Solitude (Artistic Pricks Ink #3) (17 page)

“Ah!” I scream, reaching out to steady myself by grabbing his thighs.

His tongue thrusts inside my pussy while my body rocks into him. The pleasure builds, my need to come is overwhelming, but this isn’t just about me. Pushing the zipper down on his jeans, I free his cock. The piercings have me instantly licking my lips.

Steadying myself on one hand, I wrap the other around his length. He moans long and hard, the vibrations going straight to my clit causing me to cry out again. Unable to help myself, I lean down and lick the head of his cock before sucking it into my mouth. Cupping his balls, I tease him with my tongue, tasting every inch of him, wanting to drive him just as crazy as he makes me.

His hand comes down hard on my ass. I moan around his cock, the pain fading into a burn that only drives me toward my orgasm like an injection of nitrous oxide into my veins. Taking him as deep as I can, I swallow around him just as his lips lock around my clit. My hand gives out and I nearly face plant onto him.

Letting his erection fall from my mouth, I grab his thighs and throw my head back, my release so close I can taste it. With one hand firmly clamped down on my ass, he slips the thumb of his other hand into my ass, the added pressure sending me over the edge. “Fuck!” I scream, my orgasm taking hold of me and rocking me to my core.

Mitch slows his movements, before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh as he helps me roll to my side.

My hair falls down, covering the smile that I feel spreading across my face. The mattress shifts as Mitch climbs from the bed. Brushing the hair from my eyes, I laugh as he fights to get off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. “There’s somethin’ real sexy about that striptease.”

“That so?” he asks, shaking his ass a bit before sliding back onto the bed beside me. “You sure you could see the pole from the audience?”

“Mhm,” I purr, running my fingers over the word ‘prick’ on his side. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a shot to work that pole?” I ask, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking from base to tip.

Wrapping his arm around me, he rolls to his back, pulling me with him. “Do your worst.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Releasing her hold on my throbbing dick, she winks and climbs from the bed.
Oh, fuck me, I’ll die of blue balls right here in her bed
. “Hey, hang on,” I say, leaning up. “Bring your ass back here, woman.”

The minute I knocked on Shelby’s door, and she told me to go away, I knew I couldn’t leave here until I saw her and made things right. I’d have done anything for another chance. Seeing what I had done to her face, even by accident, was a razor to my heart. I fully expected her to kick me out on my ass, but she didn’t. Here I am in this gorgeous woman’s bed, wanting nothing more than to stay here and lose myself in her all night long.

If she’d get the hell back over here, that is…

My eyes lock on the sway of her fabulous ass as she walks across the room away from me. Though my poor cock wants to cry at the loss, I’m enjoying the hell out of the show. Bending down, she grabs the tie from her robe. “Do you trust me?” she asks, holding it up between her fingers.

My dick stands at attention, fucking ready to beg. Jesus, this woman makes me crazed.

“More than anyone else on the planet,” I reply without hesitation.

“Good.” She smiles, the look on her face is damn near enough to make my blow my load. “Scoot up to the pillows and raise your arms above your head.”

Doing as she asked, my eyes are fixed on her teeth worrying that plump bottom lip as she ties my wrists to the wooden headboard. When she reaches across me to do the other arm, her tits brush my face. Moving my head, I try desperately to get one of her nipples in my mouth. I wasn’t lying when I said I was going to taste every inch of her tonight; the sooner, the better.

Grabbing my jaw with one hand, she bends down and kisses me hard. Biting down on my lip, she sucks it into her mouth, making my fucking toes curl. She breaks the kiss just as fast, her fingers slipping between the tie to check the tightness of my makeshift restraints before running down my arm. Tracing a line down my chest, she grins, stopping just shy of where I want her. Fucking tease. “I like you all tied up and helpless. You’re all mine to play with however I want. Nowhere for you to run.”

“You enjoy teasin’ me,” I deadpan, my eyes tracing the panels of lace and flowers running along her ribs, from her hip, to just below her breasts and the sexy as fuck purple and gold garter belt tattoo on her left thigh. The feather and jewels look three dimensional. It’s spectacular work and it makes me jealous as hell I wasn’t the one with my hands on her for hours while it was being inked on her porcelain skin. “Just wait until it’s the other way around, baby. I plan to trace every line of ink on that body of yours with my tongue while you’re tied to this bed, just as soon as I get free.”

“Call it anticipation, Mitch.” Straddling my thighs, she grips my cock. “I really like these,” she informs me, running her thumb over the barbells.

“Good, I’m so glad,” I moan desperately, arching into her touch. “Sweetness, I’m all for delaying gratification and drawing out the pleasure of the moment, but for fuck’s sake, I’m going to die if any more of my blood supply goes to my cock.”

She strokes slowly, her smile only getting bigger when my thighs jolt beneath her. My hands ball into fists, the erotic pleasure of being restrained has moved toward insanity. I need to touch her. Leaning up on her knees, Shelby rubs her clit over the head of my cock. “Mmm, Mitch, you feel so good.” She licks her lips, her eyes closing as she brings her other hand up to squeeze her breast. She tugs on her nipple, rolling it between her fingers. My mouth waters.

“Shelby, have mercy,” I beg, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head. “You’ll never get a condom on me before I come now.”

She stops moving, her face going completely serious. “I’m on the pill and you’re the only one who’s had me without a rubber.”

“You’re the only one I’ve been with since…”

The blue in her eyes changes, softening so that my words are lost. I can see the surprise written all over her face. Shelby has believed what everyone else assumed after Becky died: that I was fucking my way through my grief. That was fine with me, let people think whatever the fuck they want, they didn’t know shit anyway. The front I put up was to keep everyone away, to keep from feeling something I was afraid of losing again. That’s why my times at the strip club were beneficial. The girls there were safe. Look, but don’t touch. I could offer obscene amounts for private sessions, only to be turned down and sometimes even kicked out.

Sex isn’t a meaningless act to me. It never was. The connection that comes with joining two bodies together as one is something that can’t be taken lightly. In my mind, that only cheapens the intimacy that comes along with the act. Call me old fashioned, but I want to know more about you than your name, age, and bra size before I stick my dick in you. Even when I bent Shelby over my couch and drove into her like a man crazed, it meant something.

“I don’t want anything between us, Mitch.”

Shelby sinks down onto my cock, slowly, pulling me from my thoughts. My fingers wrap around the tie holding my wrists to the headboard, desperate to ground myself to something. Her eyes are dark, hooded from her arousal. “Fuck, you’re sexy. Ride me, baby. Make yourself come on my cock.”

“You don’t get a say in this,” she smirks, rolling her hips. Reaching behind her to grip my thighs, she arches her back, giving me a perfect view of her hard, pink nipples. Digging in her nails, Shelby finally moves. Her tits bounce as she fucks me.

Unable to help myself, I thrust my hips in time with her, wanting to stay as deep inside her as possible. The bed bounces beneath us as Shelby moves faster and faster. She is the total definition of sexy, taking her pleasure from my body while I can do little more than watch. My eyes fix on where we’re joined. My dick sliding in and out of her, again and again.

As fucking beautiful as it is to watch this, it’s torture not to be able to touch her.

Yanking my wrists, I fight to free myself. My only goal is touching her, to get my hands and mouth on her like I have been aching for so long to do. I can’t take the sweet torture another second. “Let me loose,” I grunt, pulling against the headboard. “Changing my mind. I have to touch you. Now.”

“Is that so?” Shelby slows her movements, tormenting us both. “Where do you want to touch me, honey?” she asks, grinning wickedly. Releasing her hold on my thighs, she sits upright, leaving me buried inside her to the hilt, but unable to move. “Here?” she asks, running a hand over her abdomen, skimming the intricate lacework of her tattoo. “Or here?” she asks, cupping her tits and squeezing. Fuck! “I bet you’d have my nipples in your mouth right now, wouldn’t you, Mitch?” she moans, tugging her nipples between her finger and thumb. “Do you want to bite them, tug them between your teeth, so that I scream your name? Would you be rough with me, baby? Make sure I’m sore for days and feel where you’ve been every time I move? Would you mark me?”

“Goddamn, you’re evil,” I groan, my dick throbbing inside her, aching as it grows harder the more she speaks.

Her right hand moves down her body, instantly taking all my attention. “What about here?” she asks, her hand brushing over her pussy.

“There isn’t an inch of you I don’t want to bite, kiss, lick, suck, or fuck, until I’ve marked every inch of you. You’re driving me fucking crazy!” I roar, pulling harder on my bindings. “Dammit, Shel, just wait until…”

“So feisty,” she murmurs, closing her eyes. She lets out a long moan as she circles her clit with her fingers. My heart nearly stops at the sight of her taunting me. “Mmm, it feels so good. I’m gonna come, Mitch. Is that what you want?”

“Shelby,” I warn, gripping the rope harder and thrusting my hips up into her as I fight to get free. “You aren’t coming until I say. When I get free, I’m going to fuck you through a wall.”

“Ah!” she cries out, her pussy clamping down on me like a goddamn vise. She is killing me. Opening her eyes, she stares down at me, her fingers moving faster and faster. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She rocks her hips into me before rising up so that I nearly slip from her completely. “How bad do you want it, baby?” she purrs, slamming back down onto my cock. “You have no idea how hot you look right now. Maybe I should drag this out for a while so I can really enjoy it.”

The headboard cracks and creaks behind me as I fight to get free, as if my life depends on it. The ties tighten around my wrists almost to the point of pain. Tugging with everything I have in me, the wood gives, my wrists flying forward as the slats snap free of the bed.

Shelby gasps, her eyes widening as I free my hands and roll us both, pinning her back to the mattress. “Now,” I growl, gripping her wrists and holding them tightly above her head. “It’s. My. Turn.”

Palming her breast, I lean down and flick her nipple with my tongue. “Mmm,” I groan, sucking it into my mouth before grazing it with my teeth. I drive into her again and again. She cries out my name, digging her nails into my forearms. “Did you honestly think I’d let you get off without me touching you?” I ask, releasing her nipple with a pop and meeting her eyes. “Without my mouth on you?” My lips run up her chest to her neck. “You drive me fucking crazy, it’s only fair I make you crazy while fucking you.”

“Mitch!” she shouts again, wrapping her thigh around my back. “Please.”

Releasing my grip on her wrists, I slip my hand between our bodies and find her clit. “Arch your back,” I bark out, fisting her hair with my other hand and yanking the strands. “Shove those perfect tits in my face.”

The broken headboard slams against the wall with every thrust of my hips. I latch onto her nipple again, and Shelby explodes, screaming my name. Wrapping her arms around me, she claws at my back, shattering beneath me like glass and I fucking love it. Unable to slow down, I drive toward my own release.

Leaning back, I lose her nipple, meeting her eyes briefly before taking her mouth with mine. I pour everything I have into kissing her. I swallow her cries as I fall apart. Her name is all that leaves my lips as I find my release. Collapsing onto her, I take in everything about this moment in time, not wanting to forget a single detail of the way she feels wrapped around me.

Rolling us to our sides, I brush the hair from her face and press my lips to her forehead. She sighs, curling her body into mine. Fuck, the way her body fits against mine has me wanting her again already. Her hand runs up my arm, her fingers brushing the stubble on my jaw. She opens her eyes, the flushed look on her face, and messed up hair make me smile. I swear she has never looked more beautiful than she does right now.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey,” I reply, brushing my thumb over her kiss swollen lips.

“You owe me a bed.”

“Mornin’ boys,” I say, walking through the doors of the shop. Luke sits on the counter going over papers, while Charlie is giving instructions to a guy as he wraps his calf muscle. Mitch looks up from his light box the moment he hears my voice, I can feel his heated gaze as I cross the room, toward my desk.

It’s been over a month since the night Mitch showed up at my house. Now that the stubborn ass has returned to his normal day shifts again, every day is spent working with him at the shop or with the girls planning stuff for our sexy little business venture. At night, he and I hide away from the world and nothing exists but us.

The routine at the shop is more chaotic than ever, but we have all found some balance in it. With the upstairs renovations in full swing, everything is coming together for us to open ahead of schedule and way under budget.

“You were gone when I woke up,” Mitch purrs into my ear from behind, his arms circling my waist.

“Had to meet the contractor early this morning,” I reply, turning in his arms. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

Tilting my chin up, he kisses me slow and deep. My toes curl. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sigh. He tastes like caramel, coffee, and Mitch. All three of my vises rolled into one delicious kiss that has me starting to regret not hitting the snooze button before getting out of bed.