Tatted and Tamed (KO Ink Book 5)

by Harley McRide

  “Where did those come from?” I asked and frowned.

  Shit, what the hell was going on? I knew those weren’t there before.

  “I grabbed them out of my shaving kit. You took a little...doze before,” Falon smirked.

  “Nuh uh.”

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart. You went lax and if I hadn’t grabbed you, both of us would be flat on the floor. I carried you and laid you down, then went in the bathroom to retrieve the condoms and came back, that is when you opened your eyes,” Falon explained and I frowned. “Don’t worry, I got something that will wake you right up.”

  Falon rolled the condom down his length with the expertise of an experienced man. I wouldn’t let those thoughts take off in my mind. I had a past and so did he. It was what happened from this time forward that would remain in the shadows of our minds, not the faces of others.

  I opened my arms and he joined me on the bed, settling his body between my legs, the weight of his cock resting at my entrance. His upper body was held up by one arm as he moved the other down to grab his cock, then he rubbed it back and forth through my juices, coating it so it would slide smoothly into me. The thought alone had my pussy clenching.

  “I’ve waited a long time to be in this position, and I know it will have been worth every second of the wait,” Falon said and with the thrust of his hips, the head of his cock entered me.

  Just that small motion had my back arching and my moan echoed in the room as he held still to give me the chance to adjust before he worked his way deeper. When he pushed in a little more, the bars on his jacob’s ladder could be felt. As they rubbed against the walls of my pussy, they hit places that had me thrashing from the pleasure. A small twinge of pain was the only thing I felt before the pleasure of finally being filled by him overrode it when he thrusted once more, filling me to the hilt. I couldn’t have taken anymore if he’d been bigger, the head of his cock kissed my cervix as I shifted my hips and he became fully seated within my depths.

  I looked up at Falon and the sight was one I would never forget. His head was throw back, the muscles strained in his neck, his jaw clenched, and I could feel his arms when they began to shake from the exertion he was using to give me the time I needed to adjust.

  “God you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.” Falon’s head jerked down to look at me and the desire in his eyes couldn’t be missed. “But if you don’t start moving, I may have to kill you.” I saw the effort it took for him to answer but he did, and in Falon fashion.

  “Not before I fuck you,” was all he got out and I had no time to respond because he started moving. And with each thrust, each bar hitting a sensitive spot, the fullness I felt, my moans matched his groans and mixed with the only other sound in the room, the slapping of skin hitting skin as he was true to his word and fucked me.

  When I felt the sensation of the orgasm as it began to work through my body, he pulled out.

  “No!” I yelled as the borderline orgasm pulled back.

  “Not yet. I’ll give you what you need but we are going together,” Falon said, flipped me on my stomach and pulled me to my knees. My head rested on the mattress as he pushed on my back, then wrapped his body around me and moved his hips, pushing his cock inside me until I could feel the bone of his pelvis, leaving nothing between us.

  Falon moved in and out, picking up pace as he went until his weight left my back and his hands moved to hold my hips, that was when he started to pound into me with a force that had the headboard banging against the wall.

  I gripped the sheets on the bed to hold on as the orgasm came back into reach. As it moved through my body, my thighs trembled, my pussy spasmed, and as my walls closed in on Falon’s cock, he yelled out and followed me in the best orgasm I had ever experienced.

  Falon continued to pump into me, riding out the wave of the orgasm. I felt the warmth through the condom as he filled it.

  We collapsed on the bed, spent. Falon rolled to his side and pulled me with him. We laid connected while we caught our breaths. He eased out of me and rolled to his back and groaned. I raised up in bed and looked down at him.

  “Oh my God, I’m the worse caregiver ever. It hasn’t been that long since you were shot, hell, you were just in the hospital the day before. Are you okay? Anything hurting? Do you need me to get your pills? Fuck, your back, I think I dug my nails into you. Did I hit the wounds there? I’m so—” Falon’s hand went to my mouth and I stopped mid-sentence.

  “Do not finish that statement or I am going to be pissed. Now take a breath, relax, and let me go toss the condom.” Falon got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I heard the water turn on and then a couple minutes later he walked out.

  “You didn’t answer me. Are you hurting? And don’t lie to me,” I said and sat up in bed.

  “I will never lie to you, Mel. Where I was shot hurts a little, but it is because I’m pushing the time between the pain pills. I don’t like taking them, however, I do need to take the pills they gave me for my head. The bump has gone down considerably.”

  “We should have waited till you were healed more.” Who had mind-blowing, rock your world sex and then feels bad? Evidently me.

  Falon moved around the room and started tossing our clothes on the bed. As he began getting dressed he looked at me.

  “Sweetheart, from what we just experienced between us, if we’d waited much longer we both might’ve needed an ambulance. I’m just a little sore and the meds will take care of that. Let’s go have some cold pizza, watch a little TV, which will give my meds time to kick in,” he said while he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

  “See, you are hurting. You do need to be relaxing so you can heal,” I said, getting out of bed and pulling on my sweats and yanking the shirt over my head. When my head popped through the opening, Falon was standing by the door with a smirk on his face. “What?”

  “You’re so damn cute when you are all worried about me.”

  “Bite me, Falon. You piss me off,” I said and started to walk by him but he grabbed my arm.

  “Stop being so damn prickly and let me finish what I was going to say before you start jumping to conclusions. We could watch TV, which will give my meds time to kick in BEFORE, we go at it again. Don’t give me that look. We’re going to have sex again, maybe even a couple more times; you have some spots on your skin I didn’t get to kiss.” Falon let go of my arm and walked out the bedroom door and yelled over his shoulder, “Don’t get any wise ideas that we aren’t doing this again. Get used to it. Plan on taking you any chance I get. You know the saying, ‘Sex does a body good’.”

  “That is milk, you dumbass!” I yelled as I walked out of the room to follow.

  Falon was already down the stairs when his reply came, “That’s for boys, sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I just showed you I am all man.”

  I shook my head and smiled as I walked down the stairs. I couldn’t argue with that since my body felt pretty darn good.

  Chapter Ten

  Falon

  My eyes popped opened and I looked down to see what had woken me. And yeah, I could definitely get used to seeing and feeling Mel’s tongue on my cock. She licked the underside, then swirled it around the top and sucked just the head in her mouth. Holy shit!

  One hand was wrapped around the base while her other hand massaged my balls. When her fingernail raked down the sensitive spot under my sac, my hips shot off the bed and if she hadn’t had a hold of my cock, I would have shoved it deep into her mouth. My hands grabbed what little bit of hair she had on her head as she worked me at her pace.

  Mel’s brown eyes looked up at me and I stared back while she scooted up, putting herself in a better position to take me further into her mouth. As she continued to watch me, her mouth opened and she slid my cock over her lips and into her mouth, taking as much of me as she could. When my cock hit the back of her throat, she pulled back and did it again.

  “Don’t stop, baby,” I gritted out as the tingle started to work its w
ay through my body. When she hummed around my cock in response, my balls drew up and I couldn’t hold off any longer. The grip on her head tightened so she couldn’t pull back. Mel had to know I was close since she relaxed her jaw and relinquished control to me.

  I pushed in and then pulled out, leaving only the head of my cock to rest between her lips. I wasn’t going to last much longer in her warm, wet mouth and when I pushed in and she swallowed as my cock touched the back of her throat, that was it. As I tried to pull out before I shot my load, Mel tightened her grip on my dick and left me no choice. My come splattered the back of her throat and she swallowed every drop as pulse after pulse released more. Mel eased my cock out of her mouth when my hips relaxed back onto the bed, her tongue left no evidence that I just had the best fucking blowjob, ever.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, come here and let me reciprocate,” I said as Mel began kissing her way up my body. She straddled my hips and her hands moved over my chest stopping only to gently pull on the loops attached to my nipples.

  “See, it was only a fluke brought on by the meds, Falon,” Mel said as she continued to rub her hands over my chest.

  “Dammit, woman! I told you last night we weren’t talking about that ever again, just like the Christmas incident.”

  “What Christmas incident?”

  “Did you hear me; we don’t talk about it. Just like we aren’t going to talk about last night.”

  “Falon, every man has probably had a time when they just couldn’t perform. You are still healing,” Mel said and shrugged. “I just proved it wasn’t a permanent issue since you ranted for like an hour before the medication didn’t give you a choice but to crash.”

  “I’m not every man, I don’t have issues with my dick. He gets hard on command. Not once as he failed me until... I’m done with this, it didn’t happen. Why are we even talking about it? We aren’t supposed to be even speaking of it again.” Mel giggled. Giggled.

  I reached up and grabbed her under the arms until I had her over my face.

  “Agree you are never going to mention that again, ever!” I held onto her hips and ran my tongue through her folds, she was wet from giving me a blowjob.

  “You are such a baby. I’m not agreeing to shit,” Mel said and I pulled her down and licked her from back to front, making sure every time my tongue came in contact with her clit, it was the piercing that rubbed over it.

  “You will.” I pushed my tongue into her entrance and her hips bucked as she rode my tongue. I pulled my tongue out. “Agree and I will get you off with my mouth, if not, then I will leave you hanging.”

  “You are a bastard, so no.” The challenge was issued and I went back to the task at hand, my tongue fucking her pussy.

  Mel’s body began to tremble under my hands and I knew she was getting close, I moved my hands off her hips so I could use them to hold her pussy lips apart to give me more access to the swollen nub peeking out from its hood. I sucked, licked, and used my tongue to lay the assault on her. When she started to moan and push down on my tongue moving her hips to where she needed it to make contact, I pulled my tongue out.

  “Say it, say it, Mel, and I will put us both out of misery. My cock’s so hard right now I could pound nails with it.” I moved my hands back to her hips to hold her still.

  “Asshole, fine. We will not speak of the...stiffy malfunction, as you called it, again. Now fucking make me come!”

  I smiled and flipped her to her back. Reached for the condom packet on the nightstand and rolled it on in record time. Mel watched from behind hooded eyes until I lifted one leg up and over my hip and pushed into her. The angle took me deep and I pistoned into her until she bent her head back as far as it would go and arched her back off the bed. She screamed out as her body shook from her orgasm. I lifted the other leg and placed them both over my forearms and opened her wider and continued to move in and out, reaching for my own release. I shoved deep one last time and my orgasm racked my body.

  After, I pulled out and disposed of the condom and joined her back in bed. Mel rolled and curled into me. I looked at the clock and we had a little time left before we had to get up and let the world back in. I closed my eyes and smiled, definitely could wake like this every morning.

  “Falon. Falon,” Mel’s voice and the small shoves to my shoulder had my eyes opening.

  “Huh, what?” I looked at Mel as she leaned over me.

  “Here.” I glanced down to hand and my phone sat in her palm. “You didn’t hear it, so I answered it. The lady says she is the owner of the Manhattan gallery handling your art.” I moved and sat on the edge of the bed and took the phone from Mel’s hand. “I’m going downstairs to start the coffee,” Mel said and I put the phone to my ear.

  “This is Falon,” I said into the phone as I nodded to Mel and watched her walk out of the bedroom as I listened to Mrs. Grossman talk on the other end. “Today?”

  “Yes, the gentleman said he would look around until you got here.” I looked at the clock, calculated the time it would take me to get shower, dressed, and across the bridge and into Manhattan.

  “I can be there by ten. If he is unable to wait that long, call me back so I don’t make the trip for nothing.”

  Mrs. Grossman agreed and I hung up. Great, just how I wanted to spend my day. Maybe I could get Mel to make the trip in, I thought as I grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom.

  After I showered and dressed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Mel sat at the bar talking on her cell. I walked around the counter to the coffee pot. I could tell she was talking with work, just not who with as I poured myself a cup and then leaned on the bar in front of her.

  “Yeah, be there in thirty,” Mel said and disconnected the call. “That was Tony, we got more information. I got to go into a meeting. Do you want to go too?”

  “I will come in after I go to the gallery. Mrs. Grossman said I have a gentleman there asking to meet me about some art. I was going to ask if you wanted to go with me but you need to go in. Plus, I have my doctor’s appointment this afternoon. I hope he clears me to drive, being dependent on others sucks.” Mel’s eyebrows crinkled.

  “Shit, that is right. How are you going to get there? Maybe if I called Tony—” I cut her off.

  “No, you won’t. Go and get an update on what is going on. I will take a cab, which will be easier actually since it is always a bitch to park and then once you do, you end up walking five blocks to get to where you were going. This way, I get dropped off in front of the gallery, and when they bring me back, I can have them drop me off at the hospital for my checkup.” Mel frowned in thought.

  “Call when your appointment is over at the hospital, we should be done with the meeting, and I will come pick you up,” Mel said, stood, and gather her stuff.

  “You don’t have to do that; I am capable of getting back to the shop on my own.” I watched her place her cup in the sink and walk to the doorway leading out of the kitchen.

  “I didn’t say you weren’t. Gotta go, we can figure out what we are having for dinner tonight later,” she said and headed down the hall with me behind her. “You know how to set the alarm; the spare key is in the key box in the laundry room. See you later.” Mel opened the door and I pushed it closed. “What the hell?” she said and turned toward me.

  “This,” was all I said as I leaned in and kissed her. When I stepped back she looked up at me and smiled. “Now you can go to work.”

  “You’re a goof.”

  “Your goof.” I opened the door and watched her walk to her car and pull away before I closed it.

  Twenty minutes later, I was in a cab and headed to Manhattan.

  There were a few people walking through the gallery when I entered. Mrs. Grossman spotted me and made a beeline toward me.

  “Mr. O’Malley, glad you could make it. The gentlemen are in your section and Mr. Elson purchased three of your paintings already as he walked through.” Mrs. Grossman started walking toward where my works hung on the walls
. There had to be more Elsons in New York, surely, I thought as I followed. When Mrs. Grossman reach the doorway, she pointed to the men and left me with them to tend to the other potential buyers walking through the other artists’ showings.

  The two men had their backs to me as I walked in, but I didn’t miss the two men in suits by the entrance, standing there like statues. This should be interesting.

  I cleared my throat and the two gentlemen turned around. I had no clue which was Mr. Elson until they looked at me, one’s face broke out into a smile while the other man glared at me as he walked half a step behind on the first man’s right.

  “Ah to finally meet you, Mr. Holmes. My father is going to be so jealous,” the first man stuck out his hand and continued to talk as we shook hands, “He is a big fan of your work. The last time he visited from Russia, he shipped two of your pieces back to his home. You may have heard of him, Boris Elson. I’m his son, Bogdan Elson,” he introduced himself and as an afterthought included the man beside him. “Please forgive me, this is my right-hand man, Yuri Vitsin.”

  I was ready to extend my hand but the man made no move closer. The only thing he did do was a chin lift as acknowledgement. I focused back on Boris’s son.

  “Nice meeting you too. So what can I do for you, Mr. Elson?”

  “Please call me Bogdan. We wish to commission you to paint a portrait of our family, Mr. Holmes. Cost does not factor into this, it is for my ailing father. I think this will help greatly in his recovery.”