Chapter 16 – Ink
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Presley’s parents and Ariel were walking out the door to leave when I arrived.
“Perfect timing,” Alice smiled. “But fair warning, my daughter is cranky when she’s hungry, and she is hungry.”
I laughed. “Thanks for the warning.”
Presley hugged her parents and her daughter no less than three times each before they finally left.
“So, cranky pants, where do you want to eat?”
“You’re brave,” Presley said. “I learned how to kick your ass today.”
“That you did,” I agreed. “So, food?”
“How about Mexican?” she suggested.
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” Presley said while we were waiting for our food and munching on chips and cheese dip.
“I can help with that. Come soak in my tub,” I said, not realizing how that sounded.
“Said the serial killer.”
“Fuck,” I said and wiped my mouth so I could explain. “I’ve got a two-person whirlpool tub with jet massagers. It does wonders for sore muscles. You’re welcome to come over and use it. Alone.”
Presley laughed. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Can we stop back by my house so I can grab a change of clothes? I hate putting on dirty clothes after a bath.”
“The only plans I have are with you. We can do whatever you want,” I told her.
Back at Presley’s house, she went to her room to get her clothes. I followed her and stopped at the doorway.
“You can come in,” she said.
I did and took a seat on the end of her bed while she pulled clothes from drawers and stuffed them into a bag. Then she turned around.
I don’t know what it was or who moved first, but I was on my feet with Presley in my arms and her legs wrapped around my waist in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips. I’d wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her, but as I got to know her, I wanted more than just a fuck.
I wanted all of her. I was going to fuck her either way, if that’s what she wanted.
Presley broke our kiss long enough to pull her shirt off and toss it to the side. I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed to give her more control of the situation and to free my hands.
While I removed my shirt, Presley reached behind her back, thrusting her tits forward as she removed her bra.
“Fucking hell,” I said quietly before I pulled her close and captured her nipple with my mouth, sucking hard.
Presley inhaled sharply and rotated her hips against me.
I licked and sucked until she was digging her fingernails into my back and damn near dry humping me as she squirmed.
“What do you want, Presley?” I asked against her chest.
“I want you to fuck me like a whore,” she moaned and suddenly tensed. “I … I,” she stammered, but I threaded my fingers through her hair and pulled her lips down to mine.
“You like it a little rough?” I asked against her lips.
She nodded but didn’t try to pull away.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, standing and turning to put her on her back. I undid the button on her jeans, and she shoved them down her legs, kicking them to the side, which left her legs wide open. When she tried to bring them back together, I put my hand on her knee to stop her and grinned devilishly.
She kept her eyes on mine as I leaned forward and moved her panties to the side.
I slowly ran my finger between her lips a few times before I slipped it inside her, loving the way her eyes fluttered each time she quietly moaned.
But she wanted rough. Without warning, I added a second finger and fucked her with them at a quick pace.
Presley pushed up on her elbows and panted. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Not like that,” I said and pulled my hand back.
“What?” she almost screamed.
“Take your panties off,” I told her while I stood and shoved my jeans and underwear down my legs.
I pulled a condom from my wallet and rolled it down my shaft before I leaned over Presley and balanced on one hand. “You sure about this?”
“Please put your dick in me,” she whined. Any other time, I would’ve laughed, but I wanted it as bad as she did.
I ran the head of my condom-covered dick up and down her slit a few times before I lined up and buried myself inside her in one solid thrust. A guttural groan of deep satisfaction came from Presley while I closed my eyes and tried to remember what words were.
“Please fuck me,” she begged and wiggled her hips, snapping me out of my daze. Sitting back on my heels, I hooked her legs over my arms and pulled her forward, thrusting steadily.
“I’m going to come,” Presley said and reached down to massage her clit.
“Fuck,” I swore and inhaled sharply. I was getting close, and that was after rubbing one out in the shower before we went to dinner.
Presley nearly took me with her when she came, but the sex gods were on my side. I fucked her through her orgasm before I pulled out and flipped her over. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to her knees and thrust back into her,
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned.
“Fuck, me, harder,” Presley said, her words punctuated with my thrusts.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said and lightly smacked her ass to see how she reacted.
“Fuck, me, harder,” she repeated louder as the walls of her pussy tightened around my dick.
I smacked her ass again, a little harder.
“I said, fuck, me, harder.”
“Fucking hell, Presley,” I groaned and slapped each cheek hard enough to sting, then I fucked her like she asked. Hard.
Presley reached between her legs and circled her clit. I slapped her ass again. “You need to ask if you can touch your pussy?”
“Can I please rub my clit?” she said, as she continued doing just that. “I want to come.”
“Yes, but you should’ve asked first,” I said and slapped her ass again. That sent her over the edge, and I followed along behind her.
I pulled out and dropped to the bed, rolling her over and pulling her against me so I could devour her lips.
“We should get cleaned up,” she said, several minutes later.
“How about a bath?” I asked. “I know a great place.”
“Sounds perfect,” she said as I got up and turned to walk to the bathroom. She erupted with laughter. “Your ass! I thought you were joking!”
I glanced back at her over my shoulder but continued walking. “What made you think that? Was it my serious personality? Perhaps it was my three-piece suit?”
“No, I just … never mind,” she said uncomfortably.
I had to know what she was going to say, but I waited until we each finished in the bathroom so I could see her face while we were talking. “Okay, why did you think I was joking about the tattoos?”
“This is really none of my business,” Presley said sincerely. “I just thought it was odd that you would take bets, especially ones like that, after seeing the results of a gambling addiction firsthand.”
Her words caught me off guard, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. Dice was the only person who’d ever made the connection between my dad’s gambling and my ass tattoos.
“I’m sorry—”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I said and pulled her against me.
“I was surprised by your observation, but in a good way. Dice is the only other one who put it together. I took the bet and got the tattoos because of my dad. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be like him.
From then on, I knew—I take bets if I want, and I turn them down if I don’t.
There’s no struggle. I know it wasn’t the best way to go about it, but it made sense to me at the time. ”
“What about the rest of your tattoos?” she asked.
“They’re the plot twist I didn’t see coming,” I chuckled. “Gambling wasn’t the addiction I needed to be worried about.”
“I can’t tell if you’re joking.”
I shrugged. “I love everything about getting a tattoo—from searching for the perfect design to showing it off after it’s inked and healed. It takes a few months from start to finish. I don’t allow myself to start looking for a new one until the last one has healed.”
“All right, back to the inkblots. I want to hear that story.”
“This happened years ago when I was a prospect. Harper bet that she could take me down. You’ve met her.
She’s tiny. She’s always been tiny. I thought I would be able to stand there until she wore herself out.
Nope. That tiny little swindler took me down in under fifteen seconds.
Since I lost, she got to pick my next tattoo, but I wasn’t allowed to see it or know what it was until after it was done.
So, I chose to put it on my ass in case it was something I never wanted to look at. ”
“Why did she choose an inkblot? And why are there two?”
“Harper’s a therapist. When she was learning about inkblot tests in college, she thought they would make cool tattoos. An opportunity presented itself, and she took it. She was right. It did look nice as a tattoo. Which is why I asked her to pick another one to have tattooed on the other cheek.”
“Is that when you showed your ass to everybody?” Presley laughed.
“It is,” I grinned. “And that’s why they call me Ink.”