Dirty Sexy Inked (Dirty Sexy 2)

Groaning against her lips, he ground his hips against hers. The metal buckle of his leather belt dug into her belly, and his denim-clad cock nudged her mound. Her sex wept with need, and she had to resist the urge to climb him like a tree and wrap her legs around his waist so that heavy bulge in his pants could give her the relief her body was clamoring for.

Instead, she sank her fingers into the muscles along his shoulders, then raked her nails all the way down his back again. He shuddered and wrenched his mouth from hers, breathing hard.

“Fuck,” he rasped harshly, even as his lips curved with seductive amusement. “My Kitty-Kat has claws and isn’t afraid to use them.”

His hands still clasped her jaw, and he swiped one of his thumbs across her swollen and damp bottom lip, then pushed it past her teeth. Holding his gaze, she closed her mouth around his finger and swirled her tongue around the digit, knowing full well where his imagination would go.

His eyes darkened with lust. “God, your mouth . . . I want to feel it wrapped around my cock just like this, and watch as you swallow me deep.”

He slid his finger back out with a suctioning pop of sound, and because she wasn’t about to give it up so easily, she taunted him instead. “Make me.”

A hot, depraved look passed over his features, letting her know that he had absolutely no qualms about accepting her dare. He slid one of his hands through her hair, pulling it away from her face until he had a fistful gathered at the back of her head. He tightened his hold on the strands with a twist of his fingers, making her very aware of who was really in charge tonight. He was.

Her heart raced, and there was nothing she could do to stop the rush of moisture that dampened her panties.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, and with the wall at her back and his hands gripping her hair and pulling her down, she had no choice but to obey.

She knelt in front of him and awaited his next command.

“Good girl,” he murmured, though his hold on her hair didn’t loosen at all. “Now open my jeans and take out my cock, but be very careful because there is nothing separating my dick from that zipper.”

So, he’d gone commando. Her breathing escalated in anticipation as she unbuckled his belt and unfastened the top button. Oh-so-cautiously, she dragged the zipper over the massive erection straining against the front of his pants and freed his shaft. Last night, she hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing him naked like this, had only felt the size of him inside her, and dear Lord, even his cock was gorgeous. Thick and smooth and perfectly shaped, and just as big as she’d imagined.

With his free hand, he fisted his fingers around his erection and pumped the length once, twice—slowly, expertly, until a bead of pre-cum seeped from the slit. Without thinking, she licked her lips. The erotic sight of him stroking his own shaft, and his proof of arousal, made Katrina’s thighs clench together in an attempt to ease the growing ache in between. It didn’t work. No, it only made her more desperate. Needier.

“Take me in your mouth, Kitty-Kat. All of me.” He pressed the hea

d against her bottom lip, and she licked away the drop of fluid on the tip, making him groan raggedly. “Fuck, I need to feel your soft tongue sliding all the way down my cock. Do it. Now.”

Placing her hands on his hard thighs, she opened wide as he pushed his way inside. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, then let him slide back out until she was just sucking on the crown. She did it again, slow and slick, and he cursed beneath his breath and braced a hand on the wall behind her for better leverage. With his other hand wrapped up in her hair, he guided her head, and she let him dictate the pace, the rhythm, giving him all the control, all the power.

With every deep stroke, his salty taste filled her mouth and his male scent filled her senses. She sucked him in, then back out, again and again, even as his thrusts grew harder, more frantic. She reached between his legs and palmed his balls, and when his groans increased in volume and he shouted out a series of “yes, fuck yes, fuck yes,” she continued to massage them until they tightened and his body began to shake and she knew she’d driven him to the edge. She relished the fact that she’d brought him to this delirious point, and realized that for the first time ever, she wasn’t going to pull away from the orgasm about to erupt.

No, she wanted all of Mason.

“Jesus . . .” he rasped. His legs started to tremble as she pulled him to the back of her throat once more and swallowed around him. “Need you so fucking bad . . . Your mouth is so hot, so greedy . . . I’m going to come so fucking hard . . .”

He drew quick, shallow breaths, and then his shaft pulsed against her tongue, his hips jerking erratically as he climaxed with a raw shout of pleasure that gave her an equal amount of satisfaction. When he was completely spent, he dropped his head against the wall and released her hair, allowing her to finally move.

She glanced up, her gaze taking in all those amazing muscles along his abdomen. Combined with those artistic sleeves of tattoos, his body was a work of art. Unable to resist, and since he was still in the process of recovering, she pressed an open-mouthed kiss right below his navel and smiled when he groaned.

With her tongue, she licked her way upward, leisurely following the pathway of all those delicious ridges and grooves along his stomach. When she scraped her teeth across a nipple, he hissed out a startled breath and cupped a hand around the back of her neck to haul her all the way up so she was standing in front of him again.

Without hesitating, he kissed her again, thoroughly, deeply. When he had his fill, he pulled back and touched his forehead to hers. “That mouth of yours is fucking lethal.”

Her body buzzed from his compliment, and she grinned. “And I think your average just got elevated to an eight.”

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, an arrogant smile curving his lips. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not done with you yet, so there’s still room for improvement.”

She laughed. “You can certainly try.”

“Oh, I intend to.” He zipped up his jeans but left the belt hanging open, then moved out of her way. “Go sit on the couch and we’ll get started.”

Her anticipation was off the charts, and her legs shook as she followed his order and sat down on the nearby couch, still fully clothed. She watched him approach, her excitement increasing with every step he took toward her. When he was finally in front of her, he went down on his knees, reached up to untie the drawstring of her pajama shorts, then dragged them and her panties down her legs and off at the same time.

Her breath hitched in her lungs, and she kept her knees pressed together as she started to remove her tank top, too.

He quickly stopped her. “Leave it on. I want to savor one thing at a time,” he said huskily, but didn’t touch her like she wanted him to. “And right now, it’s all about getting my fill of that sweet spot between your thighs. Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Kitty-Kat, so I can make you purr.”