by Jenika Snow
He cleared his throat and looked down at her design. “This shouldn’t be a problem. Let me sketch something out.” He looked back up at her but then just as quickly averted his eyes and pointed to one of the chairs in the waiting area. “Have a seat and I’ll only be a minute.” Then he was striding away from her and disappearing into a back room.
Stella walked over to a chair and sat down, and although she grabbed a magazine and tried to look through it, she couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to the fact that Cadeon had most definitely been acting like he wanted her. That bulge he sported couldn’t be construed as anything but arousal, and seeing as she was the only one here with him, well, logic told her that had been for her.
But clearly that arousal had pissed him off, because his whole attitude had turned slightly frosty, and he had refused to look at her. Well, this should be an interesting few hours.
5
Cadeon sat at his worktable and forced himself to focus on the sketch before him. It was near impossible with the hard-on he was sporting and the fact that he wanted Stella so fucking bad that his blood was pumping hard and fast through his veins. She was just a few feet from him and only separated by a thin wall.
He could even smell her still, and that fresh, flowery aroma seemed to surround him. Closing his eyes, the scent of lavender filled his head, made him feel dizzy and intoxicated, and he found himself gripping onto the edge of the table with enough force his knuckles cracked.
When she had lifted her shirt to show him where she wanted her ink, all he had seen was lush curves and smooth, creamy skin. It had only taken that strip of flesh that she revealed for his cock to spring to action and all intelligence to leave him. But he snapped out of that when he realized she was looking at his dick and could clearly see the bastard pressing against his jeans. Was he embarrassed that she had seen how hard she made him?
No.
What did make him feel like an idiot was how he reacted after the fact. He had taken the coward’s way out and had gotten the fuck out of her presence. Yeah, he did need to sketch out her tattoo, but that hadn’t been the only reason he had gotten the fuck away from her. And now here he was sitting alone in the back room with his dick digging into his zipper.
All he could focus on was clearing the drafting table, throwing Stella on top of it, and filling her up with his dick until she screamed out for more.
He leaned back and stared at the design in front of him. He had been back here for the last ten minutes, and although he could’ve just had her back here with him so she wasn’t alone, he needed to be by himself and get his shit together. Cadeon took several deep breaths and told himself over and over again that she wasn’t for him. Age wasn’t the issue, even though he was nearly two decades older than her.
But age was just a number, and at forty, Cadeon knew what he wanted in life, and what he wanted was a twenty-three-year-old woman who was totally off-limits to him. Her family connections meant he needed to back the fuck off—for his health and because it was all about respecting the MC.
Once he was finished with the sketch, he took it back into the waiting room. He stopped when he saw her sitting with a magazine in her lap. He could tell she was uncomfortable by her posture and the way she kept shifting in her seat, but damn did she look gorgeous. “You okay?”
She looked up, and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “I’m all right.” She shrugged. “Okay, I’m pretty nervous.” Her chest rose and fell pretty harshly, cementing that she was scared. Before he could respond, maybe try to ease her a little bit, she started speaking again. “You able to draw it out?” She stood and set the magazine on the couch beside her.
He nodded and moved closer to her. After handing her the sketch, he stared at her face as she looked it over.
“Wow, this is really good. You did a great job.” She looked up at him and smiled, and all that nervousness he knew was a mixture from the awkward encounter they shared ten minutes ago and getting her first tattoo faded away. “It looks exactly like what I envisioned, but yours is so much more detailed.”
“I’ll add shading and the watercolor effect that you want once I start working on you. That is just a rough sketch of what will be the final product.”
“Well, for a rough sketch, it’s incredible. I can’t wait to see it finished.”
He took the paper back when she handed it to him and gestured for her to walk ahead of him. “First, you’ll stand in front of the mirror to show me right where you want it. Then I’ll have you hop up on the table, and you’ll lay on your side. It’ll be more comfortable for you, and I’ll be able to get all three areas without having to move you much.”
She turned, grabbed her purse, and walked ahead of him, and dammit if he couldn’t stop himself from checking out her ass. Even though she wore jeans, the big mounds called to him, and after he had gotten his cock under control and it was only semi-hard, the fucker now sprang forth like a damn jet taking off. Fuck, this was going to be a long session if he couldn’t keep his body in check.
Clearing his throat, Cadeon turned to the side, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. Get your shit together, man. “I’ll add the stencil to your side and let you take a look to make sure the size and placement are good.”
She nodded.
Once he had the design on her and she liked where it was located, he gestured for her to go to the table and lie down. He had to stop as he watched her climb up on it. Well, Christ. Her jeans tightened around her ass when she adjusted herself so she was on her side with her back toward him. Stella was a curvy woman in all the right places.
The dip of her waist as it curved down and then up to her ass had him nearly groaning out loud. Cadeon swore he could feel his pulse at the tip of his dick. With his mouth dry, his throat tight, and his arousal pounding fast and fierce inside him, he had to force himself to get his head in the game and his eyes off the luscious fucking bottom right in front of his face.
“So, will this hurt a lot, since it’s on my side?” She looked over her shoulder and lifted her shirt up to expose the area once more. “Or is that a stupid question, since it’ll probably hurt no matter where it’s located.” Her voice was soft, but the slight tremor in it told him that her nerves had risen again.
“It’s different for everyone, but of course it’ll hurt to a point. It’s several needles going into your skin, Stella.” When he said her name, his heart stalled in his chest. This certainly wasn’t the first time he had spoken her name, but for some reason, and with the funky-ass atmosphere that had suddenly surrounded them, saying her name seemed almost intimate. “It might hurt unbearably for someone else, but for you not so much.” He focused on gathering his equipment and setting it beside her.
“This will be a few hours?”
“No more than two, but we can stop any time and give you a break.”
“Okay,” she said.
Once Cadeon had everything set up, he took the edge of her shirt and pushed it up a couple more inches. “I’m going to tuck this under so no ink gets on the material.” He looked over at her and saw that she watched him.
She nodded again and then licked her lips.
Damn. Why was it so hard for him to get control of himself? He’d never had an issue with keeping his arousal and need under control, but then again, he had never been in a situation like this with her. They were alone, she was showing a good amount of skin—enough for him to keep this damn hard-on—and truth be told, he hadn’t wanted a woman like this… ever. He tucked her shirt under so that all of her torso was pretty much on display.
“Just relax.” He waited until she was rested completely on the table, and then put some gloves on. Yeah, this was going to be one long-ass session, because the scent of her filled his nose, and his dick refused to calm the fuck down. But Cadeon focused on the task at hand.
For the next hour and a half, he worked on her tattoo. He stopped a few times, gave her a moment to catch her breath, but she always told him to continue. He kne
w it hurt her like a bitch, could tell by the way she clenched her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, but she stuck it out and told him to go on. When he had the last part of the shading done, he cleaned off her skin and set his stuff down.
“You’re good to go.” He helped her up and off the table then led her over to the full-length mirror. “What do you think?” She didn’t say anything for at least a minute, and Cadeon worried she was upset by it, because of her silence.
She covered her mouth with both her hands, tears started welling in her eyes, and she turned and looked at her back. “It’s perfect,” she said after she dropped her hands. And then she faced him.
“I’m glad you’re happy.” He smiled and grabbed the non-stick dressing then moved back over to her. He gently applied it, covering the tattoo and smoothing the tape along her back and belly to keep it in place. When he straightened and looked into her face, it was to see her staring at him and wearing this strange expression. But before he could ask her again if she was okay, she took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
With her body so close to his and her head on his chest, Cadeon couldn’t do anything but stand there and let her touch him. She was so close to him, and her scent enveloped every part of him. His cock was still hard, and Cadeon knew that if she didn’t back up, he was going to take matters into his own hands, and that would fuck up a lot of shit.
“Thank you so much. It’s exactly what I wanted.” She pulled back, and when she tilted her head and looked up at him while still holding onto him, Cadeon snapped. That control he kept so close to him left instantly.
He reached out and tangled his hands in her hair, tilted her head to the side, and claimed her mouth with his. A startled gasp left her, but he couldn’t pull away, even though he should’ve. And then she surprised the fuck out of him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing fully against him. Cadeon felt her breasts mold to his chest, and his cock throbbed even harder.
He smoothed his tongue along hers, slid it over her bottom lip and then her top, and pushed it back inside the warm depths of her mouth. She tasted sweet and minty, and he grew addicted to her.
Both of them breathed heavily, and he tightened his fingers into her scalp and devoured her even further. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop this animal that seemed to burst free from him as soon as she touched him. But Stella was the one to back off, and instead of moving away like he thought she would, she curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and rose on her toes to press her mouth to his once more.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she said against his mouth. Her warm breath teased his lips. “I have wanted you for the last three years but never thought this moment would ever happen.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes, breathing out roughly. “This shouldn’t be happening, Stella.” But instead of pushing her away like he should have, he curled his fingers into her shoulders and pulled her closer. Her softness against his hardness had the male part of him roaring out in pleasure. Opening his eyes and holding her gaze with his own, he tried to tell himself that this was wrong on every level. But how could something so wrong feel so incredibly right?
He had wanted her from the moment he saw her and for three years had done good at keeping away and staying strong when it concerned her. Cadeon had even done a fine-ass job at not showing that he wanted her. Now, though, he didn’t have any strength left and couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head and taking her mouth once more, and in a more brutal manner.
He was mindful of her brand-new tattoo, but she seemed almost frantic in her actions as she kissed him back, and that had adrenaline pumping through his veins so powerfully he felt like some kind of beast despoiling the virgin.
She moved her tongue in and out of his mouth and twirled it around his. The act had dirty fucking images slamming into his mind, ones that showed him watching between their bodies as he plowed his cock in and out of her tight, hot little body.
“You taste so fucking good.” Cadeon turned them around and used his body to press her backward. The table stopped him from moving them any farther. Sliding his hands up her neck, he felt her pulse beat rapidly right below her ears. He continued moving his hands up until he took the long, thick blonde strands in his hands and could wrap his fingers around the locks.
He used his hold on her to tilt her head back and broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her jaw, over her neck, and finally stopped at her collarbones so he could suck at the raised area. The delicate bones were a fucking turn-on to him, always had been, and Stella had the most delectable ones he had ever seen.
“If you don’t tell me to stop right now, baby….” He continued to run his tongue over her flesh, loved that tiny goosebumps popped out along her arms, and couldn’t stop the groan that left him. If she didn’t stop this now, he was going to take her so hard and thoroughly that there was no going back.
6
A moan left Stella, and she let her head fall back and closed her eyes. Cadeon was licking and sucking at her skin and occasionally dragged his teeth along the sensitive raised lines of her collarbones. Never had she had a guy pay attention to that particular area on her body, and she certainly hadn’t thought it would be an erogenous zone. It was though, and Cadeon was paying so much attention to it, that she felt a continuous flow of moisture leaving her.
He said she needed to tell him to stop if she didn’t want this going further, but even if Stella had wanted to, or felt any kind of reservations because of it, she couldn’t have formed any kind of coherent words. But she didn’t want any of this to stop and for the last three years had pictured this exact encounter in her mind.
He cupped both her breasts, kneaded the flesh in his huge hands, and then swept his thumbs across her hard nipples. She knew those tips were rock-hard, and she knew that if he broke away from her and looked at her chest, he’d be able to see her nipples stabbing through the material of her shirt.
There was the light throb of discomfort and a burning sensation from her new tattoo, but honestly, she had so many endorphins, adrenaline, and desire rushing through every part of her that all she could think about was having Cadeon.
She moved her hands to his face and cupped each side of his head. Gently pulling him back, she knew he had allowed her to pull him away from her. His eyes were half-lidded, and she knew the arousal that was on his face was a clear reflection of her own. His lips were red and a little glossy from sucking on her flesh.
“You want this, Stella? You want me to fuck you?” He leaned in so that his lips were only a hairsbreadth away from hers. His breath smelled minty, and she had to stop herself from moaning once more. “Do you want me to do all the filthy fucking things I’ve envisioned since I saw you all those years ago?”
Oh. God.
“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten to this point.” Her words were soft and breathy, and she watched as he closed his eyes and groaned in response. He was so powerfully masculine, towering over her and blocking out everything behind him. Even though they were out in the middle of the shop with an open floorplan, and the fact that the windows were blacked out, there was still this exhilarated sensation that ran through her.
No one could see them, but there was still this freeing sensation that filled her at knowing they were out in the open… kind of.
“Your tattoo.”
She knew he was saying it because he worried about hurting her, and she should have been worried too, but all she could feel was the beating of her heart, the dizziness of her arousal pumping through her head, and the wetness that was unbearable between her legs.
“I’m fine.”
Cadeon gripped her under the arms and lifted her onto the table. He stepped closer, using his body to spread her legs wide, and cupped the nape of her neck. He kissed her, long and deep, and she was about to push him away and complain that she was done with the foreplay.
She wanted more action, wan
ted to feel the hardness of his body against the softness of hers, and didn’t want to stop until they were both sated, out of breath, and she was sore between her thighs.
She certainly wasn’t a virgin, but it also wasn’t like she was overly experienced, probably not compared to Cadeon. being this close to Cadeon and sensing the dominance that poured from him like a second entity made her feel so inexperienced and submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to her, could touch her, dominate her, and control her until she couldn’t stand, let alone think straight.
Cadeon took a step back and gripped the bottom of his T-shirt. In one move, he had the material up and over his head and tossed to the ground. Stella took several seconds just to look at his chest. She knew he had a lot of tattoos, had seen the full sleeves that covered both his arms too many times to count.
They were vivid in color, and she knew they were not randomly placed but were an artistic abstract masterpiece that told a story. But the tattoos didn’t stop at his arms. They moved along his shoulders and down his chest. Every inch of his pectoral muscles and upper chest were covered in the same colorful ink, and she had to hold onto the edge of the table so she didn’t reach out and start touching him.
He undid his belt but didn’t pull it away. Once he had the button free, he moved his hands to his sides and lowered his head. He still watched her, but the way his head was tilted and the look he gave her had a shiver working through her. Cadeon looked like this predator getting ready to pounce on his prey, and she was that prey.
“Get the rest of that shirt off.” Those words were said on a demand, and she didn’t even think twice about it.
Stella slipped off the table and removed the shirt. There was a slight tugging at the site of where her tattoo was, but she was so high on her lust for Cadeon that all she cared about was finally being with him. She was thick, had curves that probably had other girls feeling self-conscious, but Stella had never really embraced her size, and right now was no exception. There was also the added bonus of the way he looked at her, like she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen.