Beneath This Ink

by Meghan March

  “You’ve got my dick in your mouth, princess. I don’t have a problem with any-damn-thing.”

  Speaking of his dick in my mouth, I swallowed it down again. It became my personal mission: I was going to deep throat this man. My gag reflex would have to submit.

  “Whoa, baby.” Rubbing his thumb along my cheek, he added, “You don’t have anything to prove.”

  I always have something to prove. My eyes must have telegraphed my thoughts, because he smiled. “Type A. Goal-oriented.” He shook his head. “I should know better than to try to slow you down.”

  He stepped back, pulling his thick cock from my mouth inch by inch. The head slipped through my lips with a pop.

  “What are you—?”

  Con reached down and lifted me to my feet.

  Sometime during my drop to my knees and my enthusiastic blowjob, the drawstring of the scrubs had come undone. And as I stood, they slid down my legs and landed in a heap on the floor.

  I backed up, the cool tile meeting my shoulder blades. I stood just close enough to the wall to be out of the spray. Con moved closer, his chest pressing against mine. It was like hiding beneath a waterfall. My nipples puckered against his skin.

  Con’s hands slicked down my arms until they found my fingers. Pulling my wrists above my head, he pinned them against the wall. He reached up and batted the showerhead above me out of the way, and the spray changed directions. Stepping back a foot, he surveyed me.

  Except for my thin lace underwear, which revealed more than it covered, I was stripped bare.

  And so was he.

  Instead of giving in to my insecurities about my body, I got distracted by his.

  Jesus. The man was a living, breathing work of art.

  If my panties weren’t already soaked, they would be now.

  I wondered for a moment if he considered my uninked skin boring. But the expression on his face—the way his eyes devoured me—it didn’t appear to bore him in the least.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. I shouldn’t even be allowed to put my hands on you.” His chest rose and fell with a rough breath. “Tell me to walk away. Tell me not to touch you. Tell me—”

  I tugged at his hold on my wrists, wanting to cover his mouth with my hand. Wanting to silence his words. But his grip was too strong. He was too strong. “Don’t make me tell you to shut up again.”

  The intensity in his gaze sharpened. “You shouldn’t let me have you.”

  “Why? Why would you even say that?”

  “Because once I have you—and remember every goddamn detail—I can’t promise I’ll let you go. And you need me to let you go. I need to be able to let you go.”

  I didn’t want to think about what his words might mean—because they didn’t matter. All that mattered was right now. And I needed him to touch me.

  “Are you really saying you’d rather I tell you to back off and walk away?”

  “If I were a better man…that’s exactly what I’d do.”

  “I don’t want a better man. I want just you. Right here, right now.”

  “Then so be it.”

  Con’s dark blue eyes flashed, and his nostrils flared as he released my wrists. I thought he would pounce on me. Pin me to the wall. Fuck me until I couldn’t walk.

  But he stepped away, exiting the shower.

  What the hell?

  “Fuck. Need a condom.” Con’s grunted words were accompanied by slamming drawers. “Shit.”

  A moment later he was back. Shaking his head, Con said, “You will never know how goddamn sorry I am that I’ve never brought a woman here.” He paused. “Shit. That came out wrong. I mean. Fuck. I just…I don’t have any protection. Don’t fucking keep it in my wallet anymore. Or in the saddlebags of my bike.”

  “You’ve got to be joking.”

  “Sorry, babe. I’m not.”

  I covered my face with both hands. Screw it. “Are you clean? I mean, have you been…”

  “Tested? Yeah. And I’m clean.”

  “Well, so am I.”

  “You seriously saying you want to go bare? Because I gotta be honest, I’m not sure I’m okay with that.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable.

  “Are you kidding me?” The incredulity in my tone could absolutely not be missed.

  Con grinned. “Yeah, princess. Of course I’m fucking kidding you. You think I’m going to pass up the opportunity to get my dick inside you with nothing between us?”

  I reached down and shoved my panties off my hips. “Then get your ass back in here.”

  I’m not sure when I forgot to care that I was naked in front of Con. Somewhere in my absolute horror at the thought of ending this night without being with him, I realized that whatever hang-ups I still had with my body—and there were plenty—Con didn’t share them. The way he looked at me…the things he said to me…He just wanted me.

  For the first time in my life, I felt like a seductress. This man was under my power, and I was going to revel in it.

  Con didn’t waste any time. Two long, sure strides, and he had me pinned against the wall again.

  “You’re nothing like I expected. Not in my wildest dreams.”

  My confidence faltered. “I—I’m not?”

  He shook his head. “No. You’re so much fucking better.”

  Relief rushed through me hotter than the spray of the shower—which was still running and had yet to turn cold.

  He continued, “I thought I’d have to warm you up, but you’re so fucking hot, you burn me before I can even touch you. It’s…” He swallowed. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

  His hands framed my face, and once again we were all lips and tongues and teeth. I’d never realized that kissing a man could be so…intense.

  When he finally pulled away, he spun me around so I faced the tile wall. “As much as I want to look at your gorgeous face, this works better for now.”

  I could have bristled at his comment because it just reminded me of how much more experience he had than me, but instead I embraced it. Why should I care? I was going to be the beneficiary of everything he’d learned from every one of the women who’d come before me.

  He nipped at my ear. “Brace yourself on the wall. It’s gonna get a little rowdy in here.”

  Shivers racked my body as he dragged his teeth down my neck and bit my shoulder lightly before laving the spot with his tongue. My head dropped forward, a ragged sigh escaping my lips.

  Strong hands snaked around my body and cupped both breasts. Clever fingers teased and tugged at my puckered nipples.

  “Fucking love your tits. Gonna come on them later.”

  His crass words unleashed a tidal wave of desire inside me. I shouldn’t like this. Shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him.

  But I’d never wanted anything more.

  “And if you ever try to hide them from me again,” he cupped them both in one big hand, “I’m gonna paddle your ass.”

  I opened my mouth to protest and shut it when a stinging slap landed on the side of my left butt cheek.

  “Hey!”

  “Told you it was gonna get a little rowdy,” Con’s deep voice rumbled in my ear as his hand covered my tender skin and squeezed. “But you didn’t run.” He slid his hand around to my front side and cupped me between my legs. “And now this is mine.”

  I’m not sure what kind of reaction he was expecting to get from his declaration, but it probably wasn’t me dropping my hand from the wall to reach back and grab his erection. “Then this is mine.” I stroked him, toying with the little balls of his piercing, until he groaned.

  “Fuck yeah, it is.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  “If this is my one night with you, I’m not going to rush a damn thing.” He pulled my hand away and pressed it back against the tile. “Now wait patiently like the good girl I know you can be.”

  I ground my ass back into his groin, and another smack landed on the same spot a
s the first.

  “Naughty girl,” he murmured darkly. “Guess that’s my fault. Haven’t given your pussy nearly enough attention tonight.” His fingers flexed, and one slid between my lower lips, pressing against my clit.

  I moaned and bucked against his hand. I needed more. I needed him inside me. If he didn’t get there soon, I was going to start begging.

  His hand shifted, and one long, thick finger pressed up and slipped inside me.

  “Fuck. Keep forgetting how tight you are.”

  The combination of him fucking me with his finger and the friction from the heel of his hand on my clit had all of the fibers of my body pulling taut.

  A second finger joined the first, and I shivered at the stretch. If I felt like this with only two fingers, how was I possibly going to be able to handle the massive erection I could barely fit in my mouth? His fingers scissored inside me, and my muscles spasmed. I bucked against his palm and an unexpected orgasm burst inside me.

  That porn star-worthy moan that filled the shower couldn’t be from me, could it?

  “You wanna come again for me, baby? Before I fuck you?”

  I’m not sure how a sane woman would’ve answered, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

  My voice was ragged, still coming in heaves and pants when I said, “That depends. How many times are you going to make me come when you fuck me?”

  The scruff of Con’s jaw scraped my shoulder as he growled into my ear. “Until you beg me to stop, sweetheart.” He tugged my earlobe between his teeth, and shivers cascaded through me. “I’ll make you come until you fucking beg me to stop.”

  Shudders racked me again. Oh my god. I think I just spontaneously orgasmed.

  “Please. Don’t make me wait.”

  “Been waiting two fucking years. Shit, longer than that. No more waiting.”

  His hand dropped away, and I hated that I felt so bare without him touching me. I didn’t have time to consider the thought further because he spun me around and lifted me with one arm under my ass.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” Con said.

  I complied, and he used his other hand to position himself at my entrance. Just feeling the blunt head of his cock against the super-sensitive tissue had the makings of another orgasm shimmering to life inside me.

  I could be overstating things, but I was beginning to think the man had a magic penis.

  I giggled.

  “What the fuck you giggling about, woman?”

  “Nothing, I swear.”

  He didn’t move another inch. I dragged my eyes away from the aforementioned magic penis.

  “Tell me.”

  “If you wait too long, this shower is going to get cold.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t change the subject. You want this dick,” he swiped the crown across my clit and I shuddered, “then you better spill.”

  I couldn’t take it. Humiliation be damned. “I think you might have a magic penis.”

  His head jerked back, and the smile that spread across his face was…so beautiful that if I hadn’t been on the edge of getting laid for the first time in two years, I might have stopped to appreciate its beauty. But I hadn’t. So I couldn’t.

  “Damn, I like you, princess.”

  “Good. Then please hurry up.”

  “Whatever the lady wants.” And he thrust.

  “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” My body stretched and softened, my slickness easing his way, but not enough so that I didn’t feel incredibly, wonderfully, and totally taken.

  “Jesus. So fucking tight.” He shifted his grip so one big hand wrapped around each of my hips and his fingers dug into my butt cheeks. “You good?”

  I nodded, almost beyond speech. I managed to get out, “Good. So, so good.”

  “You ready for me to move?”

  “Yes. Yes. Please.”

  “That’s my girl. Now let’s see what we can do about those orgasms I promised you.”

  If I could ever have an out of body experience, I think I’d want to watch Con Leahy as he lifted and lowered me onto his cock, fucking me with sure, swift strokes. His piercing must have been a magnet for my G-spot, because with every thrust, it dragged along the promised land until my inner muscles bore down.

  His groan filled my ears. “Ease up, woman. I’m already trying to hold out so I can fuck you proper before I lose my shit.”

  I fought to relax my muscles, and he kept on with his proper fucking as I said, “It isn’t my fault…that you have a…magic…cock.” As soon as the word ‘cock’ left my lips, my head dropped back, and another orgasm tore through me.

  “Oh my God!”

  And still he didn’t stop. His thrusts continued, pounding into me, sending me over the edge twice more before he finally slowed and groaned out his own climax.

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

  As if on cue, the water lost its warmth, and we both jerked. Con pulled me out of the stream.

  Voice rough, he said, “Fuck. Guess you lost the chance to take a real shower. Sorry about that, babe. I should take better care of you.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut, as my heart flipped.

  How long had it been since someone wanted to take care of me? I couldn’t let myself get used to it.

  And just that fast, reality intruded.

  Con was still inside me, but that didn’t keep everything that had happened tonight from crashing down. The blissful haze of orgasm dissipated. I guess his penis wasn’t that magical after all.

  “Put me down, please.”

  “What? What’s wrong?” Con’s gaze sharpened.

  “Just put me down. Please.”

  He pulled out of me and wetness gushed from between my legs. Con lowered me to my feet and reached outside the shower to grab a washcloth off a bamboo bench stacked with fluffy white towels. Running it under the spray, he offered it to me. “Sorry, it’s cold now.”

  Given the twinge between my legs, cold was actually welcome. “Don’t worry about it.”

  I cleaned up, and then accepted the towel he offered. Wrapping it around my shoulders, I huddled in the shower, shivering. And not in the mind-blowing orgasm kind of way I had been only minutes earlier.

  Yep. Reality sucked.

  “Let’s get you a robe.” Con wrapped a towel around his waist, and my attention dropped to the pile of sopping wet cotton of the scrub bottoms.

  They reminded me of the destroyed Alexander McQueen cocktail dress I’d stuffed in the trash in the emergency room. The one I’d worn while I’d crawled across a parking lot and watched a boy get shot trying to protect me. And I’d just had mind-blowing orgasms in a shower while he was lying in the ICU.

  Yes, the sex had been life affirming. Maybe even life changing, if I were so inclined. But right now, I couldn’t see beyond the giant wall of guilt that slammed down between Con and me.

  “Do you have any extra clothes?”

  He nodded, slowly, studying me.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  For the briefest moment, I considered lying, giving the answer I’d given so many times before. I’m fine. But right now, I couldn’t muster the will to offer up that BS line. Because right now, I wasn’t fine.

  “No.” The word came out on a raw, ragged breath.

  “Shit.” Con tilted my chin up. “Did I hurt you?” His body vibrated with coiled strength. “I know I—”

  “No.” I shook my head. “It’s not you.” Tears pooled in my eyes, and I was too tired to hold them back.

  “Whoa, honey.” He caught a sliding tear on his thumb. “You gotta clue me in here.”

  I sniffled in a decidedly unladylike manner. “Trey. We just…and he could be dying.”

  Con stiffened and glanced toward his phone. “Not to say that every minute I was inside you, I wasn’t totally focused on you…but if that phone had gone off, I would’ve been diving for it.”

  “But—”

  With a shake of his head, Con reached out and grabbed another towel off the sta
ck and used it to rub down his chest. “No buts. If you think Trey would’ve begrudged us what we just did, then you don’t know much about kids like him.”

  Swiping at my tears, my brow furrowed.

  Con registered my confusion. “Not how you’re thinking. How many buddies do you think he’s laid to rest because of drive-bys and other random-ass gang shit? Guaranteed it’s a bigger number than you’d think.”

  I still wasn’t following.

  He continued, “When you grow up knowing that age eighteen and a high school diploma are no certainty, you take what you can and appreciate the shit out of it while you have it. Because you might not get another chance.” Gesturing between the two of us, he added, “A second chance like this? Probably unheard of.”

  It made a sick and sad sort of sense.

  Even so, it didn’t completely alleviate the guilt I was feeling. Or the scary idea that it could just as easily be me lying in the ICU tonight.

  Con checked his phone. “You going to work today? Because if you are, you better try to grab a few hours of sleep, and then you’re going to need to get home to change.”

  I thought about what was on my calendar for the day. A meeting or two about the building project. Grant application review. Working on next year’s budget. Any other day I would’ve found those things to be critical. But right about now, they were nothing that couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

  I shook my head. “I’m not going to work, but a couple hours of sleep would be good. Then I want to head back to the hospital and sit with Ms. Vincent.”

  “Okay.” He strode toward the door, but paused on the threshold and turned back to me. “Where do you want to sleep?”

  Fatigue was muddling my brain because I didn’t really understand the question. “What do you mean?”

  “You sleeping with me? Or alone?”

  I’m not sure I liked that he was giving me an option. Because that meant I had to make a choice.

  A voice whispered in my head, it doesn’t matter what you choose. You can’t keep him. Might as well get what you can while you can.

  The logic was a little too much like that which he’d attributed to Trey’s upbringing. But it made sense.

  So I gave him the truth. “With you.”

  So now I’d had her—and I remembered it. When she’d frozen up after we’d stepped out of the shower, it’d been the perfect opportunity to find her some clothes, call her a cab, and send her on her way. That was what I would’ve done if this had been any other woman.