Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men 5)

“That’s dangerous,” I argued.

“That’s us,” he countered, snapping the strings of my thong with any easy twist of his fingers and tossing them over his shoulder.

There was a dare in his eyes as he lowered his head to my swollen, exposed pussy, and then they closed, his head tipped and his hot mouth sealed over my clit.

I bowed up as he sucked, his tongue swirling, lashing, devastating my nerves within seconds. His arms slid under my raised thighs, folded over my hips, and held me fast to his mouth.

“Hold still so I can eat my fill,” he ordered, lips damp against the inside of my thigh.

“I can’t,” I nearly stuttered, hips quivering even though I was pinned. “Fuck, Nova, I think I’m going to come.”

I was on fire with lust and embarrassment, my arm tossed over my forehead so I could close my eyes and pretend I wasn’t about to orgasm after only minutes of his tongue on my pussy.

“Love how you taste,” he said, nose rubbing against my clit as he spoke. “Sea salt and flowers all the way. Can’t keep up, you’re drippin’ down your thighs so fast. You love bein’ played with like this, don’t you?”

I whimpered as he punctuated his words with a hard, fast suck at my throbbing clit.

“Yeah,” he groaned as he lapped at my slick folds. “Fuckin’ gorgeous like this. You wanna come, Li? All you gotta do is tell me how much you love my mouth on this pretty cunt.”

I swallowed convulsively, cheeks heating, tummy trembling. I felt like a poorly constructed doll coming apart at the seams, unraveling so fast I couldn’t keep up.

“I, Nova, please…”

“Nova, please what?” he demanded, pulling one arm back so he could twist two fingers inside me and press into that tender spot on my front wall that made me see stars.

“Nova, Nova,” I chanted, arms shooting out so I could clutch his thick hair in my fingers and hold him tight to my crotch. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Not until you tell me,” he ordered, the words like heavy chains binding me to his will.

“God!’ I shouted as he played me higher and higher, as I watched his wet, red mouth move over me. “Nova, I love your mouth on my pussy. Please, fuck, make me come for you.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily, but his words were growled low and deep. “Come for me. Let me eat up all that honey.”

My eyes screwed shut as my entire body arched into one long, taut line, a stretched bow about to snap. Seconds later, Nova’s fingers curled into my cunt, his mouth a hot, silk brand against my clit, and I released, pleasure splitting down my center like a loosened arrow.

I bucked and writhed in the chair, but he kept me pinned as I orgasmed, eating me slower and slower, not stopping throughout the entire climax. Finally, when I was limp and gasping, completely undone, he hummed with pleasure as he licked me clean with his tongue.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” he praised when he was done, moving up my body to smile at me drunkenly. “Taste yourself,” he offered a second before he slanted his mouth over mine and sucked on my tongue.

I absorbed the sweet and salt tang of my cum, the silken glide of Nova’s tongue moving in my mouth and trembled. Not because I’d just experienced the sexiest encounter of my life, but because now I knew last night hadn’t been an anomaly.

He was it.

My dream man wrapped up in a sinful package.

And he was still completely and utterly forbidden.

LILA

“Done,” he announced nearly two hours later, leaning back from my waist to deposit the tattoo gun on the table and peel off his gloves.

He handed me a small mirror so I could see the fresh design just under my ribs.

An indigo fleur-de-lis surrounded by a cluster of the actual flowers stylized in Nova’s stark, minimal aesthetic.

A tribute to King, who was not only biker royalty, but as pure of heart as the symbolism of the flower’s original meaning.

Every time Nova tattooed me, it was as if he read the words beneath my skin and brought them to the surface. Sometimes it surprised me that he couldn’t read my love for him like braille in my flesh because he was so adept at deciphering everything else.

“Gorgeous,” I whispered, touching my fingers above the raw, red-tinged tattoo, careful not to get too close to the design. “It’s perfect.”

“Been a while since we got some photos for Photogram and the website,” Nova suggested as he stood up to stretch out his stiff muscles. I watched his tapered torso bend backward, his chest hard and defined like carved marble beneath his tee. “You up for an impromptu shoot? I’ll wrap you up after.”

I cracked my knuckles. “Um, do you think that’s a good idea?”