Page 26 of Honor Me (Men of Inked 6)
“Anything you want, sugar.”
“Hmm,” I rubbed my chin and thought carefully about my answer.
“We’re out.” James slapped Joe on the shoulder before smacking Izzy’s ass. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you blow me too.”
“Oh, fuck you. You’re not the boss of me, ol’ man.” Izzy laughed and walked toward the door quicker than usual.
“Want to repeat that?” James stalked toward her and picked up the pace.
“You can spank me later.” Izzy stopped briefly and wiggled her ass.
“Why couldn’t she be born a man?” Joe’s mouth turned downward.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “The world couldn’t handle another male Gallo.”
“See you tomorrow,” Angel said as she walked past us.
“We’re out.” Thomas followed behind her, taking a second to wave at us before heading for the door.
“Have fun, you two,” Max said before the door closed.
We were alone. The girls were asleep. Most of the food was done for tomorrow, and the night was still young. “What do you want to do now?” I asked, burying my face in his shirt and moving my hands down to cover his ass.
He scooped me into his arms, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I yelped when the cold of the wooden table touched my butt. “I have a few ideas,” he said against my lips.
His hands slid up my thighs and under my dress. “I do love that you never seem to wear panties anymore.”
I nipped his lip, grabbing his bottom one between my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. “I was hoping the night would end like this.” My face heated, but it wasn’t from embarrassment.
Joe’s hands slid the tiny straps of my sundress down my shoulder, letting them rest around my elbows and exposing my breasts. His eyes sparkled and he licked his lips before leaning forward and taking one in his mouth.
My head fell backward, the sensation so strong that my eyes rolled back too. The grip I had on his biceps kept me upright while he moved between my breasts, taking his time with each one.
“Joe,” I moaned and wanted more. Needed it more than air.
His hands rested on my back. “Lie back,” he whispered against my nipple, sending an entirely different sensation through my body.
Using his hands, he helped lower my back to the table before getting on his knees. “I knew I liked this table for a reason.”
His hands looped around my legs and he dragged me forward. Before I could say anything, he put my knees on his shoulders and touched me with his mouth.
Anything that I was about to say vanished. The only thing I could think about was the feel of his tongue on me. Slowly, he kissed my flesh, teasing me without touching the spot I craved.
My fingers tangled in his dark locks and I pulled him closer, smashing myself against his face. “Just a little to the—”
Before I finished my sentence, he covered me with his mouth and shut me up with a simple flick. My entire body lurched forward and moved toward him. “Greedy pussy,” he muttered and I almost swallowed my tongue.
Intercourse was amazing, but there was nothing better than the feel of his mouth on me. The way he made love to my body, surrounded me with his warmth. I could lie here all night and let him worship my body this way.
His fingers stroked my opening while he sucked on my clit. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pushed two inside and I almost came.
As they glided in and out through my wetness, my legs tightened and my knees pressed against the sides of his head. I didn’t want him to move or for the feeling to end. He didn’t protest, but he became more determined. Licking the spot in the way I liked it most.
Within minutes, sweat covered my body and my fingernails dug into the tabletop so hard it became painful. My ankles locked, pulling him in farther and probably suffocating him in the process.
My back arched, my breathing hitched, and I saw stars. When my body ultimately flattened and I sucked in air as if I were the one being suffocated, my legs finally released their hold on him. He backed away, licking his lips with a very satisfied smile.
“So…” I gasped for air. “…good.”
“I’m not done yet, sugar,” he said, grabbing my body and flipping me onto my belly.
I was too weak to protest. Too spent from coming to even care.
The familiar sound of a zipper opening filled the room. “Let’s go for number two.” He pushed inside of me just as my hands found the other side of the table, holding on to brace myself.
“I love your cock,” I said without hesitation. Even though I still didn’t swear too much in everyday life, I always did when we had sex. He liked it, and if I were being honest with myself, I did too.
“You want my cock inside of you?” He thrust deeper, grunting as he did.
“Deeper. Fuck me harder.” I smiled, catching our reflection in the window. His hand wrapped around my ponytail, pulling me against him as he pummeled me. “Just like that. More.”
His right hand gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my skin so roughly I’d probably bruise. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying out from the pleasure. Because if Gigi woke up right now, neither of us would be happy.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the window. Watching him as he fucked me had to be, hands down, one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. Seeing other people was a secret thrill I realized after being at the club, but being in on the act and watching it took it to another level.
Feeling the familiar build inside me, I stood on my tiptoes and pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. He grunted, releasing my hair and resting his hand on my shoulder. He held me against him as his body bumped into mine, driving his cock deeper inside of me.
My body tightened and I couldn’t hold out, letting myself spiral straight into orgasm number two. My mouth fell open, but no air entered my lungs as I watched him, transfixed as he followed me into bliss before collapsing onto my back.
“Daddy,” Gigi said from behind us. “Where’s Mommy?”
I almost died of embarrassment.
Joe stilled. “Go back to bed, Gig. Mommy will be there in a minute.”
She’d probably be scarred for life.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I can see Mommy’s feet. Is she okay?”
I peered around Joe and saw Gigi in her Frozen pajamas holding her favorite teddy bear and rubbing her eyes. “I’ll be right there, baby. Go upstairs. Daddy was just helping me.” I swallowed, panicking and dying a bit inside.
“I was helping your mom get the knot out of her hair.”
“Oh, okay,” she mumbled before turning around and heading toward the stairs.
My face met the table harder than I had planned. “Damn it.” I wanted to hide and never have to discuss this moment ever again. “What a nightmare.”
“It’s no big deal, sugar.”
“You can go to the school and explain it when she tells her teacher about what she saw.”
Joe laughed before pulling out of me. “I’m sure the teacher will understand. Shit happens.”
“Well, the principal already thinks we’re depraved.” I pushed myself off the table and adjusted my dress.
“She needs to get fucked.”
“Probably, but it doesn’t make it any easier.” I blew out a breath and glanced at the ceiling before heading toward Gigi, hopefully, not to explain what she just witnessed.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back against his chest. “I’ll handle the principal. You handle the kid.”
“Pussy,” I whispered when I collided with his chest, and I didn’t feel a bit dirty using the colorful language.
He
laughed and rubbed his semi-erect dick against my belly. “Keep talking like that and we’re going for three.”
“That’s the last taste you’re getting until you get snipped.” I touched his face, running my fingers down his stubble.
“Why do you have to refer to it as snipped?”
“Just get it done.”
His eyebrows drew together. “Can’t we talk about it?”
“We just did.” I kissed his chin and left him standing there with his mouth hanging open.
Shitshow
Joe
“Hey, Joe.” Sam stood at my side with his lovely wife, Fiona. “Do you need any help with that?” He pointed toward the grill as I turned the hot dogs.
“You think you’re man enough?”
He turned to face me and I could feel his glare. “Ever going to stop being a prick?”
I shrugged and turned over the last one. “Probably not.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know, but so are you. Embrace it.”
“Come on, Fi, let’s go where we are wanted.”
“Sam,” I grunted because suddenly I grew a conscience. “Stay. We gotta talk.”
“I think I’ll just go talk to Izzy for a bit,” Fiona told him and gave me a shitty look.
“No, stay, Fiona. Please.” I glanced at her and gave her an I’ve been an asshole smile. “I’m sorry, Sam. I know you’re not the same person you were before.”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and widened his stance. “I’m not, but clearly you’re just as big of a dickhead as you’ve always been.”
“I’m trying to apologize. You’ve been good to my family. Hell, you’ve been around long enough you’re like an adopted member. I promise to be nicer and treat you as an equal. You just have to understand, we all give each other shit. I can’t be too nice or it wouldn’t be right. Ya know what I mean?”
His eyes flickered to the ground and then to Fiona before returning to me. “So you want to put everything in the past?” He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes.
I nodded and held my hand out to him. “Can we start over?”
His hand slid into mine. “It’s water under the bridge, City. I let it go long ago. You were the one still with the problem.”
“It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sorry to you, Fiona. Sam’s a good man. I couldn’t be happier that you two found each other.” I didn’t add the bit that I was happy
