INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem

"Like dessert," I whisper, feeling his lips curve against my sensitive skin.

"Can I undress you, Kyla?"

Oh God, the feeling of his warm breath against my ear and his hands on my body makes me tremble. I'm putty in his hands, or maybe something foodier, like bread dough.

Words won't form in my mouth, so I nod, and he doesn't waste any time in sliding the straps over my shoulders and unfastening my bra at the back. I keep my eyes closed, safe in the darkness, while this man who hasn't even kissed my lips yet, strips off my layers of clothes as though he's peeling a ripe fruit. Every new part bared is kissed softly until my knees are weak and my whole body feels languid. By the time I step out of my jeans and lacy panties, my face is as hot as a furnace.

"Just look at your pretty skin," Lex says, using the back of his hand to caress my belly and up to the underside of my breast. When I open my eyes, he's close, staring down at the tight peaks of my nipples and maybe lower.

While I was getting ready for tonight, I debated over whether he'd expect me to clear the forest, but I decided that I don't care. I left everything the way I feel comfortable because that is what this whole thing is supposed to be about. Dawn made me laugh once when we were talking about landscaping the lady parts. "If they don't like bushes, they've gotta stay out of the garden," she said. I confess that I trimmed everything neatly, though.

Looking at Lex now, I don't think he gives a shit about anything except the fact he has a naked and willing woman standing in front of him, waiting to be directed.

I turn in my lips to moisten them, and Lex takes my invitation, bending to press a gentle kiss to my mouth.

It's the kind of kiss that I know I'll think about tomorrow and have to press my fingers to my face with the memory. It's the kind of kiss that I'll remember in years to come with a flutter of my heart. Damn.

Standing on tiptoes, I reach my hands around Lex's neck, drawing us closer, forcing the kiss deeper, feeling the strangely unfamiliar piercing against my tongue.

And just like that, his hands are under my ass, and I'm being lifted against him.

13

LEX

I feel like a neanderthal to admit that I'm pleased to be the first that Kyla picked. The slight tremble in her hands and the uncertainty in her posture make this a whole different kind of experience. I'm used to girls throwing themselves at me, stripping off their clothes in a hurry to fuck. I got to unwrap Kyla like the world's best birthday present, and I maintain my control until her tongue touches mine, then all bets are off.

She's naked and perfect, and I'm hungry for my dessert.

A little whoosh of air leaves her mouth when her back hits the comforter. I kiss my way down her body, tasting her neck, the space between her breasts, and the dip of her navel before I stand, drawing back to enjoy the view.

Damn.

Kyla is all woman.

Curvy and soft, with freckles across the tops of her breasts and the prettiest little nipples I've ever seen. She's set soft waves into her hair tonight that show me she was anticipating that this was going to be a special night.

I can't wait to reveal it all. But first, I need to undress.

It's not a secret that there's a certain way to tug off a shirt that sets girls' hearts fluttering, and maybe other parts of their body too. With one hand, I grip the back of my shirt and tug, revealing my body to Kyla with a flourish.

Her reaction is what I expected. The main tattoo that decorates my chest, abs, and lower torso tends to elicit that response. It's a huge snake that curves its way down, disappearing beneath the waistband of my gray pants. My brother has a matching one, and both of them were done by Noah. He has a special skill for reptiles, marking their scaly skin with perfection.

I drop my pants, too, revealing that I'm not wearing any underwear. My cock is hard, and I fist it as the surge of heat builds in my groin. Kyla's eyes widen, and her lips part. But they're not the only parts of her that open for me. Her legs fall open in an involuntary invitation.

Or maybe it's voluntary. At this point, all her nerves might have vanished.

What to use on her first?

I have a smorgasbord of sweet treats at my disposal, but I can guarantee that there's not a dessert on the table that will taste as sweet as Kyla.

As I crawl on top of her, everything I need is within easy reach. But first, I need to tell her my plans for her. Bracing myself on my hands, I smile down into her wide-eyed gaze that is filled with anticipation. "Are you okay with getting messy, baby? I promise I'll clean you up after."