Page 19 of Bound By Ink

I reach between the seats, passing the driver a twenty. “Keep the change.” I climb out and lean inside. He takes my hand as I pull him from the car. He stares up at me in the middle of the street, and the car pulls away. He tugs me toward his building. He drags me up the stairs and only lets go of my hand to fumble for his keys.

The only sound in the stairwell is the keys jangling. The door flings open, and he strides inside, pushing it wide for me. He flicks the light on as I shut the door. When I turn back, he’s already kicked his shoes off, his bag already on the chair, and he snatches my hand, pulling me through the apartment. He rushes through his bedroom door. After pulling me inside, he turns, steps to my body and slides his hands over my chest. I open my mouth to speak, but he shakes his head.

“Let’s not pretend this is anything more than it is.”

I smirk at him and give him a small nod. He wraps his arms over my shoulder, yanks me against him, and starts to kiss me. With my arms around him, I grip his ass and lift him, and he automatically wraps his legs around me. His breath stutters, and I chuckle into the kiss. Licking and nipping at each other. I step towards the bed, carrying him, until my legs bump against it.

I lay him down and climb over him, his grip tightening on my top. My body covers his as I press into him. My hands roam up his arms, gripping his wrists. His pulse starts to pound as I lift them over his head. With them in one hand. I pin them, giving him a one-sided smile, and I lean in. My lips slide across his exposed flesh, kissing up his neck as I push my hard dick against his. He gasps and writhes under me.

I roll slightly to the side, reaching between us to flick open the button on his jeans. My fingers tangle, gripping the zip and sliding it down. I grin up at him as I slip my hand inside, wrapping my warm fingers around his cock, and he bucks. His breath blows across my face, and my mouth finds his. My grip tightens against his wrists and his cock, squeezing as I slide my hand up and down his shaft. His hips grind under me, and I rock my own against his. The friction ripples through my cock, but I need more.

I slowly release him as I sit back and start to slide his jeans off. He sits up, leaning on his elbows, panting as he watches me. He lifts his hips and licks his lips as I tug his jeans and his boxers down. Tossing the rest of his clothes on the floor I stare at him for a second.

“Fuck, you’re delicious.” I reach behind my head and tug my top over, tossing it to the side, kicking my boots off as I stand and undo my jeans. After grabbing a condomfrom my pocket, I slip the packet between my lips. My dick springs free, and he gasps, the tiniest noise slipping from his lips. I smirk at him, stepping towards the bed.

I wrap my hand around his cock, spitting the condom onto the bed and staring at him as I drop between his legs, my fingers push into my mouth. His lips fall open, and his long breath blows out. I lick my lips and lie between his thighs. My fingers linger on his ass, and I hover over his dick. He lifts onto his elbows, staring at me, while I push against his ass. My lips part, and I open wide, engulfing his dick, wrapping my tongue around him. I push my fingers inside him further. He stutters, and I push fully in.

His dick reaches the back of my throat. I stare up his body and slip him out of my mouth. Laving my tongue around his tip and thrusting my fingers in and out, opening him up for me, working him thoroughly, stretching him so perfectly. While I taste and suck his cock, his hand weaves into my hair. He groans, his hips rocking against my fingers and my face. He gasps when my mouth leaves him, and he shudders when my fingers exit his body. I snatch the condom from the bed and rip it open. I roll it over my solid, leaking dick and nod.

“Turn over.” He slowly rolls over, and I grip his hips, tugging him onto all fours. He stares at me over his shoulder, and I move behind him. I place my hand against the bottom of his back, and I press my dick to his ass. “When was the last time you had your back blown out so much that you screamed into the pillow?”

He blows out a breath. He glances back again, and I move my hands to his hips. I crash forward and slam into him. He screams out. I throw my head back, my eyesclosed as I lose myself pounding against him, my fingers tighten on his hips as I drive into his tight hole.

I rhythmically crash our bodies together. He grunts and groans, whimpering for me, but I want more. I slide one hand along his spine before pushing his body forward, tilting him at a whole other angle. He yells out as I thrust harder. His face is squashed into the pillow as his screams come out muffled. I clamp my hand against the back of his neck, gripping him tight.

“Don’t move.” I slide my hand back to his hip, and he mewls and writhes for me as my hips slam against his ass. I concentrate on the tightness around my dick, the feeling of his skin under my fingers, and the sound of him whimpering and gasping for me. I drive my hips forward, pulling his back. His fingers brush across me as he reaches between his legs, touching where I slam in and out of him. His skin pebbles before he slides his hand around his dick and groans as he fucks into it while I take what I want from his ass.

Sweat beads against our skin as we fuck. The sounds ricochet around the room, grunts and groans spilling out of me, more whimpers and gasps falling from his lips, followed by muffled screams as I force his face into the pillow. The echo of skin slapping together fills the room, and the slight creaking of the bed in the background adds to an unrelenting rhythm as I buck into him.

He goes silent and freezes before yelling out as he comes. I crash into him a few times before following him over the edge. I roar my release into the condom before pulling out and flopping onto my back. He collapses onto his stomach before making an uncomfortable sound as he ends up lying in the wet patch. I chuckle.

“Do you need to go?” His gaze flicks to mine.

“Do youwant meto go?”

He shakes his head. “I could go again.” He smiles, shrugging as if to say, or not if you don’t want to. I roll him onto his back, move my body against his, and kiss him. His arms wrap around me, his leg slides over my hip, and I stroke my hand down, pulling his thigh higher. Wrapped around each other, our arms and legs entwined, we kiss and rock our bodies together. It feels good to have someone to hold; it won’t last, it never does, but I’m good with that.

His fingers trace my tattoos as we lose ourselves in just having someone, even if it’s only for a night. As our dicks start to get hard again, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs another condom, grinning at me. I slide it on, and he turns on his side, giving me his back. I nudge against his body and nip at his shoulder. I press myself into him.

“Ready?” I whisper across his cheek as I lick and nip over his shoulder. He nods, and I push into him. Dirty groans spill from his lips, and he reaches over, grabbing for the back of my neck, holding me to him as I slide inside. His body shudders with pleasure.

“Fuck.” he breathes out, and I grin. My hips take it slower this time. I slide in and out, the desperation gone, while we just fuck. I wrap my arm around him and stroke my hand around his hip and over his hard dick. Tightening my fingers, rubbing my thumb over his tip, he bucks against my hand as I gently thrust inside him. Our hips rock together as we groan and breathe heavier.

His hand slides down as he tugs and pulls at his own nipples. He gasps as he twists at them before he stretcheshis hand down and digs his nails into my ass as we move together. Writhing in the pleasure of having a warm body in his bed, making our blood pump, pleasure nips and tingles across our skin. He thrusts into my hand as I buck into his tight ass, gripping me so freaking deliciously.

My breath hitches as my balls start to tighten, and I clutch his dick a little firmer, picking up my pace as his hips twitch, and heat spreads over my hands as he comes, spilling over my knuckles. I kiss along his shoulder, and he groans. His head drops forward as he just breathes, our hearts pounding, and silence fills the air.

We lie still for a while before I slowly pull out. He shudders and lets out a sigh. He pulls my arm around him and holds me to him. His fingers brush absently over my skin. I hold him a little tighter as we just lie there.

“What time is it?” I question, I have to be at the shop soon, so maybe a couple of hours’ sleep would be a great idea.

“Five,” he whispers.

Ikiss his shoulder and allow my eyes to close. I relax and let myself just breathe him in.

“Shit,” the voice grunts. He pulls away from me, and I pry my eyes open. An unsure feeling of where I am before realisation settles in. I’m in the guy from the club’s bed. He’s rushing around in the room, and I blink, clearing the dazed sleep from my tired brain. I roll onto my back and slip my hand behind my head.

“What ya doing?”