Barber Shop Ink: Always Blue in Memphis

by Penny Blush

  "Memphis. Memphis. Memphis."

  I just kept repeating his name. My brain was so scrambled by what is mouth and tongue were doing I was no longer capable of conscious thought. I kept bucking and rolling my hips wanting more, needing more. Memphis reached up placing a hand on my pelvis, pushing me back into the bed holding me in place, his thumb circling my clit as he kept working me with his tongue. Memphis had made me so hot and wet for him. I was panting and moaning trying desperately to move and grind against him, to find some friction and some relief.

  "Memphis, Memphis, I need more, I want more, Please."

  His large finger circled my opening, gently applying pressure as his tongue continued to work its magic. I was no longer able to form words. All I could do was moan and grunt in response.

  "Oh, Oh, Baby."

  Memphis sucked on my clit, his tongue flicking across my sensitive bundle of nerves as he slowly slid his long finger inside me. I gasped my back arching off the bed, I tried rolling my hips, but his forearm anchored me to the bed. His finger sliding in and out of me as he continued to lick and flick his tongue, one finger soon became two and my grip on his hair increased. I could feel the wave building, rolling up my spine.

  “Oh, God Memphis.” I moaned.

  Memphis curled his fingers, making a beckoning motion on my G-spot. He sucked hard on my clit again, making me squirm and moan. His hand was resting on my stomach, holding me still, preventing me from being able to move my hips. Slowly he slid his hand up my body capturing my breast and pinching and rolling my nipple.

  I screamed his name again as my orgasm ignited and exploded through me, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, bucking and rocking my hips, riding his fingers and mouth while riding the waves of my orgasm. I came hard. I didn't think it was possible for me to orgasm like that so soon after the last one, but this one was so much more intense. Lights sparkled and flashed behind my eyes. My breath caught in my lungs, I felt every nerve ending, every cell in my body spark and shatter coming to life.

  It took forever for me to return, back to earth, my body shaking and shuddering with micro orgasms. I wanted to fall off the edge into the abyss of ecstasy and never surface again, as long as Memphis was with me I’d be happy to stay there for eternity.

  Memphis lifted his head from where he had been coaxing me back to reality, his lips and beard glistening; he licked his lips looking at me.

  "You need something, Baby Girl?" He asked, his fingers continuing to stroke me.

  “You Baby, just you," I said pulling him towards me.

  He ran his hand over his mouth, I didn't care that I was on his lips; I just needed to kiss him. He kissed his way back up my body pulling me further up the bed until we were both lying in the middle of it.

  He didn't fight me this time as I reached down, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs off. I reached for him wanting to touch him, feel him. I wanted his cock in my hand, but he wasn't having any of it. He captured my hands, locking my wrists in one of his large hands above my head. His lips locked on mine as he lifted his hips, shoving at his pants.

  He angled his body so that I could not reach his cock that must have been painfully hard by now. I growled in frustration, and he chuckled against my lips. Letting go of my wrists, he cradled my head in one hand, angling me to where he wanted so that he could deepen the kiss. His other hand had returned to my breast. I had one hand caressing the back of his neck, tracing my fingers through his hair, the other making its way down his chest.

  “I need you Memphis,” I gasped against his lips, as I hooked my feet into his jeans bunched at his knees pushing them the rest of the way off. “Baby, please.”

  He kissed me again, passionately; his hand left my breast and slid down my body until it rested on my hip. His thumb tracing slow circles, the desperate, urgent need from earlier seemed to have dissipated and left behind was something greater, something more intense.

  "I need you too."

  Chapter 25 Memphis

  I don't know what I did to deserve this, to deserve her. I shouldn't be complaining, I am fit, happy and healthy, run my own business, and doing what I love, there are plenty of people who have it worse than me. But with all the crappy shit that has been going on in my life that I have been keeping from everyone, I still didn’t feel like I deserved her.

  My life outside of Barber Shop Ink has been one uphill battle after another, just trying to keep my head above water and Vex off my fucking back. For so long, I thought that it would just be better to put one foot in front of the other and just keep pushing through until all the bullshit with Pop's remaining debt was gone. Obviously, fate, the universe or whoever the hell is steering my life, decided that was not going to be the case.

  How the hell did I get so lucky to be lying naked in bed with the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on?

  Beautiful, stunning, surprising, challenging, funny, smart, sexy-as-hell Hedge was looking up at me, the lingering haze of a mind-blowing orgasm, that I gifted to her with my mouth, making her midnight blue eyes shimmer.

  I had been a total ass downstairs, once again jumping to conclusions when I saw her alone with another man. I have never been this way with anyone else, but Hedge, she makes me want to beat my chest and challenge any man who looks in her direction. When I look at her there is something that twists in my soul, not in a painful way, it twists and turns and moulds itself to fit perfectly with her. It felt right, safe, natural and passionate. It felt like home, it felt like love, and it scared the shit out of me.

  Hedge was shuddering with the last remnants of her second orgasm; her hair was a mess, a red flush on her cheeks, my name rolling from her lips. She was a hot mess and could not have looked more beautiful.

  "You need something Baby Girl?" I asked her, lifting my head from her delicious pussy.

  It was pink and swollen from my mouth, my fingers continuing to lazily stroke her. I looked her in the eyes while licking my lips, making sure I captured every last drop of her pleasure. Hedge reached down, pulling me towards her. The look in her eyes spoke volumes if I was ever wondering what she thought all I had to do was look in her eyes.

  "You Baby, just you."

  Lust, desire, tenderness and what was possibly love, swirled in her eyes as I kissed my way back up her body, pulling her further up the bed with me until we were both lying in the middle of it.

  The urgency from before had shifted and changed. This was no longer about apologising and getting Hedge off, this was about connecting and exploring possibilities. I didn't fight her this time when she reached down, pushing my jeans and boxer briefs off. She slid her hand down my chest, reaching for my cock, but I wasn't ready yet. If she touched me, I would have cum right then, I needed a moment to get myself back under control.

  I captured her hands, locking her wrists together in one hand above her head, seizing her lips in a slow passionate kiss as I lifted my hips, trying to shove my pants the rest of the way off. Hedge, being the helpful little angel that she was, hooked her feet into my jeans that I had managed to work down my legs until they bunched at my knees. I moved and wiggled and kicked until I had managed to kick them off and onto the floor.

  She sighed into our kiss, and I let go of her wrists, cradling her head in one hand so that I could deepen the kiss, my other hand returning to her breast. I just couldn't keep my hands off her. She growled in frustration when she reached for my cock again, and I angled away from her. I couldn't help chuckling against her lips at how frustrated she was getting.

  “I need you Memphis,” she said, her fingers tracing circles on my neck at the hairline. “Baby, please.”

  Her gasping plea had me kissing her again, passionately deeply. She shifted until my leg was between hers, then she wrapped her leg around mine, pulling me closer. My hand glided down her body until it rested on her hip, tracing slow circles with my thumb.

  There had been a shift between us; something had changed, deepened, intensified. I could feel it blooming in my
chest. Looking into the depths of Hedge's eyes, I could see a future. Our future, an affirmation of love, a ring, a white dress, a promise, a home and the fear from earlier dulled.

  I placed my forehead on hers, placing a delicate kiss on her lips, “I need you too.” More than you know, I need you.

  “I’m here Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, running the back of her hand across my beard.

  She hooked her leg through mine, gently turning us until I was on my back, looking up into her vibrant eyes. Hedge straddled my hips and reached down, taking my rock-hard cock in her hand, stroking it up and down. The sensation of her delicate hand on me had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

  She attempted to slide down my body, but I captured her ass in my hands, stopping her. I barely had a leash on my body as it was and she just had her hand on me; there's no way I would last more than five seconds if she put her mouth on me.

  “Baby Girl please no more waiting,” I begged, pulling her up to where I wanted her.

  “But Baby,” she winked at me as she kept up her slow strokes, “you’ve had your taste, now it’s my turn.”

  Not caring that I was begging and sounding desperate, because I was, "Baby Girl, please. I can't wait."

  Hedge kept up her slow glide up and down on my cock with her hand and leant forward to kiss me. “I’ve got you, Baby,” she whispered, as she ran the swollen head of my cock through her folds, coating me, making me growl against her lips.

  She sat up, running her hand down my chest to brace herself as she guided my cock inside her hot, tight body. I couldn't drag my eyes from her as I watched her lower herself, taking in every inch of me. She let out a soft little moan as she settled herself, filled to the hilt.

  I could feel the muscles of her inner walls squeezing me, her amazing body adjusting to my size. I felt myself twitch as she rotated her hips slightly, adjusting further. I let out a growl that started from deep in my chest. Somewhere in my lust muddled brain, it registered that my cock, my bare cock was buried deep inside her.

  "Hedge, Honey," I gasped as she started slowly rocking her hips. "Hedge… Baby Girl… protection." I managed to stammer out.

  Her hips started to pick up speed slowly. Oh, God, we had to stop and rectify this situation before it was too late.

  "Hedge, honey stop, we … we don't have protection."

  I can't believe that she hadn't said anything. We hadn't discussed protection, birth control, we hadn't even discussed sex, it was just a foregone conclusion.

  “Memphis, it's fine.” She moaned, taking my full length inside her again, “I know we’re both clean.”

  I was mesmerised by the sway and bounce of her breasts; her dusty pink nipples hardened to little peaks. The lust muddled brain not processing what she said.

  I must have looked at her funny because she added, "the blood tests."

  As part of the shop's licensing, everyone had to have regular testing, due to the exposure to blood and body fluids through tattooing, piercing and body mods. Hedge, as the shop manager, got everyone's test results to file our insurances. She may know that we are both clean, but that doesn't address the issue of birth control, and as much as the idea of her belly growing with my baby inside excited me, that was a whole different conversation for a whole other time, a lot later down the track.

  “Oh, God Baby Girl, birth control.” I placed my hands on the top of her thighs halting her movements.

  Sighing, she looked at me; she growled frustrated. "Baby, this is not how I wanted to have his conversation," she said, rotating her hips again, making me moan and growl her name in warning. "Fine," she said stopping again. "When I was twelve, my parents died in a car accident,” she started. I was not sure what that had to do with anything, and I wanted to say, Baby Girl my dick is buried deep inside your pussy this is hardly the time to discuss your parent's death, but for once I kept my mouth shut. She continued, "I was in the car with them, I was somewhat banged up, but survived, although I lost a kidney and an ovary."

  “Oh, Baby…” I started, my heart breaking for her, but she cut me off.

  “The possibility of me getting pregnant without medical assistance is minuscule, but I’m on birth control anyway. Can't have a little Memphis running around," she joked, but there was a look in her eyes like maybe the idea was not exactly a bad one, and at that moment I could see it, a baby that was the perfect blend of us both. "So…" she said kissing me again, "we're good."

  “We’re good?” I asked needing to hear her say it again.

  "Baby, we don't need protection, we're both clean, and I'm on birth control."

  I slid my hands up her back, pulling her chest down on mine as I kissed her with everything I had.

  “Memphis,” she sighed against my lips.

  “Yeah, Baby Girl,”

  “Only you,” she said holding my face in her hands looking me intently in the eye.

  “Only me, what Baby Girl?”

  "I always use protection. Always, I have never been with anyone like this before, just you." Hedge rocked on my hard, bare cock to emphasise her point.

  “Only you Baby Girl, I have never had sex with anyone without a condom. I don’t want to be like this with anyone but you,” I thrust up into her.

  “No one else,” she moaned. “Memphis, please for the love of all that is Holy, will you now please shut up and fuck me?”

  "Yes Ma'am," I replied.

  A smile breaking out across my face as I rolled us over, with me still buried deep inside her. I could feel the smile on her lips as we continued kissing. I don't think that I will ever get enough of kissing her.

  Hedge wrapped her legs around me, opening herself up more to accommodate my size. She sighed in pleasure as I started slowly rocking into her, there was no rush, and we just kissed and touched and felt. I withdrew from her almost all the way before slowly sliding back in; the slow motion was a delicious torture for both of us. Hedge lifted her hips to meet mine, indicating that she wanted to change the pace.

  "More," she sighed.

  Slowly, I slid out until just the head of my thick, hard cock was inside her and then surged forward slamming my cock home. She gasped my name, bring her right knee up to her chest to change the angle. I moved again slowly, softly out, hard and fast in, setting a torturous rhythm. I slipped my arm under her knee sliding her leg over my shoulder. Slowly out, fast in. She gasped and moaned my name again with a leg over my shoulder and with the change in angle I could get deeper than before.

  “Oh, my God, Memphis faster,” she demanded, lifting her hips to meet mine and I picked up the pace thrusting into her harder and faster.

  "Oh, God Baby Girl, you're so damn tight, I can feel you gripping me. Every time your pussy spasms I feel you grip my cock tighter, it's... it's driving me insane," I panted out in between kisses.

  "Oh, Memphis, what…" she clutched at me her fingers scratching down my back, "… What are you doing… To me? I'm so close," she groaned as I rolled my thumb across the hard peak of her nipple again.

  “Let go, Baby Girl, I’ve got you,” I panted, hips thrusting, slamming into her harder, deeper than before.

  I slid a hand between our bodies until I found her clit and applied pressure with my thumb. Hedge’s body clamped down on mine as she came, my name tearing from her lips. The way she clutched at me, clawed at me, screamed my name, snapped the last threads of my control, placing my hands on the bed at her sides, I lifted myself up and started fucking her. Any restraint I had was gone, and I thrust and pounded my cock deep inside her tight body. I continued fucking her straight through one orgasm into another.

  "Baby… Baby… Please cum with me," Hedge whimpered and begged.

  I growled in response, crushing my mouth against hers. I felt Hedge’s body clench mine again as her orgasm took hold, triggering my own. I continued rocking into her as I came. I had never had such an intense orgasm before, and I was still pumping into her as
I slowed down the kiss and my body.

  “Memphis, Baby,” she said between kisses.

  “Yes, Baby Girl.”

  “You’re crushing me,” she giggled, still kissing me, pushing on my chest.

  I rolled to the side taking her with me; she whimpered when I slid out of her. I kissed her again.

  "Stay, right there, don't go anywhere," I said.

  I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom, I could feel her eyes on my naked ass. I cleaned myself up, then walked back to the angel in the bed with a warm cloth. I kissed her long and slow as I used the cloth to clean her.

  Walking back from the bathroom, I returned to the bed gathering her in my arms. Hedge draped her leg over mine, resting her head over my heart. We just lay like that for a few moments until I heard her breathing even out and she fell asleep.

  Stifling a yawn, I kissed the top of her head, tightening my arms around her and whispered. “Sleep sweetly Baby Girl.”

  Chapter 26 Memphis

  "Baby, as much as I would prefer to stay right here and forget the world, we need to get ready for work." Hedge said hours later as she snuggled further into me looking at our intertwined hands, her slender fingers looked small and delicate against mine.

  "No, we don't," I said, kissing the top of her head. "I'm the boss, and I say we can stay in bed." I kissed her cheek, "naked together." I kissed the corner of her mouth, "all day," I kissed her again, rolling so that she was once again under me.

  “Memphis, we can’t ….” I cut her protests off with a thrust of my hips, my cock hardening again for her.

  “Nope, we’re staying right here," I said kissing her, sliding my cock along her pussy, I could feel that she was getting wetter with every movement of my hips.

  “Baby, no we can’t,” she moaned in frustration. “Darcy, you have Darcy at six remember.”

  Her words were saying that we shouldn’t, but the rotation of her hips was saying that we should.

  “Darcy will get over it,” I said, running my hand over the curve of her ass, dragging her leg to my hip.