Marks on My Skin (Love & Ink #1)

by J. A. Howell

  “Mmmmph, now taste herself.” I groaned, undoing my jeans and gripping the growing stiffness in my hands. Her gaze darted to my exposed cock and she sucked in a harsh breath.

  “Go on.”

  She looked around, wary of the other moviegoers, then slowly brought her fingers to her mouth.

  “Worried about getting caught?” I laughed, my own breathing heavy as I slid my hand over my shaft.

  “A little.” She admitted with a sheepish grin and licked at her fingertips.

  “Now let me have a taste.”

  I motioned to her fingers, and she brought them to my lips. My tongue darted out, tasting her. Another jolt of pleasure ran through me, and I grabbed her wrist, sliding her fingers into my mouth once more, wanting to taste more of her. “Mmm, feck Shayne.”

  I took her mouth and dragged my tongue across hers, tasting her there as well. My cock pulsed with need and Shayne reached down, sliding her hand over mine. I thrust into her grip, kissing her with deep, languid strokes, needing more, wanting more of her. It wasn’t enough. With Shayne, I never felt like it was. She was intoxicating, addicting.

  “C’mere.” I grabbed her hips and slid her onto my lap, positioning myself against the slick warmth between her thighs. A visible shiver shook through her and passed through me. “Take me inside ya. All of me,” I told her, my voice thick and raspy.

  Shayne glanced around at the other cars and the people milling around. I shifted my hips, encouraging her. Her eyes flickered back to mine and she slowly wriggled her hips, easing me inside her. The warmth of her stretched and enveloped my cock and I groaned against her neck. My fingers dug into her hips and I fought the urge to thrust full force inside her.

  “Like that, Shayne. Just like that.” I whispered. In the dark of the car I explored the curves and contours of her body. My hands squeezed her luscious arse as my mouth found its way to her breast. She teased me with her slow, teasing movements, lifting herself so that I was nearly out of her before taking me in again, inch by torturous inch. I groaned, pulling her hardened nipple between my teeth. Shayne whimpered, a trembling sound that melted away any restraint I had left.

  I released her nipple, letting out a sharp breath and pressing my head back against the seat. “Faster, Shayne.” The words choked out of me as I thrust into her. She whimpered again and brought her hips down to meet my strokes in perfect rhythm. One hand still gripped her waist and I reached up to grab a fistful of her hair with the other. I breathed in her sweet earthy scent that clung to her and mixed with the scent of sex. My cock throbbed inside her, and I sank my teeth into her shoulder with a low growl. I was close. So close.

  “Like that?” Her voice trembled. I could tell she was close too.

  My cheek brushed hers as I nodded. I caught her earlobe between my teeth and gave it an encouraging tug. “Come for me, love. Let me hear that moan of yers.”

  Shayne bit her lip but the cry escaped her, unrestrained. Her arms tightened around me. She rode me, bouncing on my lap. Whatever curious onlookers she had been worried about had all but been forgotten as her body collided with mine. Another jolt ran through me and I held her tight, nails digging into her skin. With a high-pitched whimper, she threw her head back and her muscles clenched around me. I drove into her harder as the threads of my own control slipped away.

  “Kier!” Her breathless gasp sent me over the edge. A deep groan escaped me as my hips bucked beneath her. I bit into her shoulder and Shayne’s body shivered in my arms. My own body convulsed and tensed as I succumbed to the waves of release rushing through me.

  Several minutes passed and I just held her, breathed her in, and stroked her hair. She shifted in my arms, and I loosened my grip, my heart still pounding in my chest.

  “You’re amazing, Shayne.” I said, sucking in a deep breath. Her cheeks flushed and she started to pull herself off my lap, but only succeeded in landing her arse smack dab on the car horn.

  Several moviegoers in their cars and walking by stopped and looked in our direction.

  “Did you still want to finish the movie, or would now be a good time to leave?”

  She slid into her seat and ducked her head down, her cheeks now a dark crimson. “Let’s go. I can always rent it later.”

  I smiled, tucking myself back into my pants and avoiding the disapproving look of one older woman.

  “Yeah, that’s probably best. Let’s go get the popcorn cleaned up.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  The Lube Incident

  Work had become a lot less interesting in the last two weeks without Kieran there, but I didn’t want further tension between me and Liam. We hadn’t been talking much, only when necessary. I mumbled a goodbye and snatched my purse out of the office, heading for my car. With nearly perfect timing my phone buzzed in my pocket. Niall’s number flashed across the screen.

  “Kieran?”

  A low, husky laugh came from the other end. Oh boy. “Ya finished with work?”

  I grinned to myself. “I am.”

  “Got any big plans?” I didn’t, but from the suggestive tone of his voice, he did. We’d been seeing each other every night after I got off work, and each time had been amazing. He was still far from experienced in the art of domination, but he was an eager learner.

  “I was just going to go home, wash my hair, you know, the usual.”

  Kieran let out a soft, “mmph”, like he usually did when he bit his lip. I bit mine in response as my stomach fluttered. Still I played along. “Why, did you have plans?”

  “Niall’s out fer the night fer a photo shoot.” His breathy voice gave me a good visual of what he was doing on the other end of the line. I sucked in a deep breath and settled into the driver’s seat of my car.

  “And you want me to come over?”

  “Mmm hmm, but I want ya ta go ta yer place first. Pack a bag. Bring over some goodies ya want me ta use on ya.”

  “Anything else?” Heat ran through me at the sound of his heavy breathing.

  He let out another breathy laugh, then a groan. “No. Just hurry up.”

  The phone clicked off and I stared down at it, blinking in surprise. Was he serious? Illicit images floated through my head of what exactly he had been doing on the other end of the line. My own breathing caught and I started my car. After the day I had, spending the night letting Kieran do whatever he wanted to me sounded more than perfect.

  I got to my apartment in record time and went straight to my bed, pulling out my “playbox”. Hmmm, what should I bring? Eyeing the various contents, another jolt of excitement ran through me and warmth flooded my core. Decisively, I grabbed a duffel bag and threw several things in. Some he’d already used on me, like the rope, handcuffs, and paddles. Other things he hadn’t. I wondered if he planned to get adventurous tonight. I could only hope. I threw a few more things into the bag then stood up, looking myself over in the mirror.

  Yeah, I should definitely change. Tearing off my clothes, I went to the bathroom, washed up, and lathered my skin in lotion before donning a hot pink lace bra and panties, a black micro-mini skirt, a sheer long-sleeve shirt, and my knee-high boots. Much better.

  I hefted the duffel bag over my shoulder and headed back down to my car after spritzing on some perfume. It was a short drive to Niall’s apartment, but the mere presence of the black bag on my passenger seat set my nerves sizzling in anticipation of what was to come. My boots thudded against the stairs as I made my way up to the apartment, echoing the pounding in my chest. I knocked two times and the door swung wide open. Kieran leaned across the doorway, giving me a dark, smoldering look as his eyes trailed over my outfit. My own gaze ran over his bare chest, following the sculpted planes of his stomach and the light sprinkling of hair that ran from his belly button down below the waistband of his…Star Wars boxers?

  “Are those Storm Troopers?” I tilted my head in amusement. He laughed and thrust his hips forward, the fabric barely concealing his erection.

  “The rest of my clot
hes are in the wash. What, ya don’t like ‘em? I liked yer Bambi socks.”

  I fought the grin tugging at my lips and stepped forward, brushing my fingertips over the bulge in his boxers. “Oh, I like them just fine.”

  Kieran’s gaze darkened, and with a quick glance into the hall he pulled me into the apartment and slammed the door shut. He backed me against the closed door and his lips crushed against mine, his stiff member pressing against my stomach. The bag dropped to the floor with a thud and I tangled my fingers into his hair, kissing him back.

  “What has gotten into you?” I gasped once our lips broke apart for more than a second. His cock swelled against me and he pressed his forehead to mine, his hands kneading my breast.

  “I wrote today. I don’t even remember what I meant to start writing, but instead I wrote about ya. About the things I want ta do ta ya.” His tone grew husky again and it rippled through me. I squeezed my thighs together as heat rolled through me. Kieran glanced down at the duffel bag and dragged his nails over my thighs as his fingers curled around the hem of my skirt. “What did ya bring?”

  “Just a few things. Maybe they’ll help your imagination.”

  A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth and he picked up the duffel bag, testing the weight of it as he gave it a thoughtful look. “Go into the guest bedroom, strip down ta yer knickers and I’ll have a look at what ya packed.”

  I went to the guest bedroom and stripped down to my underwear. Butterflies fluttered through my stomach with the anticipation and I settled myself on the foot of the bed. A couple minutes later, the door opened and Kieran came in, duffel bag in hand.

  “Stand up. Face the bed.” He placed the duffel on the dresser nearest him. Heat rolled down through my stomach and I stood facing the bed, ears perked. He unzipped the bag with a quiet “zzzzip” and I swallowed hard. Waiting. His breath tickled my bare shoulder and I shivered. He tugged at the clasps of my bra and kissed my shoulder where goose bumps still lingered.

  Kieran undid the clasp of my bra and slid the straps down my arms, discarding it on the floor so that I was only in my panties. He reached around, cupping my breasts and I felt his breath on my neck.

  “Put yer arms behind ya.”

  His hands dropped away and more rustling came from behind me. I did as he said and leather wrapped around one wrist, snuggly buckled. Then the other. He moved closer, only a few inches behind me. A devilish smile crept over his lips in the edge of my periphery. A mixture of lust and anticipation rolled off of him, running through me like electricity jumping from one synapse to another. He ran his fingers down my spine, light and teasing, then withdrew his touch just above the curve of my ass. He grasped the short chain connecting my cuffs and lowered me onto the mattress.

  “Push yerself up so yer head is on the edge of the bed.”

  I wriggled forward and he came around to the opposite end, helping me until I was where he wanted me. Eye-level with his crotch. I glanced up at him and he grinned. His fingers ran through my hair and brushed my bangs to the side.

  “I wanted ta get a good look at those eyes.” He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip then traced a finger under the curve of my mouth. “Open up, love.”

  My breath left my lungs in a rush of air and I opened my mouth. Kieran slowly pushed his boxers down his hips, his gaze locked with mine. His rigid length sprung forward a couple inches from my face and he let out a deep, husky laugh as my gaze broke away from his.

  “Look at me. I want ta stare inta those beautiful eyes of yers as ya take me in yer mouth.”

  I lifted my gaze back to him and his velvety head brushed against my bottom lip. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue against it. Kieran’s lips pulled up slightly on one side, in a pleased but devious expression. He cupped my face and I moaned as he entered my mouth, flicking my tongue over his sensitive head once more. His jaw tightened and his eyes fixed on mine with a lusty, half-lidded gaze. Whatever mood he had gotten into today, it was driving me crazy. With a gentle motion, he slid his hand around the back of my head and thrust himself in further, testing the depths of my mouth.

  I mewled softly, letting him feel the vibrations over his rigid length. Kieran’s grip on my hair tightened and his hips bucked at the sensation. He let out a low grunt, his cock pressing against the back of my throat and pulsing with a gentle throb. I closed my eyes and let my muscles relax to accommodate him. His breath came out in a sharp huff and he pushed his full length past my lips. I opened my eyes to find Kieran’s mouth open slightly, his wide gaze transfixed on my mouth, a clear look of lustful wonderment in his blue eyes. For added effect, I let out a full-throated moan and pushed my head forward.

  He tried to hide it, but I saw shiver run through him and heard the soft “feck!” under his breath as he slowly pulled himself back out. His hand fisted my long black locks and I grinned at him before he rocked forward and gave me his full length once more. I saw him trying not to moan, trying not to show his pleasure across his features, but the flex of his thigh muscles and the way his abdomen contracted with each thrust let me know exactly what I was doing to him.

  His eyes caught mine, and for a brief moment a lazy grin crossed his lips. Not letting go of my hair, he bent over me and squeezed my ass with his other hand.

  “Spread yer legs.” His voice was deep, gritty, and commanding. I inched my knees apart and he slid his hand between my thighs, tracing the delicate folds. I whimpered, the sound muffled by his cock. A soft “mmph” escaped him and his hand withdrew so that he could watch me again. His hips rocked in a gentle motion and he bit his lip, another shiver running through him. His head lulled back, his restraint slowly slipping.

  “Feck, I won’t last much longer with that mouth of yers.” He laughed, breathless, as he pulled out. I took a deep gulp of air, equally breathless and watched as he strode to the opposite side of the bed, just out of my view. Music came softly from the stereo on the dresser. Not loud, but loud enough that I couldn’t hear what he might be pulling out of the bag. Instead of straining to see what he was doing, I relaxed against the cool cotton comforter and listened to the lazy, sensual beat of Portishead drifting through the room.

  The song sounded familiar and a giggle escaped me as I realized it was one of the same albums Darren liked to put on when we played together. The bed shifted behind me and Kieran put a hand on my ass, his touch feather-light. “Something funny?”

  “I just liked your music choice. Good album.”

  “Their live album’s the best one.” His voice was very matter-of-fact. Another giggle escaped me and Kieran grunted. “What?”

  “That’s exactly what Darren said.” I tried not to let the amusement play through my voice. Kieran made another noise that I could only describe as a thoughtful Irish one.

  “Well, I guess we have similar taste in a few things.” His own tone was amused. He dragged his nails across my skin, light and teasing. “Now then, no more talking or giggling. Behave.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I answered. His movements stilled for a moment. He was straddling one of my thighs and his cock twitched against it. Another soft “mmph” left his lips. I grinned, pressing my cheek into the comforter. So he liked being called, Sir. Interesting.

  Recovering, Kieran moved between my legs and pushed my thighs further apart. He ran his hands up my inner thighs, then withdrew, leaving me flustered and yearning. Hot breath and teeth dragged over one ass cheek, then disappeared. I shifted against the comforter, lifting my hips, but a stern hand pushed me back down.

  The deliciously warm mouth reemerged against my inner thigh and I let out a sound between a whimper and a squeak. The surprised sound elicited a soft chuckle from him that only teased me more before it disappeared again, leaving goose bumps in it’s wake.

  The bed shifted and he put his hands on my hips. “Lift up.”

  I did as he asked and he put a pillow under my hips so that my ass was in a more accessible position for whatever he was planning. That devilish mouth of his gave me
a teasing bite on the back of my thigh and I let out another squeak. His laugh tickled my skin and he slid a leather cuff around my thigh. I smirked, knowing exactly what he was putting on me. Sure enough, a moment later he grabbed my ankle and brought it against my thigh, buckling it in place. He repeated the same procedure with my other leg then shifted back against the bed, most likely admiring his handiwork. Laying there, exposed and bound, I wondered what exactly he’d written today. I was half-tempted to ask him if I could read it. His muse certainly seemed to have hold of him right now.

  The mattress shifted again and Kieran picked something else up off the bed. A buzzing noise came from behind me and I tilted my head. Kieran laughed that deep, husky sound that set my body tingling and pressed the toy against my clit. I pushed my hips back, holding in the moan that crept up my chest. He applied more pressure and moved so that his knees kept my legs spread apart.

  “So I’ve been wondering,” he started, sliding the vibrator inside me so that it pressed against my g-spot. “The night we met, why didn’t you stop me?”

  I blinked, trying to look back at him. “Wh-what?”

  His eyes were intent on me. His other hand slid over my ass and squeezed my hip. “I put my hand on yer thigh. I was so drunk I didn’t realize it at first, but ya didn’t stop me. Ya spread yer legs fer me. Ya barely knew me and ya just spread yer legs fer me. Why didn’t ya stop me?

  I stumbled over my words. Why hadn’t I? The memory of his hand absently sliding over my thigh still sent a wave of heat through me.

  “I liked you touching me.” I answered lamely. Kieran let out a soft laugh and leaned down, giving me a playful bite on my backside.

  “Ya were waiting fer me when I came out of the bathroom.” He withdrew the toy and traced his fingertip over my clit, continuing. “If we hadn’t been interrupted, ya would have fecked me right there, wouldn’t ya?”