“I know where your mind is going, girl; keep it clean,” Morgan growled softly. “For now.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Sit facing the other way. I have all my stuff ready for you but I want to check out how my work looks on you since our last session.”
He straddled the chair but looked over his shoulder at her. “Didn’t you do that last night?”
“Shut up. We’re at work so now I’m doing it again.”
He turned back and she held back a sigh at his back. Damn the man had definition, plus her ink, hell yeah. He’d taken great care of her work—it helped that she’d been with him for all of it, caring for each inch of that magnificent back of his. She’d taught him how to use a spatula to get the hard to reach places with ointment if she couldn’t do it herself. An old trick, but hey, it worked. She liked it better, though, when she could soothe his aches herself.
Knowing the others would be watching her, she carefully traced over the edges of her last session, getting a feel for what she would be doing today. She forced herself not to sigh or spend too much time in one place. She wasn’t afraid she’d swoon all over him once she got started since the buzz of the needle helped her focus, but right then, she needed to clear her head.
“Okay, I’m going to work on finishing the outline on your back and do your arms. If we’re still feeling good pain-wise, then I will start on your coloring.” She tilted her head, her mind calculating every movement and arch of his back. “We should be able to get to some of the coloring done since your skin takes ink so well and you don’t move.” Having to stop over and over when her client flinched or got restless made for a long night, but Morgan was a trooper. Plus, she was planning on rewarding him for his efforts later.
He looked over his shoulder at her again and smiled. Damn, her heart thumped. He had to quit looking at her like that or she was going to fall for him. She couldn’t afford to do that, not when she wasn’t sure what he really wanted when it came to them. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what she wanted either. It was a recipe for disaster if she didn’t hold back.
Morgan’s smile slid off his face. “What’s wrong, Callie?”
She shook her head, putting on a bright smile. “Nothing. I’m just thinking about where I’m going to start,” she lied. No use worrying him and end up scaring him away. “Ready?”
He nodded, his brows low, then turned.
She let out a sigh and got to work. After she cleaned his skin, she let the buzz of the needle soothe her worries. Morgan never moved or grunted, even as she worked the delicate parts of his arm and near his wrists. After two hours of bending over his back, working on the intricate feathers of the phoenix’s wings, she sat up and got him something to drink from the fridge. Knowing her man, he probably could have gone longer without a break, but she didn’t need to push either of them.
He smiled at her when she gave him his juice and she had to hold back from kissing him. When the needle had been moving, it was easy to turn off the emotion and act professional, but as soon as she looked into his eyes, the emotions flared again. Thankfully, he didn’t speak, but held out his free hand and gripped hers.
“Ready to go again?”
“Yep. Afterwards, you want to eat at my place and stay the night?”
She bit her lip and nodded. She wanted that more than anything, but she wasn’t about to act needy. Damn it, what was wrong with her? This wasn’t like her and she didn’t like what the insecurities were doing to her.
“Let’s do a couple more hours and finish up your arms. After that we’ll see where you’re at and try and get some coloring in. If we don’t end up doing that tonight, it’s no big deal. We have a couple more sessions ahead of us anyway.”
“We need to stop by your place for clothes?” he asked, then drained his juice.
“No, I have a bag in my car.” She winced. “I keep it in there just in case. It wasn’t like I was presuming.”
Morgan cupped her face and she told herself not to pull back. “Hey, don’t worry. I like that you have your things ready.” He grinned. “I have a bag too, just in case you wanted me at your place. It’s easier than tip toeing, baby.”
She sighed then straightened. “Good. Now let’s get to work on your other arm. You’ll tell me if you’re in too much pain right?” She glared at him. “Don’t act all macho if you need a break.”
He snorted then pointed to his back. “I’m good, baby. Beside, you know my body well enough that you’ll be able to tell if I’m in pain.”
That was true. She knew every single inch of him and enjoyed it all. The fact he knew that and knew her body just as well made it feel like it was okay that she wanted more.
At least she hoped so.
By the time they finished up their part of the night, another three hours had passed and she was ready for a break herself. Morgan was a trouper, but she knew he had reached his limit. She cleaned up his back and went over aftercare instructions again. It didn’t matter that they’d just done this and she would be going home with him to take care of him herself, she wouldn’t forget to explain what needed to be done to keep her work in top form.
They said their goodbyes to the rest of the crew at Montgomery Ink and headed out to their cars. Morgan walked her to her door, leaning down to kiss her softly.
“See you at my place?” he asked, a promise in his eyes that left her breathless.
“Yes, but are you sure you’re up for…gymnastics?”
He grinned, cupped her chin. “I’ll be on top this time, then.”
“Aren’t you usually on top?” she teased, loving the touch of his skin on hers.
“You like it, girl. You want me to pick up something for dinner? Or scrounge around in the fridge?”
“We have leftovers in your fridge from the café I took you to, so we can just munch on that.” They’d gone to a hippie café that she loved for organic sandwiches and the best soup she’d ever tasted. Morgan had fit right in though he probably made in a week what some of the people there made in a year. He hadn’t looked down at the clientele or the worn tables and chairs. It made her want him even more. Yes, he’d taken her to a fancy French restaurant—complete with table linens and no prices on the menu—but she hadn’t felt uncomfortable. In fact, just being with him made her feel better. If people looked at them like being with him was an issue, she hadn’t noticed it—although she hadn’t seen anyone from the gala there, including his mother and that blonde waif—so it could have been a fluke. Either way, they were both showing where they’d come from and how easily the other could fit in when it came to dating. It meant something and she wasn’t going to take anything for granted.
“Sounds like a plan. I might have to go back soon for more of their soup.” He traced her jaw and she shivered.
“I’ll take you,” she said back then pulled away. “Now, drive safe and I will see you soon.”
He said goodbye with a kiss and she got in her car. He wouldn’t move until she was safely locked in her vehicle, so there was no use waiting to watch him walk away so she could get a good look at his ass. She’d do that once they got to his place. Twice.
By the time they made it to his place and finished eating, she had her shoes off and her feet tucked under her as she leaned into Morgan. She had to be careful since his arms and back were covered in new ink, but he must still have been on the adrenaline and endorphin high since he didn’t seem bothered.
“So, you said if I behaved at the shop, you’d be a very, very bad girl for me,” Morgan said softly and she shivered, her pussy tightening. She winced and he pulled away. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She wasn’t about to lie to him since that wasn’t how they worked, plus her aching for a different reason than the need to come didn’t sound like something she needed to deal with. “We’ve been having so much sex recently, I think my pussy needs a break.”
His eyes widened and he slid his hand down her back, over her ass, so he cupped her. She sucked in a breath as he pa
tted her softly. It didn’t hurt, but she was tender.
“Poor baby. I’ve been rough with you.”
She shook her head. “No, well, maybe, but I’ve liked it. You didn’t do anything I haven’t wanted and I want you more tonight.” She let out a breath and lowered her gaze. “So, maybe we can do something else tonight that doesn’t involve your dick in my cunt?”
He growled softly. “Those dirty words coming out of that sweet little mouth make me so fucking hard, Callie girl.” He tucked his other hand under her chin and forced her gaze to his. “We won’t make love tonight like we have been.”
Make love.
No, she wouldn’t think about that. Not when she was a mess as it was.
“I want to fuck your ass, Callie. What do you say? I know you like it when I play with that little hole and we’ve been preparing you with the different plugs. You think you’re ready?”
She licked her lips, her body tight and ready. “I want that.”
“Want what, Callie? Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Good girl.”
He kissed her then, softly at first, then ramping up until she moaned into him, his tongue fucking her mouth. She wanted to run her hands all over him but stopped herself before she hurt his new ink. Tonight would be hard not to go too fast, too rough, but she wanted him. Now.
Morgan pulled away. “Go to the bedroom, put on those fuck me shoes you left in my closet, and bend over the bed. You said you’ve been a bad girl so I’m going to ruck up that little pleated skirt of yours and spank you until your ass is bright red. Then I’m going to fill that little hole with my cock so I can fuck you hard. You ready, girl?”
Her nipples tightened and her pussy ached for him—even though he wouldn’t be filling her there that night.
“Callie?”
She sucked in a breath. “I’m ready.”
“Go to the bedroom. Be ready when I get there or I’ll have to punish you.”
She scurried away, her body shaking with excitement. They didn’t go kinky every night because neither of them needed it all the time, but when they did…dear God she loved it.
Once she got her shoes out of his closest—the fact that they were there in the first place was something she’d have to contemplate later—she wobbled to the bed and bent over. Damn. Was she supposed to keep her panties on or take them off? Knowing how her man liked her ready, she quickly shimmied out of them, aware that he could be in at any moment and if she wasn’t ready she’d be punished.
She shivered at the thought.
Oh yeah, she was demented, but she was his demented girl.
Bare and ready for him, she bent over the bed, placing her cheek on the mattress. She arched her back so her ass was up, her cheeks spread slightly.
She could only see part of the door out of the corner of her eye, so she closed them, knowing the anticipation would be worth it. She heard him shuffle inside and knew he’d made noise so he wouldn’t startle her.
God, she could love this man.
Stop it, Callie.
“Such a good girl,” Morgan whispered before running his hand down her back.
She shivered and wiggled her ass.
He slapped her bottom hard and she froze.
“Don’t move, little Callie. You’re mine to feast on, mine to play with. You don’t move until I tell you.”
She swallowed hard, but didn’t open her eyes. She would if he told her to but right now she wanted to feel everything, know he was there for her…would always be there for her.
He ran his hands down her legs, his fingers massaging her, leaving her aching. Her legs wobbled in her heels and he gripped her thighs.
“You look fucking hot in these heels baby, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You okay with them on while I take in my feel?”
She nodded.
He spanked her again.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Morgan. I’m okay. I like the way I look for you.”
“Good girl.”
He rucked up her skirt and the coolness of the room brushed the heat of her pussy.
“You took off your panties.”
“Was that okay?”
He cupped her and she gasped. “Better than okay. I didn’t tell you what to do and the fact you made yourself ready for me makes me happy, Callie.” His knuckle ran down her folds and she shivered. “I know you’re tender baby so I we’ll let this pretty pussy have a rest tonight. You okay with me sucking on your clit? I’ll be gentle but I want you to be able to come and we don’t know if you’ll come from me in your ass yet.”
“That sounds good,” she said on a breath.
“Good.”
He smacked her right cheek and she groaned. The sting ached something fierce, but then he’d blow on it or rub her softly so the pain fell into pleasure. He smacked her other side then repeated the process, never fully hitting the same spot twice. Her body arched, begging for more like the kinky girl she was.
“Come, Callie. Can you come with just my hand?”
She moaned and let the pain send her over the edge. Her body shook and she let out a breath as she came down. She wasn’t a pain slut or a full masochist, but the fact that Morgan wanted her to come sent her over the edge.
Apparently her addiction centered around the intense, sexy man behind her.
Perfect.
Morgan ran his hands over her back and ass, before he caressed her neck. He leaned over her and kissed her hard.
“Your ass is so fucking red, baby. I love the way you color. You ready for me to fuck you, baby girl?”
She nodded then licked her lips. “Yes, please. Please fill me.”
He grinned and then she reached out, gripping the part of his wrist she hadn’t tattooed yet.
“What is it, little Callie?”
“I want to taste you. Can I?” She loved giving him blowjobs because while she was the one who gave him pleasure, he was the one who controlled her. Damn, she loved it all.
He grinned, then stood up. “You want your mouth on my dick? Fuck yeah.” When he held out a hand, she put her in his and stood. “Let’s take off those shoes so you don’t hurt your ankles.”
“Won’t I be on my knees?”
“Cheeky. I like it. You want me naked while you blow me?”
“You want me to decide?”
He cupped her face and met her gaze. “I want you to have anything you want, Callie girl.”
She swallowed hard, her heart swelling. “Take off your clothes. I want to see your ink, and I want to have all of you in my mouth—or at least all I can fit.”
He nodded then, knelt at her feet. She sucked in a breath as he carefully took off her shoes, sliding his hands up her legs so he could cup her tender ass. He kissed her belly and stood again, stripping off his clothes.
When he finished, he stood there naked, peeks of his link coming over his arms since she hadn’t finished yet. His cock slapped his belly, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.
“You won’t be able to suck me down for too long, darling. I’m a little close to the trigger right now and I want to fill that pretty ass of yours.”
He held out a hand and she took it to steady herself as she knelt before him.
His hand tangled in her hair and she looked up at him. “You look so beautiful on your knees.”
“Brute,” she teased.
“Your brute.”
She warmed and licked the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
She smiled and licked him again, sucking on the tip of his cock before taking as much of him as she could. She hollowed out her cheeks as she pulled away then rolled his balls in her hands. His hand kept her head steady and she opened her mouth wider, letting him fuck her at his pace, loving the way he kept in control. Her gaze never left the starburst tattoo on his stomach because she could watch the way the thick muscles of his body worked as he strained for control.
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p; He pulled away and she whimpered. “Shirt off. Bra off. Then lay face down on the bed.” He kissed her hard. “You’re so good at that, baby, but I want to save myself for your ass.”
She smiled and did as she was told. He went to the nightstand drawer, covered his cock with a condom then started to lube himself up. Damn, but he was big. This was going to hurt, but she trusted him to make it good for the both of them.
“I’m going to put a pillow under your hips so I have a better angle. And as much I want to have you face me so I can see your face as you come, this will be better for you for the first time. Next time I’m in your ass, we’ll do it face-to-face. Okay?”
“Anything, Morgan. I trust you.”
His eyes brightened and he leaned down to kiss her. “You have no idea what it means to me to hear you say that.”
“Yes. I do.”
He let out a breath, kissed her again then climbed onto the bed behind her. He ran his hands up and down her ass, molding her cheeks in his large hands.
“You’re still so pink, Callie. Your pussy is glistening and ready. I won’t play with that tender area tonight, but I will be stroking your clit to make you come. I know I already said that, but I wanted to make sure you were still ready for it.”
She wiggled her ass, more than ready. “I am. Please, Morgan. Please fuck my ass.”
“As my girl wants.” He started to work on preparing her using one finger, then two, slowly lubing her up, playing with her puckered hole. Her muscles tightened, but his hand on her clit made her relax and let more of him in. By the time he had three fat fingers in her, she was panting.
“I think you’re ready for me, but let me know everything you’re feeling. Are you ready, Callie?”
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
The head of his cock pressed against her entrance and she forced herself not to tense up.
“Relax baby, and push out. It will make it easier.”
She did so and she felt him fill her. The pressure was so freaking much and she wanted to shout out, but instead she took a deep breath, letting Morgan’s soothing whispers and touches make it all better. When he was fully in her, he rested there for a moment, his fingers running over her swollen clit.
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