Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)(50)

“You wanna come again for me, baby? Before I f*ck you?”

I’m not sure how a sane woman would’ve answered, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

My voice was ragged, still coming in heaves and pants when I said, “That depends. How many times are you going to make me come when you f*ck me?”

The scruff of Con’s jaw scraped my shoulder as he growled into my ear. “Until you beg me to stop, sweetheart.” He tugged my earlobe between his teeth, and shivers cascaded through me. “I’ll make you come until you f*cking beg me to stop.”

Shudders racked me again. Oh my god. I think I just spontaneously orgasmed.

“Please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Been waiting two f*cking years. Shit, longer than that. No more waiting.”

His hand dropped away, and I hated that I felt so bare without him touching me. I didn’t have time to consider the thought further because he spun me around and lifted me with one arm under my ass.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Con said.

I complied, and he used his other hand to position himself at my entrance. Just feeling the blunt head of his cock against the super-sensitive tissue had the makings of another orgasm shimmering to life inside me.

I could be overstating things, but I was beginning to think the man had a magic penis.

I giggled.

“What the f*ck you giggling about, woman?”

“Nothing, I swear.”

He didn’t move another inch. I dragged my eyes away from the aforementioned magic penis.

“Tell me.”

“If you wait too long, this shower is going to get cold.”

He shook his head. “Don’t change the subject. You want this dick,” he swiped the crown across my clit and I shuddered, “then you better spill.”

I couldn’t take it. Humiliation be damned. “I think you might have a magic penis.”

His head jerked back, and the smile that spread across his face was…so beautiful that if I hadn’t been on the edge of getting laid for the first time in two years, I might have stopped to appreciate its beauty. But I hadn’t. So I couldn’t.

“Damn, I like you, princess.”

“Good. Then please hurry up.”

“Whatever the lady wants.” And he thrust.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” My body stretched and softened, my slickness easing his way, but not enough so that I didn’t feel incredibly, wonderfully, and totally taken.

“Jesus. So f*cking tight.” He shifted his grip so one big hand wrapped around each of my hips and his fingers dug into my butt cheeks. “You good?”

I nodded, almost beyond speech. I managed to get out, “Good. So, so good.”

“You ready for me to move?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.”

“That’s my girl. Now let’s see what we can do about those orgasms I promised you.”

If I could ever have an out of body experience, I think I’d want to watch Con Leahy as he lifted and lowered me onto his cock, f*cking me with sure, swift strokes. His piercing must have been a magnet for my G-spot, because with every thrust, it dragged along the promised land until my inner muscles bore down.

His groan filled my ears. “Ease up, woman. I’m already trying to hold out so I can f*ck you proper before I lose my shit.”

I fought to relax my muscles, and he kept on with his proper f*cking as I said, “It isn’t my fault…that you have a…magic…cock.” As soon as the word ‘cock’ left my lips, my head dropped back, and another orgasm tore through me.

“Oh my God!”

And still he didn’t stop. His thrusts continued, pounding into me, sending me over the edge twice more before he finally slowed and groaned out his own climax.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

As if on cue, the water lost its warmth, and we both jerked. Con pulled me out of the stream.

Voice rough, he said, “Fuck. Guess you lost the chance to take a real shower. Sorry about that, babe. I should take better care of you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, as my heart flipped.

How long had it been since someone wanted to take care of me? I couldn’t let myself get used to it.

And just that fast, reality intruded.

Con was still inside me, but that didn’t keep everything that had happened tonight from crashing down. The blissful haze of orgasm dissipated. I guess his penis wasn’t that magical after all.

“Put me down, please.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Con’s gaze sharpened.

“Just put me down. Please.”

He pulled out of me and wetness gushed from between my legs. Con lowered me to my feet and reached outside the shower to grab a washcloth off a bamboo bench stacked with fluffy white towels. Running it under the spray, he offered it to me. “Sorry, it’s cold now.”

Given the twinge between my legs, cold was actually welcome. “Don’t worry about it.”

I cleaned up, and then accepted the towel he offered. Wrapping it around my shoulders, I huddled in the shower, shivering. And not in the mind-blowing orgasm kind of way I had been only minutes earlier.

Yep. Reality sucked.

“Let’s get you a robe.” Con wrapped a towel around his waist, and my attention dropped to the pile of sopping wet cotton of the scrub bottoms.