got you figured out.”
He got to his knees, and his hands went to his top button on his jeans. She sighed happily. “Finally.”
“I’m sensing a theme here. You’re impatient when there’s something you want in view.”