Inked (2 page)

“Sure,” Brody mumbled
back “but I feel like an idiot. It wasn’t even your credit card.” He lifted the beer to his lips and drank down its contents before setting down the empty bottle. Feeling like an idiot for not having offered it to Avery, he picked up the untouched bottle of beer that was sitting on the table, cracked open the cap, and handed it to her.

“No thanks. I’m not much of a beer drinker. You drink it.”

Brody shrugged indifferently and brought the second bottle of beer to his lips. Why was this woman having such an effect on him? He’d never been at a loss for words around a woman before, so why now? He placed the second empty bottle down and slid out from the table. “Thanks for the beer. I guess I should get going.”

“Oh, okay,
” Avery stuttered. Reluctantly, she stood up and followed him towards the door, trying desperately to think of a reason to ask him to stay. Until a few hours ago she never even knew this man existed, but now, with him standing only feet away, her body was overwhelmed with an inexplicable need for him. As Brody’s hand reached for the door handle, Avery grabbed his arm and stopped him. Once more, she ignored the regret that was already starting to creep up, and against her better judgment, stood on her tiptoes, cupping his face in her hands, and bringing her mouth to meet his. Brody’s body tensed at her sudden touch. Avery started to pull away but his strong, muscular arms captured her and pulled her closer. Her lips parted and her body quivered in anticipation of his touch as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.

Brody released Avery from his grip and took a step back, his breathing ragged. The mut
ed light in the apartment reflected off of the golden brown highlights in her hair, accentuating the graceful curves of her porcelain face. Bowing his head, he whispered, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You shouldn’t have done what? I’m the one who kissed you. If anything, I should be the one who’s sorry,” Avery
said in a rush, and took a step forward, closing the gap between them until only a sliver of space remained “but I’m not.”

Brody’s body stiffened as Avery reached down
between them and began to stroke his growing arousal, causing him to shudder in response. A groan worked its way up his throat and passed his parted lips as he wound his hands around her waist and pulled her closer, crushing both his mouth and body to hers. The sweet taste of her played across his tongue and he whispered against her mouth, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Words failed her
and all Avery could do was nod. Taking Brody by the hand, she led him in the direction of the bedroom. The black satin robe still sat in a heap on the floor beside the bed and a small lamp provided the only source of light.  Shadows flickered on the wall as they made their way across the room towards the bed. The knot in her stomach tightened as she watched him peel out of his shirt and toss it on the floor, his tawny skin glistening in the soft light. Avery gasped at the exquisite sight of him. Intricately colored tattoos decorated his muscular arms and torso and extended down beyond the waistband of the thin cotton pants that did nothing to hide his still growing erection. Eager to see more of his magnificently chiseled body, Avery stepped forward and hooked her fingers on the elastic waist of his pants, tugging them down just enough to free him from the confines of his clothing. The sight of him sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body.

Brody swiftly removed his pants and tossed them on top of the growing
pile of clothes that sat on the floor beside the bed. He pulled Avery into his embrace, placing one arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her gently in the center of the mattress, and lowering himself on top of her. Hovering just inches above her, his mouth found hers and he kissed her long and hard, their tongues mating with each other. The sweet taste of her was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough, he had to taste more of her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,
” he softly murmured against the warm flesh of her lips.  His hand trailed down her body, sliding over her hip and momentarily lingering at the hem of her white t-shirt. He lifted the shirt over her head, revealing a black lacey bra that contrasted sharply against the soft luster of her milky skin. In one swift and expertly choreographed movement, Brody reached behind her back and unclasped the hooks.

Avery trembled as hi
s mouth trailed down her neck and across her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her body tensed as he took her taut breast in his mouth and began to suckle. His pull increased and his tongue grazed her hardening nipple, drawing out a sharp intake of air from her as he brought her to the brink of climax. Avery arched her back, forcing him to take more of her into his mouth. Her body ached with need as she undid the button of her tight jeans and wriggled out of them, casting them aside with her foot.

Brody wanted nothing more that to take her hard and fast, to hear her scream his name as her body tre
mbled beneath him while she found her release, but Avery was special, she was something to be savored, like a fine wine, so instead, he released her taut breast from his mouth and slowly kissed his way across her stomach, stopping only to tug at the elastic of her black satin panties with his teeth. Using one finger, he pulled them over her hips and tossed them onto the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed.

Avery responded by spreading her legs in invitation,
exposing herself to him completely and begging to be tasted, to be caressed.

The scent of her drove him wild and made
him grow impossibly harder. Brody lowered his head between her legs and took her with one long, luscious lick. And with slow deliberate movements, he masterfully stroked her with the tip of his tongue.  The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as Avery’s body shuddered in response to his touch, but it still wasn’t enough, he needed to taste more of her. Dragging his fingers across Avery’s velvety folds, Brody slid one finger deep into her, drawing out moans of pleasure as he took all of her into his mouth.

Avery’s hips moved in time with the slow thrusts of his finger, eliciting a deep guttural moan as he caressed an intimate
, sensitive spot deep within. The sensation increased as Brody slid a second finger deep into her, keeping her suspended precariously on the edge of climax.

Brody withdrew his fingers and
buried himself between her legs, licking up all the pearlescent cream he’d drawn from her. “Come for me,” he whispered hoarsely against her skin before gently stroking into her with his tongue.

Her body arched into
him as his tongue moved in and out of her at a slow and steady pace, torturing her with each movement he made. Avery chocked back a cry of pleasure when the soft pad of his finger rubbed against her over sensitized flesh, sending her over the edge.  “Oh God.” she cried, and her hips jerked as a hard climax coursed through her body. Avery spasmed in ecstasy as Brody’s tongue continued to slide in and out of her, lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth. Once the climax lost its hold on her body, and her muddied thoughts began to clear, she pushed Brody onto his back and straddled his hips. “It’s my turn now.” 

Aver
y bowed her head and leaned in to kiss him hard on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips as she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked. She worked her way down his body, letting her skin slide sensually across the contours of his hard muscles. He twitched beneath her as she grasped him in the palm of her hand and licked the droplet of pre come that had formed on the tip. Inch by inch she took him into her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat. Avery looked up at him through half lidded eyes as she took the entire length of him into her mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah.” A low guttural moan escaped Brody’s lips as he fisted her hair and thrust himself fu
rther down her throat. His body tightened and he could feel his own climax coming hard and fast as Avery took him even deeper into her mouth. But he didn’t want to come, not yet. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her pulsing around him as he found his own release. With one swift movement, Brody grabbed Avery by the arms and flipped her onto her stomach.

“Please,
” she moaned. Avery tilted her hips up to him in invitation. The need to have him fill her was almost overwhelming.

“Tell me what you want.” Brody ran his fingers along the length of her sex before spearing two of them deep in
to her body.

“I want you,
” Avery gasped, and the anticipation heightened when she heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

Brody positioned himself behind her,
and in one swift stroke, buried himself deep within her body. “You’re so goddamn tight,” he moaned as her muscles contracted around him. “Is this what you want?” He took his time slowly thrust into her, stretching and filling every inch of her.

“Harder,” she hissed
, pushing back against him, and driving him deeper into her body.

His strokes became harder and faste
r, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her as he took her from behind.

“Come for me again, baby,
” Brody murmured softly in her ear. He smiled when he felt her clench tightly as another climax ripped through her body.

Avery screamed his name as ripples of pleasure
crashed over her body.

Brody slowed his strokes,
drawing out her orgasm to an impossible length.

“Do you like that?” he murmured, letting his hands trail across the soft voluptuous curves of her buttocks.

“Mhm,” Avery murmured in response.

“Good, I’m not done with you yet. Brody’s hand encircled Avery’s waist and he roughly flipped her onto her back. “Do you think you can handle more?”

Avery nodded her head in agreement but all thought was driven from her mind when he slammed into her, hard, harder than she’d ever been taken before. His large hands dug painfully into her hips. It would no doubt leave bruises, but she didn’t care. There was something about being taken this way—rough, hard, and fast—that turned her on and suddenly caused her to recall the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain she’d felt as the needles from the tattoo gun danced across the surface of her skin.

“Harder,” she moaned, edging him on and enticing him to giver he all he had.

“Any harder and I’m going to split you in half,” Brody panted.

“I don’t care,” Avery screamed out.

Brody didn’t need to be asked twice. If his little vixen wanted it hard, then that’s what she’d get. He released her hips from his firm grasp and brought his hands down to circle her ankles, pulling them up and over his shoulders. He thrust into her again, penetrating her harder and deeper than he had before, giving her every inch of him he had to give.

Avery stifled a cry. Her body was too petite to take the length and girth of him, and a warm droplet of blood trickled down her thigh. He’d taken her virginity all over again, or so it felt.

“Are you okay?” Brody uttered, and brought his lips down to meet her breast. “I can be gentler.”

“Yes… no. I mean, don’t stop.” The pleasure of being taken so roughly far outweighed the momentary discomfort she felt.

Impossibly, he thrust into her even harder, eliciting a muffled scream from the beautiful woman that lay beneath him. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

“No, don’t.”

Brody smiled to himself. His little vixen liked it rough. But how rough? Raising his arm, he brought the palm of his hand down on her ass.

Smack! The slapping sound of skin on skin reverberated through the air.

The biting sting of his hand making contact with her flesh sent vibrations throughout her body. Avery had never felt so full in her life. Each stroke became less painful and more pleasurable than the last. When the pain had all but diminished, she found herself thrusting against him as hard as she could, their bodies moving in sync as he took her harder than she’d ever been taken before. A scream built up in the back of her throat as she raced towards another climax. Avery teetered on the brink of orgasm, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Brody thrust into her so hard that it lifted both of them off the bed. Being taken by him was better than anything else she could’ve imagined. It was more pleasure than her body could handle, and she toppled over the edge. Her knees trembled and she screamed his name as wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm tore through her body.

“Oh fuck yeah. I’m coming,
” Brody moaned.

Avery’s muscles
gripped him tightly, and he could feel his body tighten as he relentlessly pounded into her. With one last deep thrust he came, finding his release and spilling himself deep within her. His strokes slowed and he gently eased himself out of her body. He collapsed on the bed beside Avery and immediately missed the feel of her warmth surrounding him.

“Oh my God,
” she panted out, fighting for breath that wouldn’t come. “That was amazing.” Her body still quivered as aftershocks of an earth shattering orgasm skittered through her body. “Why have I never done that before?” she asked, but the question was directed more at herself than at Brody.

Brody
drew Avery into his chest and held her tightly in his embrace. Brushing aside a loose strand of hair, his lips trailed across the silken skin of her neck, and he smiled. He didn’t know this little vixen that lay beside him, but he wasn’t willing to walk away from her just yet. Sex this amazing, and with someone as beautiful as Avery, didn’t just happen every day. “What are you doing next Saturday?” he whispered.