by Penny Blush
She gasped arching off the bed when my fingers finally made contact with her clit. I went to back off, going back to teasing her but, my Baby Girl was having none of that. She slammed her hand down on top of mine applying more pressure. She dug her heel into my hip. Her fingers splayed between mine as she started rocking her hips, using our intertwined fingers to increase her pleasure.
“Keep talking,” she panted.
I let her keep control because it was fucking hot to watch her using my fingers to stimulate her tight little bundle of nerves.
“Memphis, tell me,” she groaned increasing the speed of her rocking hips.
“I want to suck your clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.”
She used our index fingers to rub either side of her clit, pinching it slightly.
“Oh God, Hedge, I want you so bad,” I growled out crushing her lips to mine kissing her with everything I had while our fingers kept working. “How wet are you, Baby? Show me.”
She pushed our hands down further, and I could feel just how wet she was. Hedge was getting off on this as much as I was. She was so slick that I would be able to sink right in, deep into her core.
I no longer gave a fuck about how much my jaw was hurting, I needed to kiss her, so I did. I tasted every inch of her mouth as she shifted our fingers to her entrance applying pressure to my index finger until it entered her. She gasped out as my finger slid inside her.
“Another,” she moaned pushing on my middle finger.
Her hips continued to rock as I slid another finger into her tight pussy. Her panting increasing as her pleasure built. She was getting close to orgasm.
“I need, I need, I need,” she panted and whimpered and moaned.
It was like her brain was short circuiting and she couldn’t find the words to express what she needed. I knew what she needed. I knew what I needed, and that was to take back control. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy making her groan. I captured her hand with mine and switched our positions, my hand on top of hers.
“Memphis,” she gasped as I used my fingers to push two of hers into her eager pussy. “Baby, I need… you inside me,” she panted out.
What my Baby Girl wants, my Baby Girl gets. I slid a finger in between hers watching as our fingers pumped in and out of her. She started moving her hips at a frantic pace.
“Memphis,” she hissed my name. “I need to cum. I need more.”
I slid another finger inside, her fingers were so slim, and delicate compared to mine, so it was like she had three of my fingers working her hot pussy. I curled my fingers just so and hit her g-spot, and she went off like a firework.
“Memphis!” she screamed as her orgasm shot through her. “Oh, fuck oooohhhh fuuuuucccckkkk!”
She withdrew her fingers as she trembled. I brought her fingers to my mouth licking them clean of her release. My fingers returned to work her some more.
I saw her eyes flare with heat and knew that she wanted more. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and pressed a hand to my shoulder making me roll over onto my back. She straddled my hips taking my aching cock in her hands stroking me up and down locking eyes with me.
“Baby, I need your cock,” she stated her voice husky from her recent orgasm. She ran the tip through her folds coating me with her desire.
“Then take it Baby Girl, it’s all yours.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said concern in her voice.
I was covered in bruises and moved like an old man. My ribs and jaw hurt like a son of a bitch, but I would suck it the hell up to have my woman ride me.
“The only way you could hurt me is if you deny my aching cock your pussy,” I huffed out.
Her hand continued stroking me, and I started counting back from one hundred in my head so that I wouldn't cum right then. Without breaking eye contact, she guided my tip to her entrance and slowly lowered herself down inch by agonizing inch until she had taken me root to tip.
“Oh, God, Baby Girl, don’t move,” I hissed out. I could feel her pulsing around me.
“I need to Baby, please. You feel so damn good. Just having you inside me has me so close, again,” Hedge moaned.
“Baby, if you move I am going to cum before I want to, it’s been too long since I’ve had you.” I groaned as she slowly rocked forward.
I held her hips firm to stop her from being able to move. Hedge didn't like it at all and took matters into her own hands. She leant back slightly, and I could see where we were joined. It was one of the hottest sights I have ever seen and then she started to tease me.
She slid one hand up to palm and squeezed her breast.
She tugged on her nipple while her other hand slid down her body and stroked where we were joined a few times before her fingers settled on her clit. My goddess pleasuring herself while my cock was buried deep inside her was the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. I lay there with my hands gripping her hips watching her work her fingers in faster harder circles. Her head tipped back. Her eyes closed lost to sensation.
“Memphis, please I need you. I need you to fuck me. I need to fuck you,” she was panting and whimpering and groaning, her fingers blurring across her clit.
I held her hips tight, not letting her move. I wanted her to cum like this, with my rock-hard cock impaling her as she got herself off. My abs and ribs were killing me, from clenching so hard for so long to stop myself from thrusting up into her and fucking her silly. If I died right now, I’d go out a happy man.
“Cum for me Baby Girl, I need you to cum,” I growled.
“Baby, please, I, I, I, I,” she muttered.
Her pussy was squeezing and clenching my cock so hard I was groaning. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Now!” I commanded growling, barely hanging on.
Hedge came hard screaming my name. As soon as I felt her orgasm hit, I released my death grip on her hips and thrust up hard. She gasped as my cock hit her deep.
“Hedge, ride me,” I demanded, thrusting up again.
My body was screaming, every single one of my injuries burning and making themselves known. It killed me that I needed Hedge to do all the work, but there was no way that my battered body would let me fuck her the way I wanted. Lost in her bliss Hedge took control riding my cock hard.
“Harder,” I growled, and she complied.
Falling forward, Hedge planted her hands the headboard rocking hard and fast. Her breasts swaying in my face. I thrust into her as hard as I could, my battered body quickly tiring. I needed her to cum again before I finally let myself go. I leant forward capturing her breast in my mouth. I sucked her hardened nipple, flicking the peak with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth and she shattered.
Again, my name tore from her lips in a strangled cry. As her orgasm hit and her pussy clamped down on my cock.
I finally relinquished control and exploded. I came hard as I thrust up spilling my release deep inside her. I don’t think I have ever cum that hard that long or that intensely in my life.
No longer able to hold herself up Hedge collapsed forward, smothering my face with her amazing breasts. Hey, if this was the end, what a way to go.
Gathering what little energy she had left she managed to roll off me, flopping onto her back.
“Baby, if you ever scare me like that again. I’ll kill you,” she muttered.
“I love you too.”
Chapter 6 Hedge
It had taken some time, but I had sorted out most of the operational issues with Barber Shop Ink and had it so that the shop was practically running itself. I needed something else to occupy my time when I wasn’t worrying after Memphis. I didn’t want to be more than a few feet from him
When Jax and I went to clean out the empty shop and move Memphis into my apartment, I got a good look at the space in the light of day. I always thought that the shop was on the small side and that the wall in between the two shops looked a little dodgy so I took it upon myself to investigate things.
It was something that
I could do from the shop or my apartment. I wasn’t about to leave Memphis alone not when he had been gravely injured and then had gotten an infection.
It was after one AM when we made our way downstairs to the shop. My anxiety level was high. I was more than a little worried that Memphis was going to be furious and think that I had overstepped my bounds as the manager of Barber Shop Ink, by proceeding before getting his permission. Barber Shop Ink and the vacant shop next door where actually, the same shop space. The one large shop had been split into two separate storefronts, with access created for the vacant shop by adding a door in the back.
The additional eighteen feet in width would widen the Barber Shop Ink floor space, opening it up making it lighter and brighter. After looking at the space, I realised all that would be required was some remodeling and for the false wall to be taken down and few cosmetic changes.
There was so much potential held within those additional eighteen feet of width that it could be a real game-changer for Memphis and the crew. With the wall removed, it would make the shop just over forty-two hundred square feet.
There would be plenty of space where I could use the barber chairs to provide hairdressing services, without taking away valuable space from the crew. So many clients come in for tattoo appointments that could use some beard-scaping or a haircut that I wouldn't have trouble filling the chair.
We could open the piercing room up allowing Cassidy and Davis more room to move. The rooms were currently the size of a small walk-in closet. At least once a day you could hear Davis swearing his head off because he had hit his elbow, knee, or head on something.
With more space and additional services, Barber Shop Ink, and therefore Memphis, would be making more money and hopefully bring his debt with Vex down quicker. He wouldn’t let me help any other way, and he was less than impressed with me that I had paid Vex five thousand dollars while he was unconscious.
I contacted Henry and asked him to come and have a look at the shop, go through my ideas and put together a scope of works to make the changes. The empty shop front wasn’t rented out. Not many people wanted an eighteen-foot wide shop space. As Memphis owned the building, he wasn’t losing any money by taking the space back.
The designs came back, and they were amazing. I showed them to Jaxon, and he gave his input and made a few changes that would make things easier for the artists and clients alike.
“I think this is an excellent idea Cuz, you just have to get him to agree to it,” Jax said.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just that this could help get Memphis out of this hole. I know he doesn’t want to involve anyone, but we are already involved.” I said pointing between the two of us. “He needs to accept the help that is offered to him. I don’t want either of us to have to go through what we did when I found him beaten within an inch of his life.”
My whole world stopped when I found him injured. The world could have gone up in flames, and I wouldn’t have cared, all that mattered was Memphis.
He has beaten and stabbed, and then he got an infection. But Memphis is tough, and he fought. He fought hard for two weeks, battling the infection.
Finally, he won, and he started getting better. Seeing him so sick had almost destroyed me.
If anything had happened to him … Just thinking about it made me shudder.
“If anyone can convince him Cuz, it would be you,” Jax said giving me a hug. “I’ll help out any way I can, and I’m sure the guys will as well. Just let us know what you need.”
Going up on my tiptoes I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Jax and I know I don’t say it enough, but I love you. Jax, you are an amazing friend and brother.”
I hugged him again because he’s just so damn huggable and he gives the best hugs. You know the kind of hugs that make you happy and feel cherished while letting you know without having to say a word that you are unconditionally loved – That was a Jaxon hug.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” he smiled back at me before returning to the plans. “I think I have an idea for the window signage. Did you have any plans?”
“No, not at all go for it,” I said, excited that he was into the shop revamp as much as I was.
“Awesome, I’ll draw a few things up and let you know.”
My office was quite literally a broom closet, with the tiniest workspace, but I made it work. If I had to do anything technical that required a lot of concentration I took my paperwork upstairs and would sit at the kitchen island bench and work in the sunlight, listening to music.
It wasn’t ideal so as part of the shop renovations I planned on making my office a little bigger and more functional. I lived above the shop that I managed but I wanted, keep home and work life separate. For my sanity and well-being, I needed to ensure that I maintained a work/life balance.
The remodel of the shop would help with that. There would be more money coming in, I wouldn’t have to take work home with me and Memphis could relax. The once we knocked off work for the day, Memphis and I left work behind concentrating on our life together.
Now, all I had to do was convince Memphis that reclaiming the empty shop front and renovating Barber Shop Ink was a good idea. I had the designs, profit projections, and reports. Outlining how far in advance appointments were being booked and how much business was being turned away because all the tattoo stations were in use even if not all the tattoo artists were working.
All five guys were tattoo artists, but the shop space could only accommodate three tattoo stations. The piercing/body mods room also doubled as the private tattoo room. It was an entirely ineffective way to work, and the extra space would make life easier for everyone. The shop was empty and quiet when we descended the stairs the only light was a blue hue coming from the sterilizer box that still held the combs’ and razors that had been Memphis Pop’s tools of the trade.
I loved that there were little mementos like that throughout the shop honoring its original incarnation as a barbershop. The remnants of the shop’s original personality were something that I was adamant about preserving when I discussed the design with Henry my contractor and Elizabeth my designer. I wanted it to feel like an updated version of Pop’s barber shop that would have the functional capabilities required to run a successful tattoo parlor.
“You know it’s going to take me a week to get back upstairs, don’t you?” Memphis said jokingly, easing himself into one of the barber chairs.
“I’ve got you, Baby,” I said ducking inside my office to grab the plans. “I’ll just walk behind you and push you up the stairs. It will give me an excuse to put my hands on that firm ass of yours,” I laughed.
“OR,” he said raising an eyebrow at me, “you could walk in front of me up the stairs, in those tiny shorts that are barely covering your ass. That will give me the incentive to make it to the top.”
“We’ll see what you can handle,” I said laughing again as I gave him a quick kiss.
It felt good to be laughing again after all the seriousness that we had been through.
“Now, let me show you what I had in mind,” I said nervously.
“Baby Girl, you know I can’t see things when you’re all the way over there,” Memphis said with false indignation.
I was quite literally standing right in front of him, but apparently, that was not close enough. He wanted me closer. Since finding out that he had been so sick and in and out of consciousness for two weeks Memphis has been trying to make up for lost time.
Always hugging, touching and kissing me at every opportunity. Was I going to complain? Hell no!
“Memphis, I’m standing right here, in front of you. Maybe I should get your glasses for you.”
He didn’t wear his glasses all the time, just when his eyes were getting tired. The man rocked the thick dark rim glasses, hard. Memphis looked so sexy in his glasses, in a nerdy, beardy, mountain man kind of way that made me want to lick him all over.
“You’re too far away,” he complained pulling me into his lap s
o that I was sitting on his knee, leaning against the least hurt side of his chest. “Much better,” he murmured kissing my cheek, his beard tickling my skin, sending a zing of awareness through me.
“Baby, are you sure I’m not hurting you?” I know he wanted me close, but he was still covered in bruises and continuing to heal from the beating and stab wounds.
“Shush woman, now show me,” he tilted his head towards the plans and my tablet I had in my hand.
I went through everything that Jaxon and I had discussed. Removing the wall, expanding the piercing rooms and my office.
I showed him the handwritten post-it notes stuck to the plans from the boy’s and Cassidy with their suggestions. That included making the kitchen bigger, recommendations on placement of cabinets in the piercing rooms so that they could be accessible to everyone and placement of the tattoo stations.
“Henry and his crew can do the work for us, and the boys have offered to help out where they can to keep costs down,” I explained and then tapped on my tablet to bring up the design for the window sign that Jax had sent to me. “Jaxon has offered to paint the shop window sign. Here is the design.”
One of Jaxon’s many talents sign writing, that’s where he started. His love of art had him painting shop fronts and murals on walls since before we finished school. His work is fantastic, and all hand painted, no sticker work for him. When Jaxon had done all, he thought he could with sign writing, he apprenticed with a friend of my brothers, learning how to tattoo and the rest is history.
Memphis was studying the design for the shop window. I loved it, and once again Jaxon had done a phenomenal job.
The design consisted of a skull with a sweeping-hipster style short back and sides with long fringe, an old-school moustache sitting above its skeletal teeth. The hipster-skull was wearing black thick-rimmed glasses with crossed tattoo machines under its chin that looked like a bow tie. The words Barber Shop Ink curved across the top.
“Jaxon said that you could change anything you want to on the logo or design and can pick whatever colors you like, as long as it’s not pink. So, what do you think?”
