Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men 5)

I dropped Lila on the ice blue stage in front of the curved, navy, velvet booth and then took a seat in front of her, legs splayed, palm to my stone hard cock.

She stared at me through her hair, raised on her knees with her hands braced before her. Fuck, but I could’ve jacked off just to the sight of her like that in that seductive dress.

“You’re so desperate to show me what I’ve been missin’?” I demanded in a low, rough voice I barely fuckin’ recognized. “Fine. Take off your clothes, and attempt to impress me.”

She hesitated, mouth open in a little moue I wanted to slide my cock through. “Are you serious?”

“As a fuckin’ heart attack. You wanna play, Li? We’ll play, but I’m the kinda man that sets the rules and expects them to be followed through. I play rough. I play dirty. And I play hard. You think you can handle all that, be my guest and fuckin’ prove it to me,” I ordered, rubbin’ my dick through the denim in slow, deliberate strokes that drew her dazed gaze and made her lick her lips.

Part of me wanted to scare her off. To prove to the both of us that she was too good, too pure for the deviant things I wanted to do to her and with her.

Part of me hoped beyond breath that she’d take up the gauntlet I’d thrown down and fuckin’ run with it.

Slowly, she moved back to sit with her ass on her heels, tossin’ her hair in a black spray of silk over her shoulder.

And then she picked up that gauntlet and fuckin’ rocked my goddamn world with it.

I watched with my heart in my throat as she leisurely started to churn her hips back and forth, rockin’ to the heavy bass of the song. A hand found its way to her mane of hair, and the other arrowed down her dress to play at the edge of the short hem, gradually makin’ its way to the center where she dipped her hand beneath the material and gasped.

“You’re so wet for me already, aren’t you, Li?” I guessed, drunk enough on booze but more, too intoxicated by the sight of her to speak my mind. “Soaked straight through that little scrap of fabric over your pussy.”

“Yes,” she hissed, eyes closed, head thrown back as she gyrated, hips rocking like waves, so rhythmic my gaze was hooked inexorably on the pendulum of her body.

“Take of your dress.”

Her eyes popped open, but she bit her lush bottom lip and flipped onto her hands and knees, facin’ away from me to peel the purple lace up over the inked expanse of her back. A tumble of flowers fell down her spine, stamped by my hand, glowin’ in the low light like treasure. Seein’ my art on her body made my cock kick and set to leakin’ in my jeans.

I unzipped them, tugged out my cock, and squeezed hard at the throbbin’ base.

The dress went up and over her head before she threw it to the side of the room, leaned onto her hands, and straightened her legs on those tall heels, ass in the air.

My mouth pooled with salvia as I stared straight at her peachy ass.

She peeked over her shoulder and then flipped back over to face me, huggin’ an arm across her breasts.

“Show them to me,” I demanded, my voice strikin’ out like the lash of a whip.

She shivered, bit her lip, then dropped her arms to the side.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath as I stared at the full, heavy set of her tits and the gorgeous ink that cupped them the way my hands ached to. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Her eyes were glued to the sight of my dick in my hand, her tongue peepin’ out as if she yearned for a taste. I pulled my cock up and out, displayin’ the wide, long length of it to her, feelin’ the heat of her gaze stroke up the shaft.

“You like seein’ me jack off to the sight of ya?” I growled low. “Betcha wish you could crawl over here and get a taste.”

Her chest moved like a billow, workin’ hard as she panted after me.

“Can I?” she asked, so fuckin’ sweet I throbbed in my palm.

“No,” I decided after a brief, cruel pause. “We’re drunk, I’m thinkin’ we take this slow. No touchin’.”

Lila pouted and sittin’ as she was, legs spread, panties dark with wet over her sex, hair a mess around her exotic, fuckin’ stunnin’ face, she looked damn near combustible, so hot my brain threatened to short circuit.

“Lean back, spread your legs, and let me watch you touch that wet cunt,” I told her as I eased even farther back in the booth and used my free hand to spread open my jeans to better her view. “You watch me watchin’ you.”