Ink Lust (3 page)

And damn if he didn’t want to be the one to open her eyes to the possibilities.

Jamie moved before he took the time to think about what he was doing. He slipped his free hand under the edge of the shirt she was still holding up, pinched the ring piercing her left nipple and pulled—slowly, gradually, firmly. Her mouth fell open further as she drew in a deep breath, her eyes glazed while he watched and she sighed.

The sound might as well have been her hand stroking his dick.

Her huge blue eyes dropped to his mouth and the very last thread of his willpower snapped. He released the little metal ring, brushed his fingers over her long, taut nipple, dropped the towel he was still holding against her side to cradle the back of her head and covered her mouth with his.

His cock, which had been at some stage of hard from the moment she’d first taken her top off at the shop, hardened even more when she whimpered, then groaned as he pushed his tongue deep inside her warm, sweet mouth. He found hers eager to spar, moved his hips between her legs when she spread them for him, found the elastic holding her hair and pulled it free so he could bury his fingers in it.

Her arms came up around his neck as she buried her hands in his hair and opened her mouth wider as he demanded more. She groaned when he tightened his grip on her and pressed his erection against her stomach. He felt her stomach muscles pull tight, gripped her by the backs of her thighs and helped her wrap her legs around his waist.

The desire for her should have felt wrong and he knew it. They’d both just gotten out of bad relationships, and the last thing he needed was to get tangled up with another woman. But the feel of her hands on him, her body wrapped around him, the hot, wet slide of her tongue against his didn’t feel wrong at all.

He wanted her, plain and simple, and the want was blinding.

She clung to him, her legs tightening around his waist as he slid one hand up her back and fisted it in her hair. Her eyes were dark and her breath was coming quick when he pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.

“You’d better tell me stop now if you don’t want this,” he warned.

Doubt flickered through her eyes and he could have kicked himself ten times over in the moment it took her to decide, then whisper, “Go.” Then immediately, “Wait.”

It was going to be a long drive home if she changed her mind now.

“Which is it, babe?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” she added in a shy whisper.

Fuckshitfuck
. He hadn’t exactly been expecting this to happen either.

“Getting pregnant isn’t a problem. I was only in one relationship where I wasn’t careful, and that was years ago.” She blushed hard. “I was always careful with, you know…” She meant Aaron.

At least the cocksucker had the decency to protect her since he hadn’t been faithful.

“I’ve had two long, monogamous relationships and never had sex without a condom between them,” he told her truthfully.

He watched her consider what he’d said, felt her relax in his arms, lost it when her eyes dropped to his mouth again and her arms and legs tightened around him.

“Okay, continue,” she said.

He growled as he took her mouth, harder this time, fully intending to devour her as he picked her up and headed toward the open door to her bedroom. She clung to him as he stretched out over her on the bed, was careful not to hurt her with his belt buckle as he shifted his hips and ground his cock against the fiery apex of her legs. She groaned and arched her chest into his hand as he pushed her shirt up, finally giving him a clear view of her incredible tits.

“Jesus, Leni,” he breathed, stopped by the sight of the heavier gauge hoops, held closed by a matched set of dark-red glass balls, through her taut nipples. The girl was not messing around with some skinny-ass “for show” jewelry. She meant business. Even if she didn’t really know she meant business yet, and he had a feeling she didn’t.

“You like?” she asked, her stomach trembling slightly as she started to breathe in short, panting breaths.

He cradled one firm breast in his hand, raising her nipple higher as he squeezed none too delicately, and shifted down her body. He licked the hard little nub of flesh and she gasped, covered it with his mouth and flicked it with his tongue and she groaned. He hooked his tongue under the ring, bit down on the metal and raised his head slowly until her nipple pulled impossibly far from her body and he was rewarded with an unmistakable cry of pleasure laced with just a little delicious pain.

The sound raced through his veins, through every single nerve ending in his body and called to his eager cock. He needed to see her naked, needed to drive her body to orgasm, needed to hear, taste, smell her, feel every inch of her skin under his hands, against his body, around his dick as he fucked her until the neighbors called the cops because she was screaming wildly.

“I like.” He spoke against her sensitive nub and she shivered, then groaned deeper as he shifted his attention to her other breast.

She dug her fingers into his hair, arched her back toward his mouth, rolled her hips underneath him, grinding against him until he was sure he’d come before either of them were naked.

God, he couldn’t wait another second. He stood next to the bed and unfastened her jeans. Her belly flexed as she rose up to pull off her shirt and put her glasses on the nightstand while he pulled both panties and jeans off at the same time.

Son of a bitch. There wasn’t a single hair on her pussy either.

She came up on her elbows to watch as he took his own shirt off, toeing off his boots as he did. He unbuckled his jeans and let them drop to the floor, watching her eyes go big as his cock fell free. The only thing better than that reaction was going to be the one he got when he finally got to slip inside her tight, wet cunt.

Leni swallowed hard. “What is that?” she breathed, a slight twinge of fear adding a whole new dimension to the heat, the desire coursing through her body.

She’d seen pictures of a Prince Albert piercing before. What Jamie had was not a Prince Albert. There were two silver balls a little bigger than pea size each attached to the thick head of his long cock, one on top and one below, which meant one thing—there was a bar connecting them through the middle.

“Apadravya,” he said, stepping out of his clothes. “Yes, it hurt like a motherfucker to have it done.” He spread her knees open and knelt between them. “No, it doesn’t hurt now.” He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, over her sex and up her stomach. “And yes,” he hissed, planting his hands on either side of her head as he lowered his face close to hers, “you’re going to like it.”

He was so beautiful, all dark and dangerous, long lines and rolling, muscled planes. The tattoos on his arms spread up and over his shoulders and disappeared down his back. The gorgeous expanse of his chest was untouched by ink and hairless to the sexy-as-hell line of black hair that led the way from belly button to groin. His equally ink-free stomach was washboard tight and that amazing cock of his, hard as hell and all the more enticing for the piercing, had her trembling in anticipation.

How the hell had she gone from resigning herself to never having the chance with him to naked in her bed in such a short amount of time?

Doubt flickered through her thoughts and then was wiped out the moment he lowered his body to hers and took her mouth, hard and possessive, again.

And then she didn’t think. Her heart was beating too fast and she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to catch her breath again. All she knew at that moment was she was a bundle of urgent, primal need and Jamie was the only man on the planet who was going to able to satisfy it.

She wrapped her legs around his, ran her hands down the long line of his back and over his taut ass. She trailed her fingers from the tip of his spine along the crease, heard him grunt as she dug her fingers into his firm flesh, spreading him apart slightly as she angled her hips and pulled him hard toward her.

“Oh God,” she gasped when he sank his teeth into her bottom lip and slipped the silky, swollen head inside her. Her body’s first impulse was to resist. The pressure of her sex closing tight around his cock and the barbell running through it made both of them breathe out hard.

“Oh God,” she repeated when he pushed just the first couple of inches in deeper, sliding the top ball of his piercing back and forth over the right spot within her body. She could feel the bubble of heat swelling to bursting within her. Electricity hummed out from her core and washed through her fingertips, her toes.

Her back arched and she turned her head to try to catch her breath when he thrust all the way inside her. She could feel his mouth on her earlobe, hear the control in the pace of his breathing. She shivered as his tongue slid hot and wet down her neck, gasped sharp and high when he pulled his cock nearly all the way out of her and nipped her shoulder as he pumped in to the hilt.

“Leni, Leni, Leni,” he murmured into her neck, moving his hips in a tight circle so his pelvis rolled over her clit. He lifted his head and looked down at her, his hands tightening in her hair, turning her head so she had to look up at him. “Look at me, baby. I want to watch you when you come,” he said, kissing her softly, the light press of his mouth incongruous with the burning heat of the moment, adding an erotic flavor.

His eyes rolled closed when she drew her knees up, gripped his waist with her thighs and clamped her knees tight to his rib cage, tightening her sex around him.

“Make me come then,” she challenged when he opened them again.

His nostrils flared as the smallest of smiles touched his mouth. He tensed his arms and stomach, bringing his weight up off her body slightly, and pushed into her even further. His eyes had gone nearly black, his pupils were so wide with arousal, but he never wavered from watching her as he drove her body, steady but quick, to the brink.

She lost sight of him when she lost herself completely, when her body arched and bowed of its own will. Her head turned and her teeth ground together, her fingertips dug into his skin and her hips bucked with the intensity of the orgasm that had her crying out in a way, at a volume, she’d never experienced before in her life.

She was still coming when he buried his face in her shoulder and let go of the control he’d been holding on to so beautifully. The sound of the raw growl that rolled up out of him and into her as his hips snapped and he came inside her spurred her on even further. She sank her teeth into his shoulder and bit down hard as another more powerful wave hit her so hard she was sure it jarred her bones loose.

Chapter Three

Jamie Rodriguez was quite possibly the wildest ride Leni had ever been on.

And she didn’t just mean the sex.

In the span of a few hours she’d gone from resigned to never being more than friends with him to the elation of finding out he was no longer living with Amber, to the low of hearing he wanted lots of children, to being fucked exactly the way she’d often imagined being fucked by him—fast, hard and quite thoroughly.

For once though—maybe for the first time ever—reality had blown those naïve fantasies of hers clear out of the water.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice low, rough.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a long moment before turning toward him, frowning slightly.

“Do you really need reassurance?”

The smirk that touched his mouth told her no, he didn’t.

“I mean your side. How does it feel?”

She laughed, embarrassed, and clapped her hands over her face.

“My side feels like I scrubbed it with sandpaper now that you mention it,” she said, dropping her arms to her side. “Until you asked I’d forgotten all about it.”

His smile spread and her stomach dipped. There was that roller coaster drop again.

“That was my plan all along.”

“Good plan.” She smiled back and he laughed. “Does that mean, as part of my aftercare, that I can come to you and you’ll make me forget all about it whenever it starts hurting?”

She rolled onto her side toward him and he did the same to her.

“It’s an exclusive, only-for-you perk of getting tattooed by me,” he said, kissing her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, feeling foolishly happy that he’d phrased it that way.

“You don’t say that to all the girls, do you?”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. Let me see.” He propped himself up on one elbow and she moved her arm out of the way so he could look. “Well, it doesn’t look like we did any damage.” He kissed her under her arm, above her tattoo and just below her armpit, and gave her goose bumps from head to toe.

She looked down at the three four-inch lilies on her side, her breath taken away by how beautiful they were, even though they were not quite finished. “They’re stunning.”

“Then they do the woman wearing them justice,” he said, giving her another thrill.

He ran his hand over her hip and shifted so their bodies were touching again. His cock, which hadn’t gone all the way soft while they’d recovered from round one, stirred and hardened against her stomach.

Her face heated with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“You don’t have to say that, Jamie. I’m already naked.”

She knew she wasn’t the hot twin. She’d come to terms with it years ago. While they both had their mother’s blue eyes, Leni had their father’s straight blonde hair and Jo had their mother’s rich, dark curls. Jo was a little taller, a little leaner through the arms and legs and a lot fuller in the chest and ass. She turned heads and nearly caused accidents when she walked down the street in the short, snug dresses she liked to wear in the summer. Leni barely turned heads.

But Leni loved Jo just as unconditionally as Jo loved her back. There was no competition. She was proud of her for the great marriage she’d built with her husband Gabe and her decision to be a stay-at-home mother. She adored Jo’s feisty ways, which had only gotten feistier now that she was a protective mama bear. And Leni appreciated it on the several occasions her sister had intervened when bullies in school, stupid bitches in bars, whoever, had tried to prey on her, the sickly, meek twin.