Tagged Steel (Men of Steel #6) - MJ Fields Page 0,8
you want it?”
My jaw dropped, and he pursed his lips. Then he moved them from left to right and back again, trying not to smile, but those stunning eyes were doing just that as he reached out a finger and lifted my chin.
My mouth went dry, my heart was racing, and no words came out. I knew immediately that I was in way over my head but, my God, what a way to end my college career.
And now, I’m lying nearly bare-assed in an unfamiliar yet very familiar environment, trying my best not to drool over the most amazing piece of male perfection that I have ever seen while he permanently marks me.
So hot.
The pain is nearly unbearable, if not for the way he seems to know when I’ve had enough, or the way he makes small talk with double entendres.
Sexy as hell double entendres.
When he reaches across the space to pull a wheeled silver tray with the salve and dressing for my tattoo—my tattoo!—I can’t help grinning.
I look over my shoulder at him to see his eyes crinkle in a small smile as he begins to tell me about aftercare.
“You’ll need to keep this covered …”
The rest of his words fall on deaf ears as I watch him look over my body like he wants to undress the rest as he dresses the art. When he’s finished, he stands.
I watch him, unmoving, as he kicks the wheeled stool aside and takes the one step it takes him to get to the end of the table. Then he grips my hips and pulls me toward him slowly. Looking back at him, I know my own eyes mirror his—heat to heat, lust to lust.
When my feet hit the floor, he kicks them to the sides, spreading my legs wider. “Never fucked in a studio.” His eyes leave mine as he scans my body. “You want it right here, right now?”
I raise an eyebrow and only half-joke, “Was the tattoo foreplay or do you have more in you than that?”
His lips quirk upward. “My impulse control is shit, sweets. Got me in trouble back in the day. So, you want my tongue between your thighs, I suggest you get naked.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Naked is when there is nothing between my skin and yours.” He narrows his eyes then smirks when he realizes what his words may have led me to believe. He waves his hand up and down his body then points to his face. “Really?”
I stand and pull my tee-shirt over my head, rolling my eyes at myself. “Right.”
His eyes are no longer twinkling mischief as he pulls his white V-neck over his head with one hand. They are nearly black and completely liquid … just like my panties.
“Your tits are …” He swipes his tongue over his full lips as he looks at me like I’ve seen …
Oh, hell no, I scold myself. It’s bad enough you’re fucking in a tattoo shop; there is no room for Jase or Jesus up in this place.
“Lose the panties, sweets,” he says, snapping me out of my disgusting thought process.
“Lose the pants, gorgeous,” I counter as I slip my thumbs under my waistband.
He cocks his head to the side and looks almost … shocked.
“You are—”
He narrows his eyes as he pulls a condom out of his pocket, holds it to his beautiful mouth, and says, “Drop ’em.”
As he tears open the foiled packet with his teeth, I narrow my eyes. “You show me yours, I’ll show you—” I gasp when he drops his pants. “You’re—”
“You lick it, it’s yours.”
My mouth goes dry immediately.
“But I’d love to go first.”
I can’t look away. It’s so … beautiful. Thick and getting thicker every second. Long … He’s a shower and a grower. Two curved barbells —a double dydoe— adorn the crown of his cock.
“Sweets.” His chest rumbles as he strokes down his cock then tugs on the silver balls on one side of his piercings.
I feel my knees wobble as I bend down, still eyeing his alluring manhood while pushing down my underwear.
“Damn,” he hisses as he looks me over while sheathing himself.
“Damn,” I mimic as I look him over too.
One step, his cock nudges my belly as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck. Our bodies fuse together as he crushes his lips against mine. Then he moves his hand to the base of my head as he licks his hot, wet tongue inside my mouth.
He tastes of mint and a hint of