INKED
Jordana Winters
“Sweet Jesus.”
She set the remote down on the coffee table. She’d been aimlessly flipping through the channels. She’d stopped on TLC—some documentary about people heavily into tattoos, piercing, and body modification.
She squeezed her thighs together at the sight of a nicely built, fully tattooed bald guy on the TV.
“Fuck. I’d let him bend me over any day of the week,” Carly muttered to herself.
Carly had fucked tattoo boys before, although in her estimation not nearly enough. On her list of boys to fuck, a guy with full sleeves and nearly covered with ink was up there as a priority. Make no mistake—at some point in her life she was going to find him.
Carly traced her fingertips over her stomach, outlining her own artwork. A black dragon decorated her belly: Celtic artwork wrapped around her hips and ended at her lower back. A pinup girl decorated each shoulder, with another Celtic piece adorning the area between her shoulder blades. It wasn’t going to stop there. She had the rest of her body mapped out for more ornamentation.
Her fetish for tattooed boys started years ago and showed no signs of stopping. Unfortunately, they wore the bad-boy stereotype too well. If she could find herself one who didn’t have aspirations of being a rock star and little else, who wasn’t always “in between jobs,” and who had more than two cents to rub together, she figured she’d be doing okay. In the meantime, she figured she could at least fuck them when the opportunity presented itself.
Carly grabbed the phone and dialed her lover’s number. Their relationship had been on-again, off-again since they’d started dating. They were together but they weren’t, but whatever—it suited her. She neither wanted nor needed his love. She was more than capable of keeping things simple.
Bailey picked up on the third ring. He was at work and due to get off within the half hour.
“Hey,” she purred.
“Hey. What’s up?”
“What are you doing after work?” she asked.
“Nothing planned.”
“You want to come over?”
“Sure. I’ll be there in a bit. I gotta jet. I’m doing the books,” he explained.
“Okay. See ya in a bit,” she said, and hung up.
She supposed their relationship wasn’t all about sex. They did enjoy each other’s company. Together they watched movies, went to concerts, and went out drinking. Nine times out of ten, they’d end up in the sack, probably because she was sexually attracted to him to the point of ridiculousness. There was a level of emotional detachment on both their sides, but she’d long ago decided that as long as she was getting something out of the relationship, it suited her.
An hour later he was at her place, sitting on her couch, and recounting stories about his day.
“I’m beat,” he said, and reached for the TV remote.
“Not too tired, I hope,” she purred, sliding her foot to his crotch, which she rubbed through his jeans.
“You know I’m never too tired for that.”
For the first time in her life she’d met a man whose sexual appetite matched her own. She’d never known a man who could get a hard-on as fast as he could, and be ready to fuck at the drop of a hat.
She moved to sit on top of him, her legs straddling him. Her fingers traced the lines of his sideburns down his neck to the tattoo that peeked out from under his shirt.
“You’re horny,” he stated.
“Is it that obvious?”
“It is. I can see it in your eyes. Why so horny?”
“Not sure,” she lied, thinking of the tattooed boys on the TV earlier.
She grabbed hold of the thick necklace of chain he had around his neck and pulled him to her. She kissed him forcefully, pushing him into the couch as she ran her fingers through the back of his hair, something that was always guaranteed to emit a groan of pleasure from him.
His hands moved to her breasts, which he squeezed roughly through her thin shirt. They sank sideways on the couch until he was lying on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her sex against his crotch.
They peeled each other’s clothes off, slowly at first, then growing more frenzied. He teased her sex through her panties, rubbing at her gently, knowing just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm. He slid her panties slowly down her thighs. Then he slid his fingers into her wetness. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and finger-fucked her until she was ready to come. Then he stopped, as he often did, just to tease.
She rolled on top of him and rained kisses down his chest, stopping to bite and pinch his nipples. She bit at the skin of his belly, something she’d learned long ago that he enjoyed. She lapped at his balls and cockhead but didn’t take him in her mouth.
He grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her head roughly to the side.
“Stop,” he grunted and flipped her over so she was lying on her side.
A hand wrapped tightly around her throat as his fingers slid into her sex and opened her for his cock to follow. She meowed out a “fuck” as his grip tightened harder still around her throat and his cock entered her fully in one slow thrust.
She turned her head, laying her cheek against the soft material of the couch, and glanced up at him. She thought he was the sexiest motherfucker alive when he was fucking her. Both his arms were partially covered in tattoos, and some of his chest and neck as well. The sight of his tats and his pierced nipple, septum, and ears was hot enough without the sex.
She reached around behind him and grabbed hold of his ass cheek, pulling him closer to her, coaxing him to fuck her harder.
His grip tightened around her throat until she was having a hard time catching her breath. His thrusts grew harder, almost hurting her, but he was unrelenting, knowing he wasn’t quite at the point where she considered it too rough.
He released her throat and gripped the skin of her ass, while his other hand lubed the rim of her asshole with her wetness. Then, a thumb or finger, she neither knew nor cared, slipped into her ass, invading her pleasantly with its thickness.
“You like that?” he growled from behind her, pinching the skin of her ass harder.
To be nothing other than difficult, she didn’t answer.
“Do you like that?” he asked again, forcefully.
His hand snaked around to her sex as he slowed his thrusting to a deliberate tease. His fingers easily traced and teased over her clit, his fingers wet from her juices. Pulses of heat radiated through her sex.
“You fuckin’ like it.”
Her ass cheeks shook against his skin. His fingertip stroked her clit harder. With her help, he’d been a quick study in learning how to get her to come.
She cried out as her sex pulsed in intense radiating waves.
His finger stopped its invasion of her ass and instead gently caressed her asshole. Then he was thrusting into her again, hard and fast. He was going to come.
His fingers bit into the skin of her shoulder as he shuddered above her. He buried his cock in her, and she felt his balls pulse as he came.
“Fuck,” he muttered through what sounded like clenched teeth.
She loved when he came. His coming was easily predictable and very vocal. She could never get bored of it. He didn’t hold anything back. It was hot to feel and hear him come so hard.
“Ugggghh,” he groaned as he fell off her, moving her away from the couch.
His cum leaked out from between her thighs. Not wanting to stain the couch, she stood up and walked to her bedroom, with him at her heels. Together, they collapsed on the bed and lay on their backs. He reached out and grabbed for her hand, which took his and held it tightly. She smiled at his small act of sweetness.
“You hungry?” she asked him, after several quiet minutes. She released his hand and stood up.
“You’ve got to stop feeding me. You spoil me.”
“I know I do.”
And she did, but she didn’t really mind it.
“Hang on. Come here,” he said, holding up his hand.
She grabbed it and fell on top of him. He kissed her while reaching around and grabbing a handful of her ass.
“You still have any of those chicken balls?”
“I do. They’ll be done in twenty,” she said, kissed him again, and stood up.
She stopped at the door and turned to look at him. Fuck. Yes. Those goddamn tattoos.
“Carly. That was hot, but—it always is,” he said and smiled at her.
“I know.”