Page 44 of Midnight Ink

My brows bunch. “Of course not. I won’t get mad. If you want to stop now, we can. If you’re not ready, we do something else. I don’t care what we do right now as long as I’m hanging out with you.”

Anna’s been giving me shit telling me I’ve ditched her lately, as if she hasn’t been working her ass off. I can’t help it, though. Ian has this spark, this energy I crave. I love pushing his buttons. Getting him to smile. All I think about is this pessimistic boy I met months ago. Ian has slowly bloomed around me and it’s been beautiful to watch.

“I want this.” He takes a deep breath. “I want it, Madd.”

I reach behind my back and pull my shirt up. With it covering my face I feel his hands on my body before I can lift it off.

I watch him sink against my pillows. “Your mom knows you’re not coming home tonight?” I know Ian doesn’t like her and I get it. My mother is, how to describe her . . . gruff. Gruff and not happy about my dreams, my love of art, or the fact that I have a very gorgeous new friend.

My mother is what I like to call quietly homophobic. She doesn’t approve, hates it in fact, but she keeps her opinion to herself at least.

“Why are you thinking about my mom?” My lips land on his neck, pressing slow kisses along his skin. “I’m an adult. She knows I’m not coming back tonight.” He nods. “Just relax, okay.”

My lips graze across his skin. Damn, he smells good. He always smells good. When my lips graze the band of his boxers, my fingers dip inside and I can feel the way his stomach contracts with the touch. “Douching is not fun.”

That makes me laugh. “No, it’s not. You get used to it and it does become easier. If this is something you like, there are also alternatives.” I kiss his hip bone. “If not, I’m more than happy to take your dick.”

His skin flushes as I slip the fabric down his thighs. He sucks in a breath. My boy is sensitive. I trace my tongue along his gorgeous dick, looking up and meeting his eyes. I bury my face into his pubes and inhale. Damn, he smells like heaven. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

My tongue maps a path along his balls. When I tug him down a little under me, confusion hits his face before I push his legs back, forcing him to grab them. I watch him, and his soft lips part as he watches me sink between his legs.

My mouth waters.

“What are you—” He groans when my tongue swipes along his hole. “Oh my—holy shit, Maddox.”

I want to smile but I’m too busy in paradise, eating the most beautiful ass known to man. “Tasty as fuck, baby.” He pulls his legs back further, and I look up and see how broken he is while I lick and kiss his clenching hole. I could do this for hours, but my cock is aching. “Are you ready?”

Ian looks down, swallowing as he nods.

I pat his hole then get up and take my pants off. My cock swings free and I see the look in his eyes. I know he’s doing the size math. “It’ll fit, I promise.”

He scoffs. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“No.” I get onto the bed, caging him between my arms. Damn he’s so pretty. “You are about to be so full of me.”

“More horrible lines.”

I sprinkle kisses across his face before I sit back on my legs and drink him in. I lean over him and grab the lube on the nightstand that we bought on the way here. “You want a pillow?”

Ian looks around then nods. “Maybe.” I grab one and slip it under him as he lifts his hips.

“Now, if you come the second I’m inside you, it’s fine. I’m just that good.” He glares flatly. That’s what I want. I watch some of his nerves disappear. “It’s going to be good, but if it’s not, tell me and we stop.”

He takes a breath. “Okay.” He nods. “I’m ready.”

I lube myself then notch to his hole and watch his lips part as my head slips into that tight ring. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he grits out, clinging onto me.

“Are you okay?”

He swallows, nodding and looking down between our bodies. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine. Keep going.” He’s squeezing the hell out of me and it feels good, but he’s too uptight. Too nervous.

“Hey.” His eyes blink up to me, and I thrust a little, watching his lips part. “You remember the first day we met?” Ian’s brows pull together, his concentration flicking between my eyes and where our bodies are joined.