Uncaged (An MMA Stepbrother Romance) (5 page)

“Why do you do this?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer, but just keeps kissing me. I feel the dab of his tongue on my shoulder, then feel the press of his teeth.

“You smell so good,” he whispers. “Get up on that chair.”

“We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Pierce…”

His finger dips beneath the elastic of my underwear. His huge hand is so warm, it leaves my skin aching and hot. Fingers thread through my pubic hair, and a ball of energy, pure longing, starts to grow in my gut.

“Really,” I say, half-heartedly trying to pry his hand out. “Not here.” My voice is barely a whisper.

“You want it,” he tells me. He turns me slightly, makes me look at him. I stare into his light, ashy eyes. They’re determined, full of lust, full of wanting.

I go to shake my head, try to say ‘no’, but as I part my lips he claims them in his, and he kisses me with crushing force. His tongue is in my mouth, and he’s taking from me what he wants. His finger dips into my folds, and I moan softly at the fleeting hints of pleasure.

“You do want me,” he says as he breaks the kiss. He presses his forehead against my own, pulls his finger up to my clit. It’s already a hard stub. “I can feel it.”

I open my mouth again, let him kiss me, let him bite my lower lip, let him send his tongue inside to dance with my own.

“Oh,” I breathe, turning in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck. He lifts me off the floor easily, pushes me up against the wall. Photographs of tattoos previously pinned to the corkboard scatter onto the floor. His arms aren’t shaking, and his hands are groping my ass.

The press of his bulge is against my inner thigh, and I look down his body to see it, prominent through his jeans. I send a hand down, cup him, feel his hardness, rigid as steel. Longing, lust, it blooms inside me.

No, more like it booms inside me, a firework going off. Oh, God, I want to pull him out, wrap my fingers around him.

No! I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. I can’t believe I’m unraveling like this. At my place of
work!
This is so unprofessional.

That’s when it clicks. He’s no good for me. I’m supposed to be here trying to make a name for myself, trying to start my career as an artist, and I’m being derailed by him. He’s already gotten me into enough trouble!

Jesus, we both almost lost our
lives!

But fuck if he isn’t sexy. Fuck if I don’t want him, every inch of his hot-as-hell body. Fuck if he doesn’t make me feel like the most beautiful, most desired girl on this planet, the way he devours me, plays me like an instrument. He knows my every button, and he wants to push them all. He wants to pluck every single string.

Somehow, he knows how to uncage my desire. He only needs to draw me close to him, promise me the pleasure I know he’s good for, to pick that lock.

I hate that, to him, I’m so seemingly easy to conquer. I hate that it seems like I have no defenses, no walls or barricades. He melts through them all, sees straight through me.

Why do I always let him get what he wants?

Pierce sets me down, spins me around, and holds my hips and pulls them into his own. I feel his hardness on my ass, and his other hand goes to my breast and squeezes hard.

In a flash he’s undoing the button to my jeans, and he pulls down the zip before I can stop him, and his whole hand is inside my underwear, and I’m throwing my head back against his shoulder while he kisses the top of mine.

I feel his fingers slide down my sex, and my whole body buzzes with anticipation, a heady thrum, and I know in my heart that I’m ready to give in, to let him take from me every single thing he wants… right here and right now.

He plays with my pearl, rubs it in circles, teases me. He pulls strands of bliss from my core. He winds up my spring, tighter and tighter, and that ball of energy inside me keeps expanding, a pressure in my abdomen.

My heart races faster, my breaths draw quicker, and our bodies writhe together synchronously as one. He pushes a thick finger inside me, and I clench my jaw to stop from moaning. He rubs my front wall, turns my legs to jelly, and then his lips are at my ear again.

“I need you,” he tells me.

I press my ear into his lips, want him to kiss it, want to feel the bite of his teeth on my lobe.

He’s guiding me to the chair, the one my client was just seated in. He pushes me into it, I flop down into the cotton cushioning, and hear the crackle of the sterile wrap that gets replaced for each customer.

My eyes go toward the doorway that adjoins the tattooing room to the waiting room. It’s just a curtain, a sheet of fabric that hangs down from wooden rings set into the frame.

“Wait,” I gargle, trying to push him off me, but his hungry hands are having their way with me. I realize that he’s in control. I realize this is all about him today.

He pulls up my tank, rolls it over my breasts, and with one finger tugs my bra cup to one side.

“Pierce,” I whimper, but I find myself lifting my breasts to meet his lips. He sucks on my nipple, gives me a small bite, and then grins playfully up at me, my hardened bud in between his teeth.

Anticipation… urgency… longing… it’s all coursing through me, all egging me on, all telling me that I
have
to let him do this to me, here, now, because I can’t possibly resist.

Because I don’t want him to stop.

“Damn it,” I hiss, and I hold his head against me, savor the feel of his wet, insatiable tongue ringing my nipple. I yelp when he bites me again, and I push him off me, finger on his forehead, and wag it at him.

“Not so hard.”

His eyes bore into mine, and I can see his lust for me playing out in every feature on his face. From the way the muscles in his jaw twitch, to the way his eyes won’t ever leave my body. He wants me. No, he
needs
me.

“You are so fuckable,” he growls, dipping his head to smell me behind my ear. Expecting a compliment that isn’t crass from Pierce is like expecting diamonds to rain from the sky.

He’s back at my jeans, and now he’s tugging them down my legs. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I help him by wiggling out of them. Now I’m in the seat, just in my underwear. All thoughts of modesty evaporate when I see the look in his eyes.

He settles in between my legs, tugs my underwear to one side, and before I can protest he drapes his hot, wet tongue over my sex.

I jolt in the seat, already so sensitive, and then he’s licking me wildly, like some kind of starving dog. All I can see is his head bobbing slightly in between my legs.

I throw my head back, clamp my mouth shut. Making a sound is something I just don’t dare to do. My client is right outside. She could walk in at any minute.

Not to mention my boss…

“Jesus,” I mewl softly. He’s settled into a rhythm on my clit, flicking it left and right with his tongue. He’s going fast and hard, trying to make me peak, trying to bring me racing toward oblivion.

And I’ve no doubt he can do it in under a minute.

He’s holding onto my thighs, gripping them hard. I can see his fingers digging into my flesh as he feasts on me, as he plucks strings of pleasure deep within my core.

I’m panting, heaving, and I’m mentally begging him to bring me there, faster, sooner, harder.

Pierce puts a finger at my entrance, rings it slowly, teases me while he laps at my pearl. I pull at my nipples, and my eyes are shut tight. I lift my hips to meet him, press my sex into his face, grind myself into him. The sounds of him pleasuring me are all I can hear.

He pushes his finger inside me, rubs my front wall, right there, right at the spot. I’m drowning in bliss, waiting for him to take me there.

I’m climbing, ever higher, getting closer to the edge, waiting for him to heave me off.

I’m waiting to soar.

“Yes,” I whisper, holding his head against me, pushing myself harder into his mouth. His deft tongue works me so expertly. He pushes in another finger, draws a quiet but extended moan from my throat.

“You taste so good,” he groans. The vibrations of his voice thrum through me. “I could eat your pussy forever.”

“Make me come,” I beg. I’m so close. The ball of pressure in my belly is so big. I feel like I’m going to explode.

It grows and grows, gets tighter, tauter.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp. “Oh, yes… oh, yes!”

I’m nearly there. So, so close.

But then he backs me off!

“What?” I say a little too loudly, exasperated, panting. My face is flushed, and my eyes are wide, accusing. Why did he do that? Don’t tell me he came here just to tease me!

He grins at me, pulls his two fingers from me and sucks on them. “You taste good, Pen.” He walks around to the side of the chair. His bulge is visible through his jeans.

“Unzip me,” he commands. I reach out my hands, but he stops me with two fingers on my head. “With your teeth.”

There’s a pause, just the space between two heartbeats. But then my teeth are around the metal zip, and I’m pulling it down. His hands weave through my hair, and when I’ve unzipped him, he tips my head up so I meet his eyes.

“Together,” he tells me.

I gulp and nod. He pulls out his cock from his boxer briefs. Even though we’ve been together before, I’m still surprised by how big he is.

He guides me to his manhood, and I take it into my mouth. Still gripping onto my hair, he pushes himself into me, and I struggle for a moment to open my throat for him.

That’s when I feel his fingers on my folds again. They dip inside me, and he uses his thumb to rub my clit.

He begins to finger me hard and fast, rub my pearl in just the perfect way. I’m instantly overwhelmed, thrust back onto the runway, pushed back toward the precipice.

I can’t concentrate on his cock, can’t focus on pleasing him. I notice his hand go to his shaft, and he begins to pump himself, jerking off into my mouth.

“Come for me, Pen,” he growls, leaning over and taking the top of my ear in between his teeth.

He’s got me right there, so close again. I feel the pressure. I let my eyes flutter shut, focus on his fingers, squeeze around them. I’m so, so, so fucking close…

It explodes, white-hot, blinding. I groan loudly onto his cock, feel my body thrown off the edge. I come hard. It’s intense, so intense, and he drives me through it, keeps it going, doesn’t let up with his dancing fingers.

Pleasure overwhelms me, and I clench tight around him, cresting so hard. My body is a rigid snapshot of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he says hoarsely. I feel his body stiffen, see him get to his toes, and then he’s emptying himself into my mouth, firing his hot seed into me over and over again. I only barely manage to swallow it all.

“Damn, Pen,” he says, winding down. “You are good.”

I’ve become too sensitive, and I jolt as he pulls his fingers from me. He examines them, and I see my pleasure on them. He sucks off each finger, pulls his cock from my mouth, and then his hand is cupping my chin.

Pierce guides my face up to his, and he kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I can smell and taste myself mixed with the smell and taste of him.

It’s… gross and sexy at the same time.

He breaks the kiss, pulls away, and tucks himself back into his trousers with some difficulty. He brings me a box of sanitized wipes from the counter, and watches, lips at a slight curl, while I wipe my mouth and chin.

“Damn it, Pierce,” I say after a moment, breathing hard. “We could have been caught.” But I feel so good, so relaxed. I needed that.

I quickly yank my jeans back up my legs, and get out of the chair. My tank top is sticking to my back. I notice that Pierce’s neck is shining.

He always looks so good when he sweats.

I sigh, and shake my head. “You really should go.”

But he doesn’t. He smirks at me and asks, “So, will you pierce my cock?”