Page 37 of Inked Beasts

My hands wrap around his middle, and when I moan in response to his tongue touching mine, he immediately scoops me up and carries me down the hall, still kissing me, and so distracted that he bumps into a couple of walls, making us both laugh.

There’s a dimmer switch on his bedroom’s overhead light, which for some reason makes me wonder how many women he’s entertained here; but I brush that thought away, because it doesn’t matter. Obviously someone as charming and attractive as Thorn wouldn’t be lonely if he wanted company at night.

The room is decorated in deep, rich earth tones. The comforter he lays me on is soft and luxurious on my skin.

“Lexy.” He pauses to look at me lying in the middle of his big bed. His eyes have gone dark, erasing any questions that lingered there.

“Thorn.”

“You have too many clothes on.” He descends as he says this, his teeth taking hold of the bottom of my shirt and tugging it upward. He pauses to kiss the exposed flesh of my belly, and then pulls the shirt up further, still using only his mouth.

His breath heats my skin as he runs the tip of his nose over my bra. His lips press kisses along the swell of my chest, and I feel the weight of his erection as he stretches out above me.

Never staying in one spot very long, he nibbles and nuzzles various parts of me, lighting me up, setting me afire. I reach for him every chance I get, exploring his body while also attempting to remove his clothing, but he doesn’t make it easy.

Eventually my frustration builds, and when I sit up to reach him better, he curls behind me, and suddenly we’re wrestling for position, hands and mouths claiming spots on each other’s bodies, legs tangling, arms wrapping around one another. This tussling brings back childhood memories, too, but as grownups, it’s oh so much better.

I manage to get his shirt off, and I put the game on pause to drink him in. “Thorn.” He’s all abs and pecs and biceps, smooth and tan, rock solid beneath his skin. When he’s not in the kitchen, he must be in the gym or outdoors, pushing his body to its limits. There are a few inked areas that draw my eye, but not nearly as much body art as Gage and Kai have.

When the other two men come to mind, my first instinct is to push away the thoughts, but my greedy brain takes a moment to indulge a new fantasy.

Kai is so intense, and Thorn is so playful. What would it be like to experience those energies together? And then there’s Gage, a teddy bear with a surprising dom edge. Internally, I shake my head to clear it. It’s true I’ve been living in an alternate reality, but my imagination is starting to push things a bit too far.

Thorn brings me back to the present moment by taking one of my nipples between his lips, sucking it into his mouth, and then letting it pop out, before repeating the action with the other one. My bra was one of his first victories in our wrestling match.

His grin is wicked as he unzips my jeans, then tucks both hands in the sides of the waistband, and pulls them down, taking my panties along with them. The narrow pants legs get caught on my feet, and he makes a dramatic play of tugging them off, making me giggle.

All this laughter in the bedroom is new to me, and I like it. I absolutely don’t want to think about Scott right now, but I can’t help but recognize that he’d have been horrified by me giggling at any point during sex, including foreplay. He never found any of the occasional awkwardness or bodily sounds funny; I can barely remember him smiling.

Thorn’s happy expression, meanwhile, is a thing of beauty, and right now, he looks extremely pleased. “God, you’re gorgeous, Lexy.” His eyes dance over my body, and his hands soon follow, sliding over my hips, down my thighs, and then back up, parting my legs. He’s zeroing in on the spot that’s already soaking wet for him, and I’m eager for him to go there, but first, I initiate a sneak attack.

Rolling out from under him in one quick motion, I turn, launch my weight at him, and somehow manage to pin this strong man down on the bed, my body straddling his hips. His eyes shine with delight and darken with desire as he submits to my will.

I shimmy backward to make room to work at the button on his pants, then I pull down his zipper, slide the band of his briefs out of the way, and claim my prize.

And what a prize it is. Thick and long, and growing harder at my touch, the velvety skin stretching in my hand.

“You’regorgeous, Thorn.” I can’t help but return his compliment. “Not just this part of you, but all of you,” I add with another giggle. “Maybe especially this part, but definitely all of you.”

Still grinning, he props himself up on his elbows and watches as I stroke him, and I take the opportunity to explore and experiment, occasionally watching his face for feedback to find out exactly how he likes to be touched.

The area where the head of his cock meets the shaft appears to give him the most pleasure, so I focus my attention there, circling and teasing and stroking, until he grows restless with impatience. A deep, low growl comes from his throat when I bring my tongue to stroke the spot.

I’m looking forward to finding out how much of his cock I can fit in my mouth, when suddenlyI’mthe one under attack. Thorn rolls me over, pins my hands in his, and uses the weight of his body to spread me open wide as he buries his head between my legs.

THORN

My staff and I prepared an exclusive five-course meal earlier today for a small group of executives, whose company apparently had more money than it knew what to do with. Delicacies were flown in from faraway places, and married with the freshest ingredients from local farms. Only the best of the best, and I sampled all of it to ensure it met the highest standards.

Everything was delicious, and yet none of it tasted as good as Lexy.

Two long swipes of my tongue on her beautiful pussy, and I already know I’ll never be able to get enough.

She squirms beneath me, still playing our game, trying to break free, but I flick my tongue over her clit, and her muscles relax, her weight sinking into the bed as she lets me have my way with her.

Confident that she’ll finally keep still and let me give her pleasure, I release her hands so that I can make better use of mine. My mouth still feasting on her pussy, I cast a glance upward over the soft swell of her body, meeting her eyes before I reach up to play with her nipples, while the thumb of my other hand joins my tongue in stroking through her wet folds.

Since Lexy came back to town I’ve been thinking about this exact scenario, wondering if it would ever be anything more than a hopeful fantasy. She’s here with me now, and I’m using all of my senses to take in every detail as she responds to me.

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