Page 27 of Bound By Ink

I climb off the bed and stalk towards him. I grip the towel and tug his body against mine. I smirk and raise my eyebrows, my dick painfully crushed between us. I tug and pull at the towel, bringing his body into mine as I walk him backwards.

“I won’t take long.” When he hits the wall, I wink at him and rest my hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. He resists at first, but soon buckles and drops to his knees, making me step back. I outstretch my arm, resting it on the wall behind him, my body leaning over his, towering over him as he stares at my naked form. I take my dick in my hand and knock it against his cheek.

“Come on, open up.” I tap my dick against his lips. His tongue darts out and licks his lips as his hands come to my hips. I thrust into his mouth, but he shakes his head before opening up. I lean forward, pushing my dick into his hot mouth, my legs open, and I step wider, getting in there deep. My hips buck against him, as I stare down at him.

“Fuck, those pink lips were made for sucking cock.” I grip in his hair with one hand and close my eyes, thrusting into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and loving how he gags for me. It’s almost a challenge to see how deep I can thrust. My hips take on the test, and I grip his hair tighter, grunting as my hips punish him. He wraps his hand around my cock, and his other hand presses against the front of my hip so I can’t go any deeper, but it only slows me a little. I still ricochet the head of my cock off the back of his throat as his muffled grunts and gags ring outlike a fucking melody. My toes curl into the carpet. My hips tense. My balls pull up.

“I’m coming,” I grunt out. There’s a flicker of uncertainty on his face as my gaze meets his, but then my fist tightens in his hair, his eyes close, and I spurt hot cum into his mouth. He swallows and gasps as I fill his mouth. A thick drop of cum seeps its way from the corner of his lips as he gasps around the rest, before sliding down over his chin.

While firing the last rivulets, I pull out, pulsing across his lips and chin as he stares at me, an incredulous look across his face. I grin down at him, knowing full well he’d just got clean in the shower. Now, my cum drips from his chin, hitting his chest as he swallows the remainder in his mouth before panting.

“Motherfucker.” His hand flies to his mouth, and he wipes it away as his other hand pushes against my stomach, shoving me away from him. He stands in front of me.

“You’re a real massive dick, ya know that.” But the grin on his face tells me he likes my massive dick, and I wink at him.

“Yeah, you love it.”

“Fuck off.” He pushes my shoulder and storms into the bathroom again.

“Hey,” I shout after him. He turns just as I throw him his towel back and hit him square in the face. I laugh, and he shrugs as he bends down to pick it up before locking himself in the shower, again.

I don’t bother following him. I’ll shower when I get home. After quickly pulling on my clothes from last night, ignoring the dried cum that litters my body, I pack up mystuff, making sure I have everything. I sit on the bed and wait for him to exit the bathroom; his eyes scowling when he sees I’m dressed, but he scurries over to his clothes and pulls them on.

Once he’s dressed, he turns and stares at me before saying, “That was fun.”

I grab my bag and toss it over my shoulder. After smirking at him, I pick up the room key and head to the door. He follows me out, and I drop it into the drop-off box, dip my chin to the member of staff behind the counter and walk out to my car. “I’ll see you around, yeah.”

He nods but stands there, as if he’s waiting to swap numbers or something. I slide into the driver’s seat, give him a grin and pull out of the car park, leaving him standing there while I head home for a shower and a bacon sandwich. I’m starving.

When I pull up to the gate at home, it’s already open. I stare at the steps as Scott climbs to my flat. His gaze turns to meet mine. I park up and click the button to close the gate while he waits for me.

As I climb out the door, his face scowls, and a look of disgust settles across his features.

“If the wind changes, your face will stay like that, Nerd.”

“Get stuffed, Killian. Where the hell have you been?” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at me.

I snatch my bag from the car and head towards him. When I reach him, I wrap my arm around his neck, pulling him into me, dropping my bag and scrubbing my knuckles into his hair.

“When did you become my mother, huh?” I laugh out at him, and he struggles in my grip.

“Get off me, eww gross, you stink. What the fuck is that?” He pushes at me, trying to get me away from him.

I grip tighter. “Sniff it, go on, take a massive whiff. That smell, it’s the smell of success and sex.”

“Eww, get off me, Killian.” He stumbles, and I laugh at him as I let go. “You’re gross.” As I unlock the door, he pushes inside.

I reach down and pick up my bag. “Throw some bacon on, Nerd, while I have a shower.” I stalk through my flat and head straight to my bedroom, leaving Scott in the kitchen. He’ll protest, but he will also cook for me. So, I throw my stuff in the hamper, grab some clean clothes, and head into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror while the water heats up, seeing what I need to come up with: excuses for why I have bruises or cuts from the fight. I don’t want Scott knowing what I do.

He’s my best friend’s little brother. He’s like my token little brother. It would break my heart if he knew what I was actually capable of. I only ever want him to look at me like he does now. Like I hung the moon for him. Like I’m his protector. It would fucking break me if he knew I fought for money. I shake that thought away and step into the shower.

I scrub myself quickly, making sure I clean every inch before climbing out. After roughly drying myself, I throw on some sweats and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen.

The smell of bacon wafts around the flat. And I step up behind Scott, wrapping my arms around him and resting my chin against his shoulder. He squirms in mygrasp like he always does. But I lean over and pluck a slice of bacon from the pan. He tries to slap my hand away, but I turn, laugh, and dance away from him. He glares over his shoulder, wielding the spatula. I just toss him a wink and head to the fridge, grabbing the orange juice, stuffing the bacon in my mouth and grabbing two glasses out of the cupboard, taking a seat at the table. I pour us both a glass, put the lid back on the carton and shove it to the side. Scott makes his way around the kitchen, grabbing plates and brown sauce, pulling the bread from the cupboard before making the sandwiches.

I stare at him. I like having him here. I’ve missed him since we left Mum’s and he moved back in with his brother. While I see him most days, it’s not the same as living in the same house.

“What you looking at me like that for?” He frowns.