Blaze: Men of Inked Heatwave #4

by Bliss, Chelle

  “Then why are you whispering?”

  “Fuck if I know,” she whispers again. “I’ll text you the plan. Step one starts tonight.”

  “Gigi, I don’t think—” I start to say, but the line goes dead.

  I gawk at the phone, blinking. “Asshole,” I mumble, hating when she hangs up on me.

  My phone vibrates, the screen flashing Gigi the Great, the name she put in herself. I swipe my finger, wincing as the text comes up, scared to read what she has in store for me.

  Gigi the Great: Step One – Make him miserable.

  I raise my head and look over my shoulder, chewing my lip. Shit. I don’t know if I can do whatever she’s about to tell me. Clearly, she’s forgetting this is me we’re talking about. Besides some kissing and the time Leland, the guy with the sexy pocket protector, put his hand up my shirt, I have little experience with men.

  Before working at Inked, I’d never even touched a penis before, and lucky for me, the first time was in front of my father, with a perfect stranger waiting for me to jam a needle through his shaft.

  Ugh.

  Things need to change in my life. I’d been so busy studying, I could only watch as the people around me enjoyed themselves, doing things I’d always wished I could do.

  Every day that ticks by is a lost chance, a missed moment, a little piece of happiness I can never get back.

  I am ready for the change.

  I am ready to move on.

  I am ready to be free.

  Me: I’m in.

  14

  Jett

  Lily hasn’t come out of her room for an hour. She walked through the front door and ran upstairs without even saying hello.

  Last night was a clusterfuck. Out of all the dumb shit I could’ve done, she caught me watching her as she touched herself. Nothing in my life compared to the vision of her spread-eagled, hands working over her skin in perfect harmony. As high as that moment made me, when she looked at me and I stumbled, falling backward…that was the lowest of the low.

  I claimed to be drunk, but I wasn’t. A few shots weren’t enough to erase the glorious memory. I texted her a few times today, feeling her out to see how pissed she was at me. She seemed like the sweet Lily I knew before I was a peeping Tom.

  My phone vibrates next to me, pulling my thoughts away from Lily’s naked body and the mindless television show playing on the big screen.

  Gigi: Man the fuck up tonight.

  I blink, staring at the screen in utter confusion. Man up? What the hell did I have to man up about? I glance around the room, finding only myself.

  Me: ?

  Gigi: Tonight’s your chance to either go after what you want or possibly lose it forever.

  I peer over my shoulder toward the staircase, finding it empty, wondering what the hell Gigi’s talking about. I know she’s referring to Lily, but since she’s virtually locked herself in her bedroom, I’d say my chances are slim to none.

  Me: Still not following you.

  Gigi: Pay attention.

  Me: Are you drunk?

  Clearly, she’s hitting the sauce pretty hard. She’s making no sense and being more combative than she usually is.

  Gigi: No, moron. Sober as can be.

  Me: Then WTF are you talking about?

  Gigi: Stop staring at your phone and pay attention.

  I growl, ready to throw my phone across the room. Chicks are impossible and confusing, but Gigi Gallo can be downright frustrating. It’s like she’s speaking in code, trying to fuck with my head.

  Me: Stop texting me, and to what?

  Gigi: Lily, oh dumb one. Lily.

  Again, I glance over my shoulder, tipping my head up, listening for movement from Lily’s room, but I hear only silence.

  Me: I think she’s asleep.

  Gigi: Nope. She’s just giving herself a pep talk. I’m texting her too.

  I scratch my head, grimacing. A pep talk?

  Me: I think she’s mad about what happened last night.

  Gigi: She thinks you were too drunk to remember, but I know better.

  I laugh to myself, shaking my head. I have no defense, and even if I did, Gigi wouldn’t buy it.

  Me: It was a good cover. I got lucky.

  Gigi: Nope, but you’re about to if you get your head out of your ass.

  I blink as I part my lips, and the familiar knot of lust forms in the pit of my stomach.

  Me: My head is never in my ass. I’m not that bendy. If I were, I would’ve learned to suck my own cock a long time ago.

  Gigi: You’re not amusing.

  Me: I’m very amusing and handsome too.

  Gigi: Don’t fuck this up. I’m banking on you.

  She’s banking on me? I never thought she’d be in my corner, especially when it comes to Lily. Tamara, maybe. She’s the wildcat of the Gallo cousins. She was the tiger chasing the boys, going after exactly what she wanted.

  Me: Is this your idea of a sex pep talk?

  Gigi: Yes, Jett. I know your dick’s broken, but if you give that girl an ounce of what I think you can still deliver, you’re going to have her begging for more.

  I smirk, loving the idea of Lily begging for more of me. But at the same time, her naïveté and inexperience when it comes to sex scare the shit out of me too.

  Being a girl’s first is a big responsibility. I’ve slept with virgins, but that was back in high school. Teenage me didn’t really give two shits or put much thought into the reality of what it meant to be the first time for a girl. Older me…fuck, it’s a weighty responsibility.

  Me: She’ll want aboard the Jett Express?

  Gigi: You did not just call yourself that. You are SO lame.

  Me: Am not.

  Gigi: OMG. She’s coming. Prepare yourself. Act natural. Pretend to be surprised.

  The door to Lily’s bedroom creaks open, and I freeze, sucking in a deep breath like someone’s punched me.

  Me: …

  I’m in the middle of typing my reply, saying…what? Hell if I know. I look over at the stairs, seeing Lily’s bare feet patter down the steps. I drop my phone, leaving the message unsent, and hold my breath as I direct my eyes back to the television.

  Act normal. Those were Gigi’s words. I don’t have a normal around Lily. I’ve always been a chill guy, filled with swagger and throwing off pussy like there was an endless supply.

  But with Lily, I’m another person. A better version of myself, always looking to please her before me.

  “You hungry?” Lily asks from my side, standing somewhere near the staircase, but for a moment, I’m too chickenshit to look.

  “I could eat.” I stare straight ahead, as if the television show I’m watching is the most interesting thing in the world. “What are you making?”

  She doesn’t answer.

  I suck in a breath, clenching my fists on my knees as I turn, readying myself. But what I see, I’m nowhere near prepared to take in.

  She’s standing at the bottom of the staircase, only a few feet away, wearing white boy shorts and a thin white tank top, showing off her breasts and nipples. A complete vision and the total package of a supersexy angel.

  The air I’d just taken in evaporates from my lungs, leaving me breathless and more than a little speechless. Lily never wears so little clothing, especially around the house. The girl has more pairs of full-body pajamas in her dresser than anyone I’ve ever known.

  She peers down at the floor as she slides her hand along the railing as if she’s about to bolt. I gape at her, still in shock, still not moving. Is she offering herself to me? Could it really be that easy? I feel like there’s a catch I’m missing, and any minute now, someone’s about to beat my ass for what I did yesterday.

  “I’m just going to…” She inches backward, eyes still cast down.

  “Don’t,” I whisper, unable to find my full voice.

  She lifts her head, locking eyes with me. “Don’t?” she whispers back as she stops her ascent.

  Ma
n up.

  Those were Gigi’s words.

  They come back to me and slam into my chest, kick-starting my heart. I’m on my feet, moving toward Lily so fast, she rocks back.

  “Don’t go,” I tell her, lifting my hand to cradle her cheek as soon as I’m close enough.

  She blinks up at me, lips parted, eyes big. “This is a mistake,” she whispers. “I should go.”

  I shake my head as my breathing becomes shallower and more labored. “Don’t leave,” I beg, sounding needier than I ever have in my entire life. “I want you.” I tighten my hold on her face, sweeping my thumb across her cheek.

  Her lips part as she melts into my palm, closing her eyes. “What if…”

  “Do you want this?” I ask her, my heart pounding in my chest, making me feel more alive than I have in years. Is it fear? “Are you sure you want me?”

  Shit. I sound like I’m trying to talk her out of it, but I’m not. I want her to be one hundred percent sure she’s thought this through, because the last thing I want is to be her mistake.

  Her eyelids flutter open as she stares up at me with fiery blue eyes. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” she admits, sweeping what little control and self-doubt I have right away.

  “I can’t…” My voice trails off as my cock grows, reminding me I’m not healed enough to please her in all the ways I want to. It’s the universe’s way of playing a cruel, sick joke on me.

  “We could maybe kiss.” She bites her bottom lip, face reddening. “But we totally don’t have to if you—” I don’t let her get the rest of the words out.

  I slam my mouth down on hers, taking what she’s offering without remorse. Her lips are as soft and sweet as I’d always imagined. And God knows, I’ve thought about them for years, dreaming of this moment.

  She touches my arm as I sweep my hand to the back of her neck, tilting her head back. Wrapping my other arm around her back, I pull her flush against me, leaving no space between us.

  Her scent envelops me. The sounds of her sweet moans fill my ears, sending shock waves through my system and a warning shot straight to my dick.

  I groan, both from pleasure and pain, wishing the timing were different but not caring if tonight’s about her and not me. I’ve never been a completely selfish lover, but never am I selfless. Even tonight, giving her whatever she wants and needs, it’s about more than just her pleasure. This is about a foundation. Tearing down the tension that’s been building between us and piecing together what could be a very interesting future.

  “Jett,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “Shh, baby. I got you,” I tell her between kisses, tangling my fingers in the hair at the base of her neck. “Let me please you.”

  She moans again, leaning forward, pressing her breasts against my chest as she opens her lips, letting me in. I sweep my tongue inside, taking in her sweetness and warmth, memorizing the way she feels in my arms. I kiss her deeper, moving one hand from her back to her ass, squeezing her cheek roughly.

  Control.

  It’s something I’ve never had much of, but I need it in a moment like this. Lily isn’t a party girl. She barely has any experience, and the little she’s gotten hasn’t been with real men with rabid sexual appetites like me.

  “Baby, I want you so bad,” I tell her, whispering softly, my voice filled with need. “So bad, I hurt.” I’m not lying. My cock is killing me, a constant reminder that not only has she touched me before, but no matter how much I want to sink into her, I can’t.

  “I’ve never…” She moans as I squeeze her ass again, not wanting her to admit what I already know.

  I pull back, gazing into her blue eyes, searching for and seeing how much she wants this, wants me. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll go slow. This is about you, not me.”

  She nods, running her tongue along her bottom lip, driving me crazy. Any control I had is gone in that moment. I dip my head, covering her mouth with mine again. Sliding my hand down her back, I grope her ass with both hands, lifting her bare feet off the floor. She wraps her legs around my body, sliding her arms around my neck and anchoring herself to me.

  It’s so natural, it’s like we’ve done this a million times. Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other forever, even if it’s the first time we’ve ever really touched. At least touched in the way I’ve always wanted but never actually tried.

  She hooks her ankles behind my back, pressing her warmth to my stomach as I lift her higher, careful of my cock. I step toward the couch, moving on memory and instinct, loving kissing her too much to stop.

  I groan when my toes smack into the coffee table, and I push away the pain like I’m a man possessed. And I am. I’m taken over by my need to kiss, touch, and someday, if I’m lucky, be the first man to be inside Lily.

  Quickly turning, I fall onto the couch, bringing Lily with me. She lands on my legs, sparing my cock from any more misery, already having been through enough. She straddles my legs, feet dangling over the floor, arms still around my neck, kissing me deeply.

  My hands are everywhere, slipping and sliding over the soft cotton of her tank, feeling the dip of her ribs and the swell of her breasts.

  Her fingers are soft and unsure as they move over my shoulders to my biceps. My bare skin tingles like I’ve never been touched before, sending another round of shock waves through my system.

  I move my hand up her back, shoving my fingers into her hair to pull her head back, exposing her neck. My lips are quick, sliding from her mouth, down to her jaw, and not stopping until they’re on her neck.

  She pushes her pussy against my stomach, dropping her hands to my forearms and gripping me tight. I lick her skin, tasting her and moaning like she’s the most delectable thing I’ve ever tasted.

  I hit the spot, the one that makes most girls go wild, near her shoulder, and she quivers in my arms, gasping. By her response, I’d say no man has ever touched her there with their mouth, and the very thought spurs me on, making me want to please her now more than ever.

  As I slide my hand up her stomach, brushing my fingertips across her nipple, she tenses. I glance up, praying to God she’s not about to change her mind and call the entire thing off.

  “More,” she says, begging for me to touch her in all the dirty ways a man usually can only dream about.

  Her words are like a punch to the chest, sucking every bit of air out of my body, but in the best possible way. I don’t speak, burying my face in her neck as I move my fingers to her shoulder, sliding the strap of her tank down her arms.

  I want to pull away and look at her naked skin, but I don’t dare. Not now anyway. I cover her breast with my hand, sliding my thumb over her bare nipple, wanting her moans and gasps again. She squirms at the sensation, moving in my lap, pushing her breasts into my touch.

  I ignore the intense, burning ache in my pants, putting my dick and the piercing out of my mind as I suck on her neck and play with her breasts. Each pass of my fingers earns me a small moan and a shift of her body. She’s almost dry-humping my pelvis, working her body against me like she did with her fingers.

  Any other girl and I’d already have her underwear off, but not Lily. This is about slow. This is about making it good. I know she’s never had sex before, but I don’t know exactly how far she’s gone. Has anyone touched her pussy? Has a man ever given her an orgasm? I’m pretty sure pocket-protector guy didn’t have the skills to get her off, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she comes.

  I move my mouth back to hers, kissing her hard and deeper than before. Keeping one hand on her breast, I slide the other down her back, to her stomach, and skim over her boy shorts hard enough for her to feel my touch.

  She gasps into my mouth, and I groan, wishing I were healed enough to hear the sound she’d make as I slid my dick into her.

  What a cruel fucking joke.

  I break the kiss, gazing into her eyes, watching as hers flutter open and try to focus. My hand never stops, rubbing her softly throu
gh the cotton. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I press harder, making sure my fingers are over her clit.

  “N…No,” she stutters, shivering. “Only you.”

  “Want me to stop?” I ask her again, never wanting to do anything she doesn’t want me to. We have a connection, and no matter how much I want her, I don’t want to ruin whatever this is we have.

  “No,” she breathes, spreading her legs for me. “Don’t stop, Jett. Please don’t stop.”

  I wish she were naked, but I’m not going to be picky or ruin the moment to have her undress. I do what any red-blooded man would do, pull her boy shorts to the side, finally touching her silky softness. She’s bare. No hair. Only smooth, wet skin in need of my attention after a lifetime of neglect.

  Holy mother of God.

  Her hands are back around my neck, fingers playing with my hair just above my neck as I flatten my palm against her slickness.

  It takes everything in me to remain composed. If my dick weren’t in a bad way, I’d probably come in my pants like a dumb-ass teenager.

  She rocks against my hand, slow and steady, but this isn’t what I want. I want to be the one to get her off. She’s done it to herself a million times. Now it’s my turn to do it and let her lie back and enjoy herself.

  I close my fingers around her nipple, pinching hard enough to make her jolt. “Fuck,” she gasps, and God, do I wish I could.

  “Baby, stop moving so much. Just enjoy this,” I tell her, soothing her skin with my fingertip.

  “I was,” she says, her eyes fiery and fierce. “Until you…”

  I smirk, knowing that look. Being able to spot it anywhere on any girl. Need. “You liked it.”

  Her eyes widen, blazing with both embarrassment and lust, but I don’t give her a chance to reply before my lips are on hers again.

  I close my fingertips on her nipple again, this time not as hard but enough to cause her to jolt and quake in my arms.

  That’s my bad girl.

  There is so much I want to do to her, so much I want to explore. She’s lived a sheltered sexual life, and I’m the right man to make all her fantasies a reality.

  I slide my fingers through her wetness, coating them as I go, readying myself as much as I am her. When I sweep two fingers over her clit, she convulses like she’s coming from the simple movement.