Blaze: Men of Inked Heatwave #4

by Bliss, Chelle

  “I want to give you what you gave me.”

  I trace the line of her spine with my fingers, stroking her skin softly, trying to keep my shit under control. “You don’t have to do that, baby. I was happy to give you what you wanted last night.”

  “Jett,” she whispers, her hand slipping lower and sliding under the sheet. “I want to.”

  I hold my breath, waiting for the moment her hand touches my cock. Any air I had in my lungs quickly evaporates. Her skin’s warm, her touch light as her fingers find my shaft, thankfully missing the head this time.

  “Lily. I want you to be…” The words die on my lips as her fingers curl around my length and she starts to stroke me.

  If the heavens could part and the angels sing, this would be the moment. Lily’s touching me for the first time of her own free will and not because she’s required to for work. I thought I’d lose it when I was in the chair at Inked. But now, with her in my bed, touching me, there’s no way I can keep my need for her contained.

  I bend my neck, searching her eyes for any hesitation or fear, but there’s none. She looks sure of herself, so comfortable tucked against my side, touching me. As if she was always meant to be there and has been many times before.

  “Kiss me,” she says, her hand moving faster, her fingers tightening around me.

  I smile as I lean forward, closing the space between us, pressing my lips to hers. At first, the kiss is gentle, sleep still clouding my thoughts, and the shock of waking up to find her in my bed hasn’t worn off. But when she opens her mouth, sliding her tongue between my lips, the animal that’s been hibernating inside me is finally unleashed.

  With my hand on her back, I pull her upper body toward me, careful not to stop her from touching my cock. For a virgin, she’s pretty fucking fantastic at the way she’s stroking with just the right amount of pressure.

  She moans as I kiss her deeper, tangling my tongue around hers. I slide my other hand under her arm, wanting to touch her body, needing to feel the warmth of her skin and make her feel as good as she’s making me.

  When my hand finds her thigh, I move my fingers upward, pausing when I realize she’s not wearing any panties. The one thing I know about Lily is the girl always has on underwear. Always. And not the sexy type most women her age wear. She’s all about the comfortable cotton ones. But tonight, in my bed, wearing nothing but a thin, soft nightie, she’s otherwise naked.

  This isn’t by chance.

  She didn’t just wander into my bedroom after a bad dream.

  She planned this.

  The underwear is a dead giveaway, especially since I woke up to her trying to touch me. She wants this, and there’s no doubt in my mind she came in here fully intending to follow through. I don’t need to ask her anymore if she’s sure. I don’t need to repeat the question, trying to make the consequences easier on my conscience. Lily tiptoed into my room for more than comfort.

  I inch my fingertips higher, sliding over the soft, wet skin of her pussy, earning me a squeeze to my cock and a moan against my lips. She lifts her leg, resting her knee on my thigh, giving me complete access to her body.

  I don’t pause.

  I don’t think.

  I just do what she needs and what I want.

  I graze her clit, moving my fingers against her pussy in the way I know she likes. The way that makes her moan, rubbing her body against my hand like she can’t get enough.

  I’m already turned on beyond comprehension, feeling like a teenage boy being touched for the first time. Add in the sounds she’s making as I touch her most private area, and I’m ready to explode. If I’m not careful, the entire thing will be over before we can even start.

  She whines when my hand drifts from between her legs, and I break our kiss. Moving into a sitting position, I bring her with me, instantly regretting the moment her hand unlatches from around my cock.

  Without saying a word, I slip my fingers under the straps of her nightie, wanting to feel all of her flesh on mine. I want no barriers, nothing separating us the first time we’re really and truly together.

  Her eyes sparkle in the soft glow from the television, her eyes holding mine as she raises her arms, allowing me to slip the gown over her head. Her breasts are perfect. Not too big and not too small, but the perfect handful, as if they were made for me.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my gaze roaming over her bare flesh. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with, and not just physically but inside too. There’s no ugly side to Lily. She’s kind, sweet, and caring all the way to her core.

  “No talking,” she tells me, her cheeks stained pink. “I want this, Jett. You don’t need to lavish compliments on me to get me to sleep with you. I’m here and now.” She swallows and sucks in a quick breath. “I’m naked. I’m ready for this. I want this. I want this with you.”

  I toss her nightie to the floor at the side of the bed, not caring where it lands because she isn’t going to need it anymore. “I’m not lavishing compliments on you. I’m telling you what I see, wanting you to know how I feel because I’ve never felt this way before. This is as new to me as it is to you.”

  I’ve never been good at sharing my feelings, always too worried a girl would become too clingy. But with Lily, I need to be honest. She deserves as much. I’ve always seen her. Not just as the bookworm avoiding eye contact, but as a beautiful, shy thing, scared of being who she truly is. She always had her nose buried in a book, living her life through others instead of for herself.

  But when she told me she dropped out of school, I realized she wasn’t the same person I knew in high school. She wasn’t the dutiful daughter, always looking to please her parents. She’d finally found a part of herself she’d always been missing. This moment, with her in my bed, naked and waiting, is another step on her journey of self-discovery.

  I push her back, resting my body on top of hers, caging her head in with my arms. Lifting up on my elbows, I gaze at her for another moment before pressing my mouth to hers again. I don’t stay long, knowing I need to make her wet so the entire experience is as painless as possible.

  Sliding down her body, I drag my lips across her skin, tasting her everywhere I can. Her legs fall to the sides, no longer pressing against me, granting me access to every inch of her body. I pepper her upper body with gentle kisses, moving my mouth to her breasts before finally closing my lips around her nipple.

  She arches her back, pushing her breasts into my face as I suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking the hard tip with my tongue. She rocks into me, grinding her wet pussy against my impossibly hard cock. I moan, wanting to slide into her, feel her bare.

  “Are you on the pill?” I murmur against her breast, peering up at her.

  “No.” She pouts for only a second, her mouth going slack when I suck again.

  “Damn,” I whisper, knowing skin on skin would be all kinds of wrong. “Get on that, baby.”

  “I never needed to be,” she says, reminding me she’s untouched and has never been fucked before. “Do you have a condom?”

  If I had any doubt at all, which I didn’t, about her wanting to follow through, it’s gone. I nod, tracing her nipple with my tongue. “When you’re ready, I’ll get it.”

  Her fingers slide across my shoulders and settle near my neck. “I’m ready,” she whispers.

  I shake my head. No matter how badly I want to bury myself inside her, she’s not ready. “Not yet, baby.”

  She lets out a small growl. “I am,” she argues.

  I place my hand between us, running my fingers between her legs. She’s wet for sure, but taking a finger is quite different from taking a cock, especially one as big as mine. I push a finger slowly inside her, careful to keep my lips around her nipple, giving her pleasure.

  Her nails dig into my skin as she arches her back and spreads her legs. After thrusting in and out of her a few times, I run my second finger through her wetness and start to push inside. Slowly, ever so fucking slow
, I stretch her pussy around my fingers as she holds her breath and stiffens.

  “Relax, Lily. I got you,” I tell her, swiping my thumb across her clit.

  She exhales as the pleasure shoots through her, and I touch her in the way I know she loves to be touched. Her body is responsive, quick to climb, easy to get off. Untouched and unspoiled by anyone before me.

  She rocks into my hand, her breasts still pushed high, and I don’t waste the moment, sucking and laving at her nipples as my fingers ready her for my cock. Her pussy adjusts, almost pulling my fingers inside her as her body races toward the orgasm she’s always so eager to get.

  It doesn’t take long before she’s shaking underneath me, gasping for air as the orgasm crashes over her. Her nails bite into my shoulders as I thrust my fingers in and out of her through each wave, giving her as much pleasure as possible. She twists and moans until my hand slows and her body goes limp.

  I reach over, opening the drawer of my nightstand, feeling around for the condoms I have there just in case. Not that I ever planned on fucking Lily, but a man always has to be prepared for anything and everything, including a pussy so sweet you’d give your last breath to be inside.

  I gaze down at Lily as I lift the wrapper to my lips. Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing heavy, coming off the orgasm I know just rocked her world. Her eyes fly open as I tear the wrapper with my teeth. She gives me a lazy smile, watching in sheer fascination as I pluck the latex from the packaging.

  I lean back as she slides her hands along my body and give her a full view of my body and my cock. Her gaze drifts down my chest, eyes widening like she’s never seen my dick before.

  “Jesus,” she whispers, her mouth hanging open. “I don’t think…”

  “It’ll fit, baby. Trust me. It’ll fit,” I say, almost begging because right now, I’m so fucking worked up, I know I’ll come in record time.

  “Go slow,” she pleads, chewing on her bottom lip. “Promise me you’ll go slow.”

  “I’ll be gentle,” I promise, wanting this to be as good for her as it’s going to be for me.

  I peer down, staring at my piercing, trying to figure out how the fuck to position the condom around the damn thing. It only takes me a minute to work the latex around the metal, rolling over the head, and down my shaft.

  When I lean back over her, dick between her legs, body craving for her touch, she drops her knees to the bed. “I’m ready,” she whispers. “I want this.”

  I gaze into her eyes, studying her face, knowing she’s speaking the truth. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

  She pulls my face to hers, taking my mouth in a hard kiss as I fist my cock, rubbing the tip against her warmth. I hate condoms. They kill the sensation, dulling the pleasure. Even though the end result is the same, nothing else about the experience is.

  “I want you bare, Lily,” I whisper against her lips between kisses. “I want to feel all of you.”

  She moans her agreement, hands moving along my arms. At first, there’s a twinge of pain, the piercing being pulled and squished in a way I hadn’t experienced yet. I don’t let the different feeling stop me as I slowly push my head inside her.

  Her knees come off the bed, pressing into my hips. I kiss her deeper, trying to distract her from the nervousness I know is coursing through her. At first, she’s tense, her body barely moving except her hands, which have touched every inch of my shoulders and back.

  I push inside another inch, waiting for her body to get used to the invasion and giving myself time to adjust to her tightness and the new addition to my body. If something could feel like heaven, it would be being inside her.

  I pull back, peering down at her, studying her face. “You okay, baby?” I ask softly, barely getting the words out because hell, I’m not sure if I’m okay.

  This is a religious experience. I’m not much of a believer in a higher power, but hell if I’m not at least partially converted, pushing inside her. The only way this could be better is if there were no barriers between us. Skin on skin.

  She exhales and swallows, nodding, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m okay,” she says, her voice cracking on the last word.

  I lean forward, moving my head down her body, and take her nipple into my mouth. This girl loves having her nipples sucked, and I know the pleasure will help her relax, making the entire experience better.

  Her back bows as her eyes flutter closed and her lips part. I push deeper, forcing myself an inch closer to being completely inside her, but careful not to hurt her. It’s a test of will and self-control.

  One final thrust and I’m fully inside her. I stop moving my hips, licking her nipples, giving myself this moment. I’m her first. The only person to touch her this way, to be this deep.

  It’s not lost on me. The importance of what she’s giving me. The trust she’s put in my hands and how, no matter what happens between us, she’ll never forget me.

  Pulling out slowly, I suck her nipple harder and thrust inside again, still gentle, still careful. It only takes a few minutes for Lily to relax and her body to move with mine. Only then do I lift my head, giving her my lips and taking her until there’s nothing more to give.

  19

  Lily

  “So, are you guys officially a thing now?” Tamara asks, gazing up at me, searching my face like she can read all my dirty thoughts if she stares hard enough.

  I shrug, twisting around to get a glimpse of Jett shaking hands with Uncle Joe. “We haven’t discussed the true nature of our relationship yet.”

  Tamara blinks at me like I’m an alien. “Is he sleeping with anyone else?”

  I shake my head.

  “Are you seeing anyone else?”

  I shake my head.

  “Then you’re a couple, and by the blush on your face and the fact that you didn’t correct my statement, I’d say someone’s not a virgin anymore.”

  Gigi’s eyes widen, and the straw between her lips falls back into the glass as her mouth hangs open. “You finally did it?” she asks.

  I smile, unable to hold back my excitement. We’ve always shared everything. Sometimes more than I wanted to know, but this time, it’s me with the big news and not them.

  “We did,” I whisper, not wanting anyone else to hear.

  Gigi and Tamara squeal, rising from their chairs to envelop me in a group hug.

  “This is huge. Are you okay?” Tamara asks, surprising me because I figured she’d ask about the size of his cock before anything else.

  “I’m good.” I pause, my smile getting wider. “Great, actually.”

  Gigi holds my hand, staring at Jett over my shoulder. “Do your parents know?”

  “About us having sex?” I blink.

  “About you two dating, dumb-dumb.” She snorts, shaking her head.

  “Oh my God. No. My dad would probably…” I turn my head, catching my dad talking with James, but he’s staring at me. “Shit. I should probably tell them before they figure it out.”

  “Normally, I’d say truth is the best way, but with Uncle Mike, I’m not sure,” Gigi says, moving to my side and glancing at my father. “He’s kind of a hothead.”

  “Kind of?” Tamara snorts. “The man can be scary.”

  Gigi waves her hand toward our uncles and fathers. “Which one of them isn’t? They’re all ridiculous.”

  “What are you three doing?” Pike asks, walking up behind us and catching us completely off guard.

  “Jesus, make some noise next time,” Tamara mutters.

  “Thought our boots would be enough, but you’re too consumed by…what?” Mammoth asks.

  Tamara snuggles into Mammoth’s chest, peering up at him. “Just talking about Jett and if Lily should tell her dad that they’re more than living together.”

  “That’s a negative, babe.” Mammoth’s gray eyes swing to me. “Keep that shit on lockdown as long as you can. Understand?”

  “Um, no,” I mutter, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.


  I like Mammoth. I like him a lot. He’s great for Tamara. But sometimes, like now, he’s confusing. Why should I hide my relationship with Jett when no one else in the family does?

  Mammoth gives me a lopsided smile. “Doll, you’re living with the man, and while you two may be bumping uglies, I think it’s best if your parents think otherwise.”

  I blanch at his crassness, shaking my head at just how wrong he is. “It’s not like that. It’s been beautiful.”

  Mammoth levels me with his gaze. “I swear to fuck, don’t tell them. Not yet. They’re still getting used to you living with a friend who’s male, let alone sleeping with him.”

  Tamara and Gigi are nodding, totally agreeing with Mammoth, but Pike’s quiet, standing behind Gigi, eyes on Jett.

  “And you?” I ask Pike, valuing his opinion.

  Pike ticks his head toward Mammoth. “I’m with him. Wait a little longer to be sure.”

  “I thought honesty was always the best policy.” I cross my arms, glaring at the four of them. “I can’t believe you all want me to lie.”

  “No—” Pike puts up his hand “—don’t lie. If they ask, then answer honestly, but don’t blurt it out just to make yourself feel better.”

  “Let’s go out after this. Celebrate a little, yeah?” Tamara asks, wrapping her arms around Mammoth’s middle. “It’s been a while since we’ve been out together.”

  “Don’t you have school tomorrow?” I ask Tamara.

  She shakes her head. “Holiday.”

  “Fucker,” I whisper.

  I miss holidays. The shop never closes except for something like five holidays out of the year, along with every Sunday. I miss the easy schedule of college with endless holidays, spring break, winter break, and anything else they can use as an excuse not to have to work.

  Gigi glances down, taking in her surf shorts and flip-flops. “I need to run home and change, so let’s say eight at Duff’s.”