Tattoos and Transformations (13 page)

“I’ll just warm you up, then.”

She pressed on his shoulders. “How about I warm you up first? I’d love to suck on your cock. It turns me on.”

“When you say stuff like that I can’t say no.” He rolled off her and slipped off his jeans and boxers. His hard cock popped out. Giving him a blow job in her undies would enhance the experience for both of them, she bet. She flung off her sandals, whipped off her top, and slid out of her jeans.

Clint whistled. “I’m likin’ the outfit, darlin’.”

“It’s new. I bought it with you in mind.” He crawled onto the bed and knelt in front of her. There was so much to touch and taste. “I don’t know where to begin. It’s like I’m staring at a blank canvas, and next to me is all fresh paint.”

“You know, it might be fun to body paint each other.” She laughed. “You wouldn’t be able to last ten minutes.” Nor would she if he stroked her with a brush.

He pulled her up onto her knees and touched his lips to hers without really kissing her. Their breaths mingled as if they were sharing one heart. He pulled away. “You’d be right.”
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When his hand shot to the back of her bra to unhook it, she leaned away from him. “No, no. I get to go first. You kinda promised. Be good.”

“I never said I wouldn’t touch you.”

“It was implied.” She dropped down onto her heels, leaned over, and grabbed his cock.

He gasped. She loved it when a man was on the edge, which both Clint and Morgan always seemed to be. Using her tongue, she pretended she was painting a flower on the tip.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m painting you.”

He groaned. Pleased with the fact he seemed to be working hard to control himself, she leaned over again and got to work on her
design
. Once the tip was sufficiently wet, she engaged her fingers on the shaft. “I need to paint some leaves.” His brows pinched, but she didn’t care. Using the edge of her nail, she drew the leaves, including all of the veins.

He grabbed her shoulders. “You’re driving me mad. Suck me hard.”

“Be patient.” To give him some relief, she cupped his sac and rolled his balls but continued to touch him with the softest of strokes.

“Now to paint in between the lines.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“I’m hoping to blow your mind.”

The front door opened and Morgan called her name. “In here.” Just to give Clint something to hang on to, she drew him into her mouth. The moment his cock reached her tonsils, he started pumping into her.

“Jesus.”

Morgan strode in. “You call?”

Clint didn’t answer. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Morgan undress. When he climbed onto the bed, she didn’t know what to do or how to handle both of them.

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Clint took the decision out of her hands. “I have to fuck you.

Right now.”

He scrambled off the bed and located some condoms from the side drawer. “If I had more time, I’d fuck you in the ass, but I can’t wait.” For a split second she was disappointed because she didn’t want to wait, either.

“Bro, that’s not fair to Dakota. Let me taste her sweet honey first, and then you can have her.”

Instead of leaving the decision up to Clint, she dropped onto her back and smiled up at Morgan. “I love when you eat me.” Clint bared his teeth. “Can you help me out here?” He moved closer and presented his cock to her.

She lifted on her elbows. “Does your cock need some loving?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Morgan, I need to lean against the headboard so I have a better angle to suck on Clint’s cock.” She scooted backward and Morgan dropped between her legs.

With her back supported, her hands were free to make love to Clint’s glorious dick. She grabbed his shaft and pulled him toward her mouth. He balanced on one knee and placed one hand on the wall behind her. When she opened her mouth to draw him in, she also cupped his balls and squeezed. They were as hard as the granite slab up on the mountain ridge.

Moving slowly, she lowered her head and increased the suction.

Clint growled and pressed his cock farther into her mouth. Morgan must have gotten tired of waiting because he pressed his thumbs into her thighs and stabbed his tongue into her pussy. A powerful electric current streaked up her body. Her breath caught. She must have reacted by tightening down on Clint’s cock because he palmed her head.

“Easy, darlin’.”

She loosened her grip. The second she relaxed, Morgan went on the attack again. Instead of just licking her, he threaded two fingers
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into her pussy and curled his fingers. The pressure ignited more nerves. She dragged her heels up to her butt and lifted to give Morgan more access. He withdrew the tempting fingers, opened his mouth wide, and sucked hard on her wet, creamy pussy. His tongue flicked her clit, making her juices flow. She wiggled and bucked in dire need of something more.

Clint reached over and slid his hand under her bra cup and pressed down on her nipple. Shards of delight raced through her. The lust filling her overwhelmed her senses.

“I want a cock.”

Clint pressed his cock farther into her mouth. “Take mine.” That was not what she meant, but she’d enjoyed what she had.

Her left hand tightened its hold and lifted up and down while her mouth played with the tip. Clint placed his other knee on the bed and cupped the back of her head. She swallowed to take in more of his thick cock. Both her mouth and hand went to work trying to push him over the edge. From his groans and moans he was close.

Morgan slid a hand under her ass to support her. His tongue increased in speed and matched her rhythm with Clint. Just as she squeezed him tight, he drove into her mouth and stilled. His cock enlarged. Hot jism beads coated the back of her throat. She tilted her head back to be able to swallow his salty cum.

Clint didn’t move, but Morgan sure did. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and stabbed them into and out of her, making her more desperate with each thrust.

Her moans increased and Clint must have taken mercy on her. He slipped off the bed. Morgan stopped the wonderful finger-fucking and drew up alongside her. He kissed her hard at first then slowed, taking his time now that Clint was not there.

Morgan nibbled on her bottom lip. “I want you to ride me.” She never could turn down a request like that. “Okay.” Morgan scooted on his elbows and picked up a condom off the bed. He had it ripped open and covering his cock in two seconds.

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Then he rolled her on top of him. He dragged his hands up her back and through her hair. “I want you.”

His plea nearly took her over the edge. She got on her knees and sat on his fat cock. Her juices made both of them slick as she rubbed back and forth.

Morgan clasped her waist.

“Lift up.”

She did and he picked up his cock and placed the tip at her opening. If she’d not been so turned-on, she would have slid down slowly. Instead, she drove his cock into her hard, causing her entire pussy to burst into flames. As soon as the pulses stopped beating, she lifted onto her knees and slid back down. Morgan pressed his thumb against her clit and spikes of rioting pleasure blasted her.

She was so focused on fucking Morgan that she didn’t hear Clint return until the bed dipped behind her. His hands clasped over her tits and his lips found her shoulder. “Can you bend over a bit more?” He’d probably been gone only a minute or two, yet his cock was almost hard again. She’d never be able to keep up with these two. She did as he asked, and Morgan removed his hand. Even though he wasn’t thrumming on her little nub, the change in angle got her clit more involved.

Clint removed his hands. A jar opened. It was the same smell as the lube he’d used before. She tensed her ass. “Are you going to come in my ass?”

“No, darlin’. You’re not ready, but I want to play with it.” She liked that idea. Having Morgan’s dick in her pussy was enough for her right now. When Clint slathered the goo on her hole, memories of the dildo slammed through her. “Do you have that other fake one?”

“Sure, darlin’. I can get that for you.”

“Yes, please.”

She rode Morgan for all he was worth, thrilled at the way he closed his eyes and grunted with each thrust.

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“Babe, you’re killing me.”

That was probably because she kept stopping to talk to Clint.

Morgan’s hand came up to her hips. “Let me do the moving. That way Clint can put that plug in you.”

The first of Morgan’s thrusts electrified her. Between her clit rubbing against his large cock and his powerful cock inside her, her pussy was being heated up beyond her wildest dreams. Then lubed fingers delved into her ass. The combination shot her to another world.

Clint drove his finger into her, making that tight ring give up its tension. Once her ass accepted his probing, he withdrew and pressed the fake cock against her hole. It only took a few twists and turns to get the dildo to pop past the tight sentry. Maybe it was because her pussy was so engaged at the moment that she willingly accepted the addition. Using tiny back-and-forth thrusts, the dildo made its way inside. As soon as it got to the end, Morgan’s cock seemed larger.

He must have sensed her dilemma for his fucking slowed, and then stopped. Maybe her eyes had glassed over. “Taking my time is killing me. Is that thing in her ass yet?” Clint leaned over her back. “Yes.”

Morgan gripped her hips harder and drove into her. He opened his eyes, but they lacked focus. His breaths came out fast as he increased his speed. Clint had one hand on the dildo, pulling and pushing into her ass while his other hand squeezed and plucked one nipple then the other. The swollen, engorged tips radiated pleasurable pain. The three-way sensations made her body sizzle with electrifying chaos.

Every nerve lit on fire and her climax neared the breaking point.

Clint’s chest pressed against her back and he ran a tongue along her ear. “I love you.”

Her heart stopped for a second until she realized he must have said that in the heat of passion. Either her mouth was too dry to respond or the return words wouldn’t form despite the truth.

“Come on, babe. Come for me.” Morgan’s desperate plea drew her back to the thrill pulsating up her pussy.

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Delicious flames of desire wrapped around her. She pressed down on his cock over and over again, loving his cries of passion each time she milked him. Clint moved the dildo in a different direction, hitting a slew of new erotic spots. Morgan packed her full and she couldn’t hang on. Her orgasm toppled her, sweeping her away. She lifted her head and let out a guttural cry. Morgan’s cock exploded a second later.

Heat filled her. Clint held the dildo at the end and sucked hard on her shoulder. Blood continued to pound in her head, and she had to gulp in air to catch her breath.

A minute or more went by before Clint withdrew the fake cock.

She lifted off Morgan and dropped to the side. Only Clint seemed able to stand. He returned with two towels. He tossed one onto Morgan’s stomach and cleaned her up.

“I need a moment before I move.”

Morgan rolled his head in her direction. “You can stay forever if you like.”

Once more she tamped down her thrill. It was just a saying.

Morgan lifted on his elbow. “So. What did you need to talk to me about?”

He wanted to talk now? “Harley is stealing.”
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Chapter Twelve

Morgan sat up. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He wasn’t angry per se, but the unexpected news seemed to throw him.

“I just found out today. This was my first day at the job.” He looped an errant hair behind her ear. “Sorry, babe. Tell me what happened.”

“Harley isn’t stealing from you, but he is from the customers.” She detailed how he’d overcharge the customers, put the correct amount in the till, and pocketed the rest. “He said some of the customers don’t tip well, and to ensure he got what was due him, he’d charge more.”

“Didn’t the customers complain? The prices are listed.”

“Harley would always add a bit of extra color or do something that looked somewhat fancier than they asked for. I only saw him do it to two people, so maybe it doesn’t happen all the time.” Clint sat on the edge of the bed. “Why not install a hidden camera? That way, you’ll have documentation.” His eyes brightened. “Good idea. You know anyone who does surveillance?”

“Travis Easton does. He’s a good guy. You want me to contact him?”

“Sure. He’ll need to install it at night, though. We don’t want Harley to know.”

Clint smiled. “There’s nothing Travis likes more than catching the bad guys. No problem. I’ll give him a call. The guy never sleeps.”

“Tell him the company lawyer contacted you because he heard

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you talking ’bout Travis and he wanted only the best.”

“Sure, but we can trust Travis to keep his mouth shut.”

“See if you can avoid leaking my name.”

Clint nodded, got up, and scavenged through two pairs of pants to find his phone. He waved his cell and disappeared into the hall. When he came back he was smiling. “All set. I said I’d meet him with the key to get in. He’ll install something tomorrow night.”