Chapter Thirteen

Meg held still as Rascal was finishing her tattoo. She'd been surprised that it hurt but that the longer he worked on her, the more she got used to it. Today was her second session for him to add the color, too. She'd chosen her back shoulder for the tattoo so it would show when she had a tank top on. He paused and then wiped the design.

"It's all done. You want to see before I put the wrap on it?"

"No, I'll look at it after you put the wrap on it."

She didn't want to delay what happened after Rascal finished. When he'd tattooed her with the outline, he'd done it after hours. When he'd finished, she'd dropped to her knees and proceeded to give him a blow job.

After he'd come, he'd divested her of her clothes and laid her back on the tattoo chair, holding her legs wide. He'd licked and sucked and fingered her until she'd screamed his name. She'd told him how much she loved tattoos and wondered how he could top their experience when he did the color.

He'd been teasing her all day about how this time would be better. A hand brushing her thigh or a tweak to her nipple had her hungry for whatever he had planned.

He wrapped it and then took his gloves off, cleaning his area quickly. She turned on the tattoo chair to see what he had planned. Since he was tattooing on her shoulder, her top half was nude. She had shorts and cute panties on because she'd realized her man loved pretty underwear. Well, he loved seeing her in them and then taking them off her. She loved them because she felt sexy when she wore them. Seeing Rascal's eyes blaze had her shopping for more of them just to see the way he reacted.

He turned to her, pulling her tight until her breasts were smashed into his chest. He popped the button on her shorts, sliding them down her legs with her panties. He had his jeans and a T-shirt on. He led her to the long couch in the office. He laid down on it, then motioned her over.

"It's time you let me devour your pussy."

She stared at him. She wasn't sure what he was saying. He'd licked and sucked her pussy almost every time they made love.

"Get up here, Meg."

Rascal's deep voice sent a shiver through her. "Up where?"

He motioned to his face. "Crawl up here and sit on my face."

She shook her head. "What if I smother you?"

He chuckled. "You won't smother me. I thought you said you'd do whatever I wanted after the tattoo. This is my fantasy. You're going to crawl up here and sit on my face. After I make you come, I'm going to bend you over my desk and have you."

Her nipples beaded at the thought of Rascal having her over his desk. She wasn't confident about sitting on his face, but she really wanted to have him take her on his desk.

She walked over and slid her knee down by his shoulder between him and the couch back. Rascal's hands grasped her thighs and moved her up above him.

He laughed again. "Meg, babe, I'm going to need a heat pad on my neck if I have to strain to try to reach you. I promise you won't smother me."

He pulled her down until she could feel his beard against her thighs and his warm breath against her core. His tongue lashed against her as he dove in, and then his fingers were inside her, rubbing against that spot that had her clenching.

The sounds Rascal made as he licked and devoured her had her grabbing the couch to not fall over as she detonated, screaming his name. She'd dropped down farther when she came. When she jerked because she worried she was suffocating him, his hand held her thigh. His nose rubbed against the crease of her thigh. Then he turned and kissed her clit.

"So I think we can say that's a successful position and we don't need to worry about me suffocating."

Rascal's wry voice had her glaring at his grin. He shifted her down his body until she was sitting on his hard cock. She didn't appreciate his jeans were a layer between them.

"How about you let me bend you over that desk?"

At his words, she scrambled off him and went to the desk. Obviously, he'd been planning this because all the messy papers he and Roam were notorious for leaving on the desk were gone. Rascal's body heat behind her had her leaning back against him. He'd removed his clothes because his hard cock was against her.

"Meg, lean over and spread your legs. I want inside you."

She shivered and leaned over the desk. The cold metal of the desk against her nipples added another layer of sensation. She widened her legs as Rascal's hands squeezed and touched her thighs and then the globes of her ass.

"I love this lush ass and thighs. Watching you jiggle as you walk in the house has me wanting you all the time."

His fingers slid down and circled her clit, had her squirming, trying to get him inside her. His hand held her down.

"Uh-uh, Meg. I'm in charge."

He notched his cock at her entrance, and she waited. The cold desk, the warmth of Rascal's legs against hers, and the roughness of the hair on his legs had her feeling empty. She ached to have him inside her.

He steadily pushed in, filling her until he groaned and stopped.

"Each time with you gets better and better. Fuck it. I can't do this slow. You feel too good."

Rascal's movements increased until he was thrusting in and out. She grabbed the edge of the desk, trying to hold on, but knowing she couldn't hold back. Having him pounding inside her had her hurtling over. She closed her eyes and let the orgasm wash over her as she heard Rascal yell her name.

"Is this how we finish our tattoos, now?"

Roam's voice had Rascal turning toward the door. Roam wasn't in the doorway, but the edge of his foot was at the edge of the doorway.

"Fuck off, Roam."

"So about that. There wasn't anything on the schedule, so when a client called and needed a touch-up, I said yes. Mom and Dad have my kids, and the client will be here in about three minutes."

"Of course they will."

Rascal kissed Meg's neck and pulled out even though he wanted to stay in her forever. He grabbed the towel he had ready, wiping himself, then handing it to Meg because she wasn't a fan of his cum running down her leg.

He walked over, pulling the door halfway, standing behind it. He leaned around so Roam could see his face. "Will you hand me Meg's clothes from my station? I'll close the door so we can clean up, then we'll leave. Once the door is closed, feel free to let your client in."

Rascal wanted to pummel Roam's smirking face, but he only had himself to blame that he didn't put anything on the calendar. Roam handed him Meg's clothes, then Rascal closed the door. He turned to Meg worried about what she would say.

When he looked at her, she burst out laughing. "Can I say I'm happy we were done when he let us know he was here? That was so hot, and I would have been mad if he ruined our time together."

Rascal laughed and walked over, laying his lips on the woman who continually surprised him. "Me too, babe. Me too."

"Next time, you just need to put it on the calendar so we don't get interrupted."

He helped Meg slide her panties and shorts on, then helped her with her bra, smiling the whole time.

"I mean, let's face it. When Roam tells this story, all the younger guys are going to be jealous of you getting it on in your tattoo shop."

He couldn't hold in his chuckles. She was absolutely fucking perfect for him.