Inked (5 page)

She moved her hands to his face and cupped each side
of his head. Gently pulling him back, she knew that he had allowed her to pull
him away from her. His eyes were half-lidded, and she knew the arousal that was
on his face was a clear reflection of her own. His lips were red and a little
glossy from the fact he had been sucking on her flesh.

“You want this, Stella? You want me to
fuck
you?” He leaned in so that his lips
were only a hairbreadth away from hers. His breath smelled minty, and she had
to stop herself from moaning once more. “Do you want me to do all the filthy
fucking things I have envisioned since I saw you all those years ago?”

Oh.
God.

“If I didn’t we wouldn’t have gotten to this point.”
Her words were soft and breathy, and she watched as he closed his eyes and
groaned in response. He was so powerfully masculine, towering over her and
blocking out everything behind him. Even though they were out in the middle of
the shop with an open floor plan, and the fact that the windows were blacked
out, there was still this exhilarated sensation that ran through her. No one
could see them, but there was still this freeing sensation that filled her at
knowing that they were out in the open … kind of.

“Your tattoo.”

She knew he was saying it because he worried about
hurting her, and she should have been worried, too, but all she could feel was
the beating of her heart, the dizziness of her arousal pumping though her head,
and the wetness that was unbearable between her legs. “I’m fine.” Cadeon
gripped her under the arms and lifted her onto the table. He stepped closer,
using his body to spread her legs wide, and cupped the nape of her neck. He
kissed her, long and deep, and she was about to push him away and complain that
she was done with the foreplay. She wanted more action, wanted to feel the
hardness of his body against the softness of hers, and didn’t want to stop
until they were both sated, out of breath, and she was sore between her thighs.

She certainly wasn’t a virgin, but being this close
to Cadeon and sensing the dominance that poured from him like a second entity, made
her feel so inexperienced and submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to
her, could touch her, dominate her, and control her until she couldn’t stand,
let alone think straight.

Cadeon took a step back and gripped the bottom of
his t-shirt. In one move he had the material up and over his head and tossed to
the ground. Stella took several seconds just to look at his chest. She knew he
had a lot of tattoos, had seen the full sleeves that covered both of his arms
too many times to count. They were vivid in color, and she knew they were not
randomly placed, but were an artistic abstract masterpiece that told a story.
But the tattoos didn’t stop at his arms. They moved along his shoulders, and
down his chest. Every inch of his pectoral muscles and upper chest were covered
in the same colorful ink, and she had to hold onto the edge of the table so she
didn’t reach out and start touching him. He undid his belt, but didn’t pull it away.
Once he had the button free, he moved his hands to his side and lowered his
head. He still watched her, but the way his head was tilted, and the look he
gave her had a shiver working through her. Cadeon looked like this predator
getting ready to pounce on his prey, and she was that prey.

“Get the rest of that shirt off.” Those words were
said on a demand, and she didn’t even think twice about it.

Stella slipped off of the table and removed the
shirt. There was a slight tugging at the site of where her tattoo was, but she
was so high on her lust for Cadeon that all she cared about was finally being
with him. She was thick, had curves that probably had other girls feeling
self-conscious, but Stella had always embraced her size, and right now was no
exception. There was also the added bonus of the way he looked at her, like she
was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. That was a heady cocktail to
make her unease and nervousness over what she was about to do with Cadeon leave
right out the window. Those heated looks, and the way he ordered her to get
undressed, had Stella feeling gorgeous, had her pussy wetter than it had ever
been, and had her so very ready to finally feel Cadeon between her thighs.

“Take that fucking bra off.” He growled out those
words, but no way in hell was she going to
not
listen to him. As it was she wanted to submit to him, wanted him holding her
hands above her head so she was helpless and at his mercy, and wanted this
biker and tattoo artist to do all kinds of wicked things to her.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, but
for a second all she did was let the once confining material hang off of her
shoulders. Her breasts were big because she was a larger sized woman. The
bottom of the mounds now spilled out the bottom of the underwire, and she
stared at Cadeon as he dipped his gaze low and stared at the flesh that was
exposed.

“Take it completely off, Stella.” He ran a hand over
his jaw, but he was still looking at her chest.

Stella loved how he said her name, loved the way it
made her feel and had her pulse increasing. She reached up and slipped the
straps down her arms. The cool air brushed along her chest, and she felt her
nipples harden even further to the point they ached.

“The pants, Stella.
Take off the fucking pants.”

He sounded guttural and harsh, and she had a hard
time keeping her eyes open. She went for her jeans and unbuttoned them, and as
soon as she had the zipper down he was right back in front of her and framing
her face with his hands.

“You have no fucking idea how hot you are to me, or
how much I want you.”

Oh, she had an idea how much he wanted this, because
his erection was really straining against the front of his pants.

He let go of her face and grabbed both of her hands
in his. Placing her open palm on one of his hard
pecs
,
he stared into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. The muscle beneath her
hand jumped, and she could feel how strong he was even from this one simple
touch. Still running his tongue along her top and bottom lip until she was a
quivering mess, he took her other hand and placed it right over his hard dick.
Her mouth dried further, and she felt her eyes widen. Cadeon was a big man, and
his cock was no different. Seeing his length pressed against his pants was so
not in the same field has having her hand right on it. The few times she had
been with a guy didn’t even equal the intensity of which she was feeling for
Cadeon right now. Cadeon hadn’t even gotten his dick out, and she was wetter
and hotter than she had ever been in her entire life. This was three years of
arousal built up, and if she didn’t feel that hard shaft of his plunging into
her, she was going to spontaneously combust.

“You see what you do to me?” He wasn’t kissing her
any longer, but he still had his mouth pressed to her hers, and every word that
he had said caused his lips to move along hers. “I am so fucking hard, baby,” he
panted against her mouth, “That the saying ‘could drive nails through steel’ is
pretty fucking accurate of my condition right now.”

A small gasp left her, and she closed her eyes.

“No, open your eyes and look at me. I want you right
here with me.”

She did as he asked, but found the simple act so
hard to accomplish, especially when he went back to running his tongue over her
lips, and pressing her hand more firmly on his denim covered dick. “I really
need you, Cadeon.”

He groaned against her mouth, and in the next second
pushed her jeans down her thighs. She was all too eager to kick them aside. He
had his big hands on her ass, squeezing the mounds like he owned them. But she
knew that at this moment he did own them, and every other part of her body. She
wore a thong, so the bare cheeks of her ass were his for the taking. But he
still had his jeans on, and she wanted nothing between them. She unzipped his
pants, but before she could push them down like he had done for her he was
moving back and doing it himself. He had his jeans and boxer briefs off in
seconds flat. God, the man was built like the Hulk, and she wasn’t exaggerating
in the slightest. From his frame and bulging muscles, to the huge cock between
his thighs, Cadeon Morris was the epitome of the physical perfection of the
male form.

“I can’t count the number of times I have looked at
your mouth and imagined
your
plump and pink lips
wrapped around my dick.” He gripped the root of his shaft and stroked it from the
tip and then back down to the base. “Come here, Stella.”

She couldn’t move for several seconds as she was
riveted to what he was doing to himself.

“Come here and let me see how well my imagination
holds up to reality.”

Stella’s throat tightened, not from fear or
nervousness, but from extreme desire. She clenched her thighs together to, she hoped,
stop the flow of moisture that was leaving her at an embarrassingly quick rate.
Moving closer to him until their body heat combined as one, she felt beads of
sweat line the length of her spine.

He reached out and ran his thumb along her bottom
lip, and gently pulled her flesh down. His lips parted as he watched the act,
and when he let go of her just as gently, it was to place his hand on her
shoulder. “Get on your knees, Stella, and open that pretty mouth for my cock.” He
exerted some pressure on her shoulder until she was getting down on her knees.
His shaft was hard and pointing right at her face, and being this close showed
the prominent veins that lined the length. Stella had never thought a dick was
attractive in itself, but Cadeon’s was like a work of art, even as clichéd as
that sounded. His balls were big and hung right below his shaft, and, not
thinking and just
acting,
she lifted her hand and
cupped the heavy weight. The sound he made seemed painful, and she quickly
looked up but saw he had his eyes closed and this look of ecstasy on his face.

“That’s a good start, Stella.” He opened his eyes
and looked down at her. “Now suck my cock.”

She opened her mouth but kept her gaze with his.
When the tip of his erection brushed along her lips he made another gruff noise
and moved his hand behind her head so he could grab a chunk of her hair. He
pushed her further toward his cock until she was forced to take half of it in
her mouth. Mouth stretched wide and lips wrapped fully around his length,
Stella felt her eyes water at the sheer size of him. He filled her completely,
and that brought on a plethora of images of him trying to push his cock into
her pussy. His flavor was salty and musky, but there was this potency about him
that had her moving her tongue along the crown of his erection and licking away
the pre-cum that spilled from the hole at the tip.

“That’s it.” He grunted out those two words. “
Christ
, Stella, that is so fucking it,
baby,” he ground out and tugged at her hair until pleasure and pain coalesced
with each other.

She sucked as much as she could into her mouth,
feeling like she couldn’t get enough, even when the tip of his dick hit the
back of her throat and she gagged. She wanted more, wanted everything he had to
give her, and what she couldn’t reach with her mouth she got with her hand. She
rubbed and stroked the root of his dick at the same time she hollowed out her
cheeks and sucked on him like her life depended on it. He never once let go of
her hair, and in fact seemed to grow more manic with each passing second. Soon
he was thrusting his hips forward and retreating.
Back and
forth.
In and out, and all she could do was hold onto his thickly
muscled thigh with her hand and continue to give him a blowjob.

“
Motherfucker
.”
He swore and
cursed, and picked up his pace in thrusting in and out of his mouth. He was
fucking her, there was no doubt about that, and God, did she love it. Saliva
pooled in her mouth, and she moaned when she tasted a small jet of his salty
cum. But he pulled back almost as soon as it had happened. Spit and the remnants
of his semen slipped down her chin and landed on her breasts. Should she have
felt dirty for that? Maybe, but all she felt was this burning deep need inside
of her, like a fire had been started and only Cadeon could douse it.

“Stand up, and turn so your back is to me.” He spoke
low, and once again she didn’t dare think of denying him.

Once she was standing and turned around, she glanced
over her shoulder. He was stroking himself again, but his eyes were on her ass,
and there was this carnal look on his face.

“You have the most
fuckable
ass I have ever seen.” He lifted his eyes so he was looking at her now, and
moved closer. As he smoothed his hands along the mounds in a soft, gentle
caress, she closed her eyes and breathed out. But that gentleness left her when
he brought his palm down along one of her cheeks hard enough that the pain was
immediate. She curled her toes as intense heat rushed to her erotically abused
bottom.

Looking over her shoulder once more, she said,
“Cadeon—”

“
Shhh
.”
He was staring at her ass again, and just as she opened her mouth he spanked
her other cheek. The pain was intense, but what surprised her was the fact that
pleasure filled her, too, from the act. He spanked her over and over again,
alternating between her ass cheeks until she knew they were as red given how hot
they felt. He placed a hand in the center of her back and pressed her forward
until her upper body was flush with the top of the table. She had to stand on
her toes and spread her legs just to keep her balance.