by Nikki Ashton
“Is he always like that?” I asked Dex, snuggling against him in the back of the taxi. “Trying to get women into bed, married or not.”
“Pretty much. I think he has some short circuit of the brain when he sees a female over the age of twenty-five.”
“Well, he’s confident, I’ll give him that,” I replied with a little yawn.
“You tired, Katie Cat?” Dex asked trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
I giggled. “No, not at all.”
I felt rather than heard his sigh of relief and it was so cute I wanted to snuggle up closer to him.
“Tell me about Isaac then,” I said. “How’s he doing? All I can get out of him is ‘it’s sick Mum’.”
“Real good actually.” Dex kissed the top of my head as he ran his fingers up and down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “Everyone loves his designs, he’s getting a handle on the consultations and he actually tried some inking yesterday.”
“Really?” I gasped. “Oh my God that’s fantastic. Who did he do it on?”
I couldn’t believe anyone would trust him to ink them for his first time using a tattoo gun.
Dex let out a deep chuckle. “No one darlin’. He won’t be inking real skin for at least a year, he’s got a lot to learn before that. I wouldn’t normally let an apprentice pick up a machine for three or four months but I had some spare time, so thought I’d spend it with Isaac. Plus my butcher friend brought me some fresh pig skin around, so it was an ideal opportunity.”
I reared back and grimaced at Dex. “Pig skin?”
“Yep, that’s what he’ll be practicing on.”
“That’s gross.”
“Closest thing to human skin so it’s good for us to try new designs on too. What looks good on paper doesn’t always look as good on skin.”
“So how did he do?” I asked, trying not to think of the pig skin.
“Okay. He went a little too deep and he’s gonna need to practice his line drawing a helluva lot, but he did okay for a first attempt.”
“Will he be practicing on pig skin a lot?” I asked, wondering whether I was going to have to hose him down of the pig smell before he even entered the house in future.
“Nope, that was a one off. He’s gonna have to practice line drawing more, get to know about the equipment, learn about health and safety, how to clean his equipment, and a load of other stuff. I won’t be pushing him, he’ll take it at a steady pace and maybe in six months or so, he can start doing some basic tattoos. He’ll use stencils for a while and then when I’m happy with him, he can try some freehand.”
“Wow that sounds like a long process.”
“Yep, it is,” Dex replied. “But he’s talented, so I’m guessing we may have a good tattoo artist on our hands within three years. Sooner if he puts the effort in.”
“I think he will,” I said with a huge smile. “I’ve never seen him so excited.”
“He tell you he’s getting his first tattoo next week?”
I nodded. “And that the great Dex Michaels is doing it for him.”
“Sure am.” And even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was smiling. “One of his own designs.”
I wrapped my arm tighter around his waist and squeezed it. “Thank you, Dex.”
“My pleasure Katie Cat. Now,” he said, his mouth to my ear, “you absolutely sure you’re not tired, because we’re pulling onto your street.”
Dex kissed down my neck, with one hand threaded through my hair, pushing his hard dick against me. I felt so alive and desired as he whispered into my ear.
“You are so damn sexy and you have no idea.”
“You make me feel sexy,” I whispered, arching my back, trying to gain some relief for my aching nipples.
Once we’d got into the house, we’d wasted no time in getting upstairs to my bedroom and Dex was on me the minute we walked through the door. His kisses and caresses were so mind blowing, I didn’t even stress about the wet towel and discarded pair of leggings on the floor.
When he pushed me against the wall, it was like an out of body experience. This wasn’t happening to me, I was now the heroine in one of the sexy books that Belinda never let us read at Book Club. But when his hand found its way up my skirt, and his cool skin met mine, I knew it was all very real and I bloody loved it.
“I really need to fuck you darlin’,” Dex rasped, his accent getting broader. “This hard on I’ve been sportin’ for weeks is in danger of snappin’ off.”
I started to giggle as his hand slipped from my bum to the hem of my skirt.
“That ain’t the reaction I was lookin’ for Katie Cat.”
I felt him smile against my hot skin as his teeth nipped me.
“Thought you might swoon instead.”
“Oh God,” I gasped, as a finger edged up to the elastic of my knickers. “I’m swooning, don’t you worry.”
“Good to know. Now get those damn clothes off, if you don’t want me to rip them.”
Dex stood back and taking the hem of my shirt, lifted it up over my head before throwing it on the floor. As I stood in my bra and skirt, he pulled off his own top.
I’d seen his body before – the day he’d shown the boys his tattoos and when we’d messed around like teenagers, but now, in a room full of sexual tension, knowing what was about to happen, it looked even more magnificent. I reached out a hand to touch him, but before I could, he pulled me toward him by the belt loops on my skirt.
“This next,” he said, looking at me hungrily.
Once my skirt went so did his jeans, leaving him gloriously naked; this man was definitely against wearing underwear. His smooth, long dick stood to attention and was almost pointing at me, like an arrow that said ‘Pleasure this way’.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, brushing hair from my face with his index finger. “I think you may just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Heat flamed my cheeks as I lifted my hands to cover my chest and the ancient serviceable black bra I was wearing. God, I wished I’d had an inkling that tonight was going to be the night, I’d have worn the new undies that Mandy had given to me.
Dex took hold of both my hands and pulled them away from my body. “Never hide yourself from me Katie Cat,” he said in a low, caressing voice.
“It’s been a long time and I’m wearing this hideous underwear that doesn’t even match.” I glanced down at my pink and yellow striped knickers.
“They ain’t stayin’ on for long, so don’t worry your head about them.” He smiled softly. “I only see you anyways.”
I sighed and felt the emotion rise in my chest. This man had made me feel more special in a couple of sentences than I had felt in years.
“I haven’t done this for ages, Dex.”
I swallowed and chewed on the inside of my cheek. I didn’t remember feeling this nervous my first time. I could recall the excitement, but the hammering heart and sweaty palms hadn’t really figured on that occasion.
“I know, darlin,” he said softly. Lifting my hand, Dex kissed it and then held it against his heart “Feel how that’s pumping so damn fast?”
I nodded. It really was, almost as rapidly as my own.
“That’s because this is important to me. You’re important to me and I wanna do this right darlin’. For you and for us.”
As I drew in a shaky breath, Dex’s arms went around my back and unclipped my bra. As my heavy, child-ravaged boobs fell against his chest, Dex groaned, and I felt his hard on bob against my stomach. I could feel he was turned on, but how I’d managed to do it was beyond me.
As he took a step back to look at me, I felt all my insecurities rushing to the forefront of my brain, as I laced one arm over my boobs and one over my stomach.
“Can we just get under the covers?” I asked, turning away from him.
“Don’t,” Dex said, placing a warm hand on my shoulder and pulling me back toward him. “Haven’t I just said, don’t ever hide yo
urself from me.”
My throat felt scratchy as I tried to beat back the emotion, but I was too scared and felt too vulnerable standing there in only my knickers.
“I don’t know why you’d want this with me,” I whispered. “You could have anyone.”
“I doubt that darlin’, besides which,” he replied, caressing my neck. “I want you.”
He looked as though he wanted me. His hard on was big and proud and there was a hunger in his eyes that I hadn’t seen, for me, for a long time. But when I looked at strong arms, a taught stomach and rippling abs, and compared his hard body to my soft and squidgy around the edges one, I had to wonder why he was here. Why was he standing in front of me looking desperate to get me on the bed and shag me into oblivion?
“You,” Dex said, taking hold of the arm wrapped across my stomach, “are so fucking beautiful. You’re a real woman, Katie. A real woman with a great heart, a gorgeous, addictive laugh, and the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. You have no idea how damn sexy you are, and in the odd times when you get it and see yourself how I see you, that confidence just notches that sexiness up like you wouldn’t believe.”
Leaning into me, Dex kissed the end of my nose and ran a hand through my hair.
“If you don’t want this, we can wait,” he whispered. “I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.”
God, if he ever gave up the tattoo business, Dex really needed to consider becoming a motivational speaker, that or a sex guru, teaching men how to seduce their women with words.
“Dex,” I whispered, dropping the arm across my boobs. “Please just get me on that bed before I either explode or chicken out and regret it for the rest of my life. But one thing you need to know.”
“What’s that?” he asked, a smile touching his lips.
“I’ve had three kids.” I glanced down. “It may not be as pretty as some you’re used to.”
Dex scrubbed a hand down his face and shook his head and then, before I knew what was happening, I was being lifted and thrown onto the bed, landing with a fit of giggles.
“I’ve decided,” Dex said, as he hovered over me, “we ain’t doing this all serious. Your first time with me is gonna be fun.”
“It is?” I asked, lifting my bum as he pulled down my knickers.
“Yep Katie Cat, it is.” He paused to throw them to one side. “But, every time after that is going to be hot, hard, and damn serious.
He leaned in to take my mouth with his, kissing me until I was gasping for breath.
***
“On your hands and knees,” Dex growled having just brought me to orgasm with his mouth. “I wanna see that amazing ass of yours when I get inside you.”
“Ooh,” I gasped. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that, Dex. Maybe we should lead up to it.”
Dex started to laugh, resting his forehead against my belly. “No darlin’. I’m not one of those guys. Your ass is exactly that; yours. That pretty pussy, now that does belong to me.”
With his dirty words, I felt myself getting wetter, even though I didn’t think it possible. Dex’s mouth certainly did the trick though – in more ways than his tongue making me scream for Jesus.
“Whatever you say.” I scooted onto all fours, pushing my bum into the air and giving it a little wiggle.
I had no idea where flirty, sexy Katie had come from, but I bloody well loved it and I was pretty sure Dex did too, especially as he slapped my bum and groaned.
“Fucking amazing,” he muttered and slid his hand in between my legs.
“Oh my God,” I cried as his fingers pushed inside me and stroked at my wall.
“You like that, eh?”
“Oh my God,” I repeated in answer to his question.
As Dex’s other hand smoothed down my spine, I felt the bed shift and a coolness, as Dex’s body moved away from mine. We’d already had the ‘condom talk’ in between his tongue being busy doing other things, and we’d agreed they weren’t necessary. Dex said he was clean – ‘Ain’t ever gone bareback before, darlin’ and always get tested ‘cause of the business I’m in,’ he’d drawled, and as I was well into my menopause, there was no danger of any mini Dex’s making an appearance, so bareback it was. Which was why I was concerned that when I looked over my shoulder, Dex was getting off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I almost screeched.
He chuckled and gently rubbed my arse cheek. “Just getting a better angle. Now move back a little toward me darlin’.”
I did as I was told and waited, holding my breath as I felt him move up behind me.
“Damn perfect,” his rough voice replied.
Feeling the head of his dick push against me, I rounded my back, but as soon as I did I felt his dick push against my bum crack.
“Ooh, that’s my bum,” I cried.
Dex groaned and slapped my right bum cheek this time, “You’ll be the fucking death of me Katie Cat. Arch your back for me and spread those legs a little more.”
I followed his instruction and gasped as he pushed inside of me. Not really wanting to think about even a hair on Carl’s head at that point, I couldn’t help but not. As Dex’s dick hit the perfect spot, I knew that this was how it was supposed to be. With each thrust my pleasure built, with each thrust I wanted more. This wasn’t Carl telling me to get onto my back because he couldn’t get his rhythm, or because he kept coming out, or worse because my ‘stupid fanny makes ridiculous noises in that position’. This was amazing. This was Dex schooling me on sex – doggy style.
“Fuuuck,” Dex groaned. “This feels incredible.”
It did feel incredible. I felt incredible and I felt sexy and desirable, and it was down to this man and his beautifully talented dick.
Dex kissed my back and as he pulled out and thrust into me once more, I let out a groan of pleasure.
“I feel so full,” I cried. “So good.”
“I know darlin’, I know.”
Dex’s voice sounded strained as he continued to pump inside me, making me quicken the pace of my own thrusting. Wanting everything that he could give to me, I looked down and…groaned.
“Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” Dex paused, his hand caressing my shoulder tenderly. “Am I hurtin’ you?”
“No, no,” I gasped, missing his movement inside me. “I can see my belly wobbling from this angle. It’s bloody hideous. I need to start doing sit ups or something. Maybe increase my days at the gym.”
Dex burst out a laugh and then started his thrusting again, but this time quicker and with more force.
“You don’t need to increase your gym times,” he grunted. “Or do any fucking stomach exercises, you’re fine as you are. But.” He paused to let out another groan. “Give it a few weeks of me fucking you every day and you’ll be in the best shape you’ve ever been in.” He pumped again, even harder.
“Oh my God, that’s amazing.”
“Yeah I know.” He slapped my arse. “Now on your back darlin’.”
My joy turned to dread at his words. Maybe it had always been my fault.
“W-why?” I stammered. “Is it not good for you this way?”
“Fuck yes,” he said, pulling out of me. “It’s too fucking good. I don’t want to cum yet, but I do want to see that wondrous look on your face again, when you do. Prettiest sight I ever did see.”
Joy back with me, I did as I was told and got on my back and had the best, most explosive orgasm I could ever remember – all the time being watched adoringly by Dex, who soon followed me over the edge.
“Dex,” I murmured as we both lay on our backs, breathing heavily.
“Yeah?” he gasped, linking his fingers with mine.
“Do you think you could sleep in the wet patch?”
Dex
I stirred awake as something landed on me; something heavy. Wondering whether Katie had a dog or cat I didn’t know about, I opened my eyes and realized it was Katie’s half of the duvet. Lifting my head, I could see she was stretched o
ut, her hands above her head and one leg bent at the knee, foot on the mattress.
“You okay, Katie Cat?” I whispered into the half-light of the early morning.
“Hot,” she muttered in an agitated voice.
I reached a hand out to touch her arm, to find it was clammy and damp with sweat.
“You need me to get you some water?”
“I’m fine, thank you though.” She turned to face me and I could see her hair was also wet with perspiration. “I’m sorry I disturbed you.”
“Hey, don’t be sorry.” I brushed her damp hair from her forehead. “You’re real sweaty aren’t you?”
“Oh thanks, Dex,” she grumbled, poking me in the chest. “As if I didn’t know with the rivers of Babylon flowing in my cleavage.”
I glanced down at her tits and grinned. They were full, womanly, pushed together and looked amazing.
“I take it they’re a little sweaty too.” I nodded at her chest.
“Yep, there’s a river running between my Babylon’s hence the reference to the shit nineteen seventies pop tune.”
I shook my head. “Nope, no idea darlin’.”
“It doesn’t matter, all that does matter is that I’m hot and sticky and I’ve woken you up.”
“Told you it’s not a problem. Did you get any sleep?”
Katie nodded and then puckered her lips and kissed me. “Yes, thank you. You tired me out.”
I thought about the sex we’d had and felt the need to have her all over again. She’d been a little cautious to start with, unsure of herself and of what she wanted, but she soon let herself go and after I’d given her two orgasms, she returned the favor. It was obvious she was out of practice with giving blow jobs – apparently Carl wasn’t a fan – but that damn t-shirt of hers proved one thing; no way did she have loose lips. It may have been a little clumsy and she scraped my dick with her teeth for one painful moment, but all in all she blew me real good – I saw stars anyway.
“I’m sorry if I was a bit rusty,” she said, my face evidently giving away what I’d been thinking about.
“Nope, no way. Do not put yourself down like that. You were unbelievable. The sex was amazing and the BJ, well after a shaky start, it was fucking awesome.”
