Ink Inspired-epub (6 page)

He stayed kneeling in front of her, his gaze openly hungry. “Gotta say, Shea, love the fucking pink bows on black lace.”

She blushed and lowered her head. She loved wearing sexy things under her clothes, and now that she’d seen that hungry look on Shep’s face, she’d be sure to
always
wear something sexy for him.

At least underneath her clothes.

His calloused fingers slid up her body as he stood, bringing her closer. “God, Shea, you’re beautiful.”

He took her lips before she could answer, leaving her breathless.

His fingers made quick work of her bra, and he tossed it over his shoulder. Her breasts fell, heavy, her nipples already hard little peaks.

He brushed his thumb over one peak, plucked it, then did the same to the other. She arched, wanting more.

“Look at these nipples of yours, baby. Like berries, suckable, ready for my tongue.” He bent down, captured one in his mouth, and sucked.

Her pussy clenched, and she moaned.

Hell, he felt so good.

His tongue flicked her nipple, and then he bit down gently. The shocking sting went straight to her core, and she rubbed her legs together, needing release.

He pulled back and gripped her hips. “No you don’t. You don’t get to make yourself come. That’s my job. My treat.”

“Shep.”

He had to be kidding.

She needed to come.

Now.

“Nope. Go sit on the couch and spread your legs, baby.”

She sucked in a breath at the order, but did as she was told. The quicker she did it, the faster Shep would let her come. It didn’t make sense to dawdle.

She sank into the cushions, blushed, and spread her legs so he could see how drenched her panties were. There would be no hiding from him now.

“Jesus. You’re so fucking wet I can see it with your panties on. You want this as much as I do.”

“I want it more,” she said, leaving herself vulnerable.

“Oh, honey, I don’t think it’s a competition. We’ll tie in this.” He sank to his knees, fully clothed, and pressed his face to her pussy, inhaling.

“Shep!” She tried to close her legs and move away, but he pressed her thighs with his large hands, keeping her open.

“Nah-uh, baby. You smell so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He twisted his fingers in the sides of her panties and tugged them down her legs. He tossed those over his shoulder too.

The man was really working on making a mess of her house in short order.

All thoughts of a clean house and her clothes fled her mind when Shep lowered his head and took one long swipe along her clit.

Her butt rose off the couch, pressing her heat closer to his face. He pushed her back down then went to work, licking, sucking, and nibbling. He licked around her clit then moved the hood back to suck hard.

Her body shook, her legs going numb as she came with that one lick.

Her arms tingled, and her pussy clenched, wanting more.

Jesus, the man was good.

“Fuck, Shea, you came so hard, so quick. I knew you’d be responsive, but hell. I’m going to make you do it again. And again. Got me?”

“Whatever you say,” she rasped out, too much in her pleasure zone to care.

He went back to what he was doing before and licked along the seam of her lower lips before moving his hand so his fingers found her wet, aching center.

He pumped his finger within her pussy then added two more as he sucked her clit. Her body, already high from her previous orgasm, shook then tightened as she rose again. He fucked her with his fingers and moaned against her. His beard scraped against the soft skin of her inner thighs, and she came, the sensation too much for her to hold back.

She’d never come like that during sex.

Let alone more than once.

And she hadn’t even seen him naked yet.

Go, Shep!

No. Go,
Shea
!

He moved back and kissed up her body until he found her mouth. Her limbs heavy, she used all her strength to tangle her fingers in his hair. She could taste herself on his lips, and it made her even hotter.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Shep pulled back and stripped.

Her eyes greedily took his body in. He was broad, built, tan, muscular…perfect. His tats covered his arms, thighs, and chest. They were fucking hot. He also had a little tat on his hipbone she knew she’d have to lick later.

Her gaze caught the metal adorning him, and she blinked. “You’re pierced.”

Shep chuckled and ran a hand over the barbells in his nipples. “Yeah, and I can’t wait to have your tongue on them.”

Her gaze lowered, and she swallowed hard.

“It’s a dydoe piercing,” Shep explained. He had two barbells on the top of his cock near the tip. They weren’t that large in respect to his cock, but damn, it had to have to hurt.

“Didn’t they hurt?”

“Hell yeah, but it’s worth it. You’ll see. The piercings will hit that one spot in that sweet pussy of yours, and you’ll never want to leave my cock.”

She bit her lip and squirmed on the couch. “What about if I….” She blushed. Jesus. She’d just had the man’s mouth on her pussy, yet she couldn’t say the words.

“Later, when I fuck that mouth of yours and have that little tongue run up and down my cock, you’ll see. You don’t have a tongue ring, so it won’t be a problem if you give me head while I have the piercings in.”

She blinked up at him. “So if I were to get a tongue ring?” Not that she’d ever thought about it, but she knew from others that tongue rings meant amazing blow jobs—there, she at least thought the word—for men. And if what she was thinking was right, Shep’s piercings were for her, not for him. It would only be right to return the favor.

She squirmed again.

“Fuck, baby. If you do that, then I’ll take them out when you want to go down on me. Right now though? Now I want to fuck you hard because I’m about to blow. You get me?”

Oh, she totally got him.

He pulled her up to her feet, steadied her, and then sat down on the couch. She watched as he rolled a condom down his length.

“Where did you get that?”

“It was in my jeans pocket, baby. If you hadn’t been paying so much attention to my cock—not that I mind—you would have seen. Now hop on. Ride me.”

She smiled and did as she was told, straddling his thighs. His cock brushed her pussy, and she gasped.

“Holy shit, Shea. You’re so fucking wet.” Shep met her gaze, and she sucked in a breath, waiting.

She placed both hands behind his head on the couch, bracing herself. Shep’s hands palmed her ass, squeezing, teasing.

Slowly, their gazes never wavering, she slid down his cock, the wide girth stretching her, but since she’d just come twice, she was slick and ready for him.

She rocked her hips slightly as she sank onto him, and he sucked in a breath. Yes, he liked that. Finally, she was fully seated, and she had to sit for a moment, trying to get used to the feel of him deep within her.

“This is heaven, Shea. Pure, fucking heaven.”

She agreed, but she couldn’t speak. Not right then. Finally, when she could breathe, she rocked again then slid up his cock.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

She went slowly up then slammed back down, loving the way both of them gasped at the same time.

“Do that again.”

“Of course,” she whispered.

She repeated the action, over and over. Shep kept one hand on her ass, balancing her, while the other hand roamed, palming her breast then moving down to slide over her clit. She never let her gaze leave Shep’s though. While she would have loved to throw her head back, close her eyes, and ride him like a cowgirl, right then, all she wanted to do was have this moment with him.

Have him know what he did to her.

From the look on his face, he knew.

She quickened the pace, feeling her inner walls tighten, her breasts grow heavy, and that tingle racing up her spine.

“Come now, Shea. I’m gonna go with you.”

Needing no other motivation, she came hard, her pace never slowing. She felt Shep come inside the condom buried within her even as he shouted her name.

Their gazes locked and never broke.

“Let’s do that again,” Shea breathed.

Shep rocked his hips, and she moaned. “Give me two minutes, and I’ll go fuck you on your bed. You’ve come three times, so I’ll do all the work.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said into his neck.

“Damn straight.”

And he totally did most of the work when he fucked her on her bed a few minutes later. She helped though.

Some.

Shep groaned, images of the previous week’s activities filling his mind. He leaned against the shower stall, needing to breathe. Jesus, he’d spent the past week working or by Shea’s side.

Or inside Shea.

Yeah, he liked that part too.

He needed to stop thinking about the way she made those little moans and how her body flushed all over as she wiggled on his cock. He needed to get to the café to meet Austin, and going there with a fucking hard-on wouldn’t be the best thing.

But
fuck
.

The image of Shea on her knees, his cock tapping against her lips, and her fingers in her pussy as she fucked herself filled his mind.

He gripped his cock, using the soap he’d just used on his body to slide up and down the length. He squeezed hard then fucked his hand harder. He closed his eyes, imagined his hand was Shea’s warm little mouth, that each squeeze was her hollowing her cheeks, sucking him hard, that each movement of his thumb on the crown was her tongue darting out, licking and tasting him.

Shea gave fucking great head, and she knew it now. Those losers she’d dated before didn’t know the gem they’d had. Oh yeah, they knew she was hot because there was no denying that, but the fact that she laughed and gave great head made him want more.

Oh yeah, she was perfect for him.

He pumped his hips, fucking his fist while imagining Shea’s pretty lips around his cock, her fingers finding that plump flesh between her legs.

He came hard, throwing his head back against the shower wall, his seed spilling to the floor as the water washed it down the drain.

Holy fuck.

Now he was rubbing one off in the shower like some damn high school kid even though he was regularly getting laid.

Shea would be the death of him, but what a way to go.

He finished washing up, his cock still semi-hard, but that seemed to be the norm when he was thinking about Shea, around Shea, or just breathing.

After he pulled on some clothes, he made his way to the café where Austin would be waiting. His cousin had shown up two days before, but instead of staying with him, he decided to stay with another of their friends.

Apparently Austin wanted to give Shep some time with Shea.

He’d take it.

Austin was sitting underneath one of the covered tables on the patio, sipping his coffee, a grin on his face that couldn’t hide the weariness. Something was going on with his cousin, and Shep didn’t know what to do about it or even if he
should
do something about it. Hopefully, staying in New Orleans at least for a couple weeks to chill would help with whatever the heck was going on.

“It’s about time you showed up,” Austin said then took another sip of his coffee. Shep sat down next to his cousin, tired as all hell since he hadn’t had enough sleep. “Your coffee by the way? Fucking amazing. I mean Denver is all about clean air and health. I love the brews, the microbrews, the views, everything. I wouldn’t change it for anything. But down here? Coffee is pure decadence. Pure indulgence.”

The waitress came over, and Shep held up two fingers. Shea was joining them soon, and the waitress knew what Shep liked. The little redhead smiled prettily, her eyes an open invitation, but he just smiled and shook his head.

She walked away, still smiling, but not as brightly.

“She tried that flutter and smile with me as well,” Austin said as he lay back in his chair, the tattoo on his shoulders peeking around the collar of his shirt.

“And you didn’t take her up on it? You’re losing your touch.”

Austin raised a brow. “You didn’t either. And it’s too early in the day for that shit. Plus, she’s like what, twenty? Technically, she could be our kid.”

Shep groaned. “Jesus. Why the fuck did you say that? Now I feel really old. And I didn’t take her up on that because I’m with Shea. There’s no way I’d skip out on her for anything, let alone that.”

He shut his mouth as the waitress set down the two drinks, her eyes still inviting.

“Thanks,” Shep said, his voice gruff. If she didn’t take the hint, then he’d say it, but she should be able to read signals if she was going to flirt like this in public.

“I’m here if you need me. For
anything
.”

She fluttered her eyelashes and sauntered off.

“Jesus. I am officially too old for this shit.”

Austin gave a rusty chuckle. “Good to know you want to stay faithful to Shea. Not saying you’ve ever cheated—I don’t do that shit either. But it’s still good to know where this is heading.”

“Why don’t you just ask me what you’re fishing for?” Seriously, the Montgomerys were always up in all the family’s business. It didn’t matter that Shep was far away. He was still family.

Austin took another sip. “Things serious between you and Shea? You’re not getting any younger, you know.”

“We’re the same age, so stop bringing up the old man crap. And as for me and Shea?” He sat back and thought about it. He’d had a couple of serious relationships before, but nothing that’d made him want to rush to the altar or picture the woman round with his child. Shea though? She was different. “Yeah, it’s serious.”

“Good to know, man. Good to know.” Austin’s gaze brightened as he looked over Shep’s shoulder. “And here she is. Hey, Shea. Good to see you again.”

They’d met when Austin had first come to New Orleans. He’d taken one look at her and announced he was staying at another friend’s rather than Shep’s.

Good man.

Shep turned and sucked in a breath.