Page 10 of Fallen Ink

“Take off your shirt. That could help.”

He grinned, leaning back to do as she asked. Well, demanded, but he didn’t mind just then, especially if she ordered him around like that. As long as they were about to be skin-to-skin, he’d do whatever she wanted.

“I freaking love your ink,” she whispered. “Like, I know that I got to do the work on your legs, but your old artist who did all of the ink on your chest and arms? Fucking talented.”

His entire chest and arms were covered with an array of ink that was not only interconnected, but each meant something to him in a different and personal way. His artist had done it over a period of ten years at his old shop before he moved away. Adrienne had then taken over his ink, and since his entire back was tattoo-free, he knew she was ready to play with that canvas.

But not right then.

He kissed her again before going back to give more attention to her breasts. “You know you can have my back when we finish the design.”

“You’ll be on your back soon, Knight, so just keep that in mind.”

He straightened then crushed his mouth to hers. “I think you’ve got that the other way around.” He slid his hands down over the soft curve of her hips, then moved one around to her belly before dipping beneath the waistband of her jeans.

Her eyes met his as his fingers slid into her panties and then over the heat of her. “Mace.”

He gently flicked his finger over her clit—a feat not easily done as her jeans were fucking tight, but the limited room to work gave them both a sense of urgency he knew would keep them on the edge.

“You’re already so wet for me, Addi. Your panties are fucking damp, and I’m just now putting my fingers in your pussy.” He pumped one finger in and out of her, just a bare graze as he couldn’t move as much as he wanted, and watched as her pupils dilated and her breaths came in pants. “You going to be a good girl and come on my hand with your pants still on? You do that, and I’ll lick this wet pussy of yours. I’ll lick and suck, and eat you out until you come on my face. Then I’ll fuck you hard until you break over my cock and leave scratches on my back. What do you say?” He entered a second finger, and her tight cunt pulsated around him. “You think you can do that? Can you come on my hand?”

They were standing in her bathroom with the rain slamming into the window, yet all he could do was move his fingers in and out of her with shallow, desperate strokes as she watched him with wide eyes.

“Addi? Can you come?”

In answer, she cupped her breasts and arched into him, her gaze never leaving his.

Then she came.

He’d known she was beautiful, had seen it every damn day, but he hadn’t known the wonder and breathtaking radiance that was Addi when she came.

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and a stunning blush spread across her skin. “Mace.”

At the sound of his name on her lips, he kissed her again, his fingers still moving in and out of her slick sheath. She was so wet, and the sounds they made together caused his cock to harden beyond reason. He was actually worried he might come in his jeans like a damn teenager, and if he weren’t careful, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her hard like he wanted.

So, he pulled his fingers out of her, looked right into her eyes, and licked her sweetness from the two fingers that had made her come like a fucking goddess.

“Jesus Christ, that’s like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He winked. “You haven’t seen my cock yet.”

When she rolled her eyes, he couldn’t help but grin. “Ego much?”

“Made you come with just my fingers, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now put your mouth where your fingers were, and then we’ll see.”

There was a reason this woman was his best friend, and that mouth of hers was just part of it. He kissed her again, this time going slow so he could savor their time together because he had a feeling once they both left this haze of sex and bad decisions, they’d never touch each other like this again.

When he pulled way, he quickly pulled her jeans down along with her panties. Any other time, he’d have loved to use that lacy excuse for panties to play with her ass and her clit, but he didn’t have the patience for that. She let out a surprised squeal when he lifted her up by the hips and set her down on the bathroom counter. Then, he pulled her to the edge, spread her legs, and licked her pussy in one quick set of movements, just to watch the way her body tightened.

“You’re going to make me fall off this damn thing,” she warned. “This isn’t the sturdiest of counters.”

“Then hold on,” he growled and went back to eating her out. He licked between her folds, his hands holding down her thighs so he could spread her open and spear her with his tongue. She kept her hands on the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t fall, but he knew it was damn close because her whole body shook as he licked and sucked and ate.

When her breaths came in tiny pants and her thighs shook under his hands, he sucked on her clit again and looked up her body to her face.

“Mace.”

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