Page 80 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“No,” she gasped. “Don’t stop, please. I can take it.”

“I’ll stop in a sec, just after I finish this part of the shading.”

The knotted heaviness in her groin was immense, and no distraction could stop it. “Oh fuck,” Scarlet whispered.

“What? Does it hurt? Are you okay?”

She was breathing hard, trying to think about anything to help her ignore Malachi’s machine, and his steadying gloved hand on her bare back. His face was close – his breath stirring the small hairs on the back of her neck. A moan escaped her. Her hips squirmed and the friction from her jeans had her almost there. She had to calm the fuck down.

Reece’s fingers brushed against her nipples. “What’s this about?”

“Fuck!” Her body hunched forward as she started to come. Reece caught her before she went too far. She rocked her hips once and pressed hard against the seam, her abused clit pulsing in time with her pounding heart. She felt her eyes roll back and a guttural noise escaped her. Whimpering pitifully, she pulled Reece’s face closer and then moaned into her mouth as she kissed her.

“Shit! Is she having a seizure?” Malachi had turned off the machine and was rubbing her back. Another huge shudder ran through her, then the drag of hisfingers along her spine set off another strong, helpless orgasm.

Reece chuckled. “No. She’ll be all right.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Um... Scarlet’s back is a huge erogenous zone for her. I didn’t think of that when she planned this tattoo. I don’t think it occurred to her.” She kissed Scarlet’s forehead as she struggled to catch her breath.

Malachi laughed incredulously. “Oh fuck, did you seriously just get off while I was working on you?”

Scarlet felt her face get hot and she buried her face in Reece’s shoulder. “Maybe,” she mumbled. Yeah, she was an idiot.

“I’m not done yet. Can you handle more?”

“Yes,” she replied sheepishly.

“Let Reece know if it’s going to happen again, so I can stop working. I don’t think you want this to turn into a modern art piece.”

Scarlet rubbed her face with one hand, wishing the burning in her cheeks would go away already. She tried to just own this, but this was too embarrassing. Why couldn’t she have just passed out like a normal person?

“Okay.”

He groaned and walked around the table to where she could see him. She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she noticed he’d stripped off his gloves.

“Look what you did!” He gestured to the hard-on bulging in his jeans with an accusatory air.

Scarlet swallowed nervously. There was something about Malachi’s cock that fascinated her – which was weird because she usually found guy parts ugly and a little silly looking. He was different though. She could deal with the fact that he was a man. Her feelings for him ignored his gender. “Do you need a moment? You can take a break if you want.”

He snorted. “I don’t want a break. I want someone to suck my cock.”

“You should dom Reece into doing it,” she blurted.

Silence fell. His gaze had shifted to Reece, whose wide eyes were boring into hers with some unspoken message.

“As much as I hate to say this, you shouldn’t make her do things like that for me. Don’t get me wrong, though, if you were both fine with it, I wouldn’t hesitate in accepting.”

He kept looking at Reece, and Scarlet assumed he was hoping she’d volunteer. Rather than looking interested, she seemed panicked.

“If you can finish this tattoo without laughing at my orgasms, and you promise never to tell anyone that getting a tattoo got me off, I’ll suck your cock myself.”

His mouth actually hung open. Now she had his attention.

Reece made a noise like she choked on something. “What?”

“But lesbians aren’t into guys,” he said slowly, like he was explaining it to someone who didn’t have a firm grasp of the language.

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