Page 17 of Inked Beasts

“Take all the time you need.” I hope that means she’ll be taking us all for lots of test drives, because I’m not sure I can survive being around her if she decides to be celibate while she works things out. I’d much rather be sharing her than for all of us to be living in a Lexy-deprived desert. We’ve been there for far too long.

“Thank you.” She smiles. “In that case, would you mind staying?”

My cock jerks. “Happy to stay, but this doesn’t fulfill the wager.”

Lexy laughs. “And why not?”

“Because you’re tired. I want you fully rested for that.”

That gets me an outright giggle, and fuck, everything about her just makes me so damn happy. Every last inch of me. Several hard inches in particular.

“Got it. Just tired sex tonight.” She gives me a sassy grin, and I remind myself that tonight is also not the time to explore fun and games with spanking. Which is a pity.

I shrug off my jacket and toss it aside. “Where do you want me?”

Her expression turns impish. “Naked and on the bed, please.”

“As you wish.” I don't have the patience for a strip tease tonight, so I just shuck everything off and lie down on the bedspread. Lexy stands, hands on hips, staring at me.

I prop myself up on my elbows and quirk an eyebrow. “Problem?”

“Just admiring the view.” Her eyes roam my body, drinking me in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” My cock jerks, and she smiles. “Hold onto the headboard for me.”

Her wish is my command. This being a fancy resort, there’s an actual headboard, made of antique-looking brass, and I reach up and take hold of two of the bars.

“Perfect. Keep those hands there.” Lexy hurries out of her own clothing, but the sight is still enough to make my cock even harder, especially when she crawls onto the end of the bed and right up between my legs.

I’m expecting her to ride me, cowgirl style, but she sits on my thighs instead, and reaches out to trace my tattoos. “So much ink.” Her fingertips follow the feathers that curl across my chest. “And your arms have more ink than bare skin.”

Her touch is sweet torture, but I'm silent as I take in the glory of her naked body while she's inspecting mine.

“All of the art is gorgeous, but not as impressive as the canvas,” she says, before finally scooting back until her head is over my belly. She smiles down at the beast lying against it, pulsing in invitation. “Mmm,” she says, and literally licks her lips.

She’s killing me. And this is supposed to be all about her, not me. “Lexy …”

“No moving your hands.” She lowers her head and licks right up my shaft, from root to tip.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say in a strangled voice.

“I want to.” She wraps a hand around me as best she can and laps up the precum welling from my slit. I hiss out a harsh breath, but don’t speak. I’m not sure I can anymore.

And then she opens her mouth and swallows me down.

I grip the bars of the headboard so hard I’m afraid I’ll break them. She’s worshiping my cock like it’s her personal deity, taking me deeper with each bob of her head, her tongue working sweet, torturous magic. One hand works the base of my dick, and the other is cupping my balls, rolling them, squeezing gently, her thumb stroking my seam.

“Lexy,fuck.” I won’t last long at this rate. She’s sending me straight to heaven, all the faster because it’s her. I’d be having an out-of-body experience at how surreal this is, if I weren’t determined to feel every sensation.

“Lexy.” Dammit, I need to stop her before I come in her mouth, but I can’t move my hands. “Lexy, stop. I’m almost there.”

Instead, she deepthroats me. “Fuck,” I yell, and then I’m coming because I have absolutely no fucking choice in the matter, and she swallows me down relentlessly, every last drop, until I’m completely drained.

Only then does she release me, crawl the rest of the way up my body, and settle atop me, her face nuzzling into my neck. “That was fun,” she murmurs.

“Jesus Christ, woman.” I finally let go of the headboard, which has somehow withstood my assault, and get my arms around her. “I was not expecting that. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” She sounds like she means it, too.

There’s a throw artistically draped across one corner of the bed. I manage to hook it with my foot and bring it close enough to grab, spreading it over us. The room is cool, and I don’t have enough strength yet to get us under the covers.

---