Page 66 of Midnight Ink

I reach out and drag my fingers over the galaxy on his chest. “I love this tattoo.” His heavy eyes land on me. “It’s like your heart is made of stars.” I grin.

“I’d say I love yours too, but that feels a little self-obsessed.” I laugh. “I love the way you wear them, though.” He steps closer, his fingers smoothing over my jaw. It’s been days since I shaved and I feel his fingers scratch through the stubble. Then they climb until they lace together at the nape of my neck, his thumb smoothing under my ear. “Right here.”

“What?” The word comes out breathy making him smile wider.

“I’m thinking a tattoo right here.” I knock his hand away, glaring at his sharp laugh. “What? You wouldn’t want my lips on your neck?” He sticks his tongue between his teeth.

“I don’t fucking think so.” He steps closer, making my mock anger disappear. “What—” Then he leans in, touching his lips to my throat. My dick twitches as he presses me firmly against the wall, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down my spine. “Ian.”

He pulls back and I smash my mouth against his again, grabbing his body to me. Kissing him hard, I walk him back to the bed and let him fall onto it, then I crawl up the bed and hover over him. His legs widen, letting me fit between his thighs, and my body has a mind of its own, rolling my hips against him as I drink in the soft sounds that spill from his lips.

“What do you want?” I whisper and nip at his lower lip.

“I don’t know.” His fingers roam over my chest. “I just know I need something.”

“Can I take your pants off?”

He nods, flicking the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. “You too, Jules.”

I sit up, but instead of pulling off my own, I dip my fingers into the band of his jeans and boxers. My heart hammers in my chest. Ian unbuttons them, allowing me to drag them down his hips as he lifts. His dick slaps against his stomach.

My mouth waters. “Fuck.” So fucking hard. He’s a nice size, with a thick vein up his shaft that I want to run tongue across.

“Come on.” Insecurity flashes behind his eyes, and I kiss him quickly before standing up and slipping off my sweats and briefs in one go. His attention going to my dick. All my own insecurity dies when I see heat roar in his eyes. “Holy shit.” He swallows, staring at my dick. “I know what I want to do now. Like, right now.”

With a laugh I get back on the bed and he wraps his legs around my waist. His hairy calves smooth across my skin before pressing on my ass and pulling me closer to him. My cock runs along his belly. “I’m not ready for sex,” he says quickly. “I’m sorry. It’s not because I’m freaking out, I just⁠—”

I press a kiss between his eyes. “Shh.” I could lie here making out with him for the rest of the night and be happy. I’ve loved Ian for almost as long as I’ve known him, and I’m proud of him. “No rush, okay.”

“Okay.” His fingers trace a gentle path along my skin. Up my arms, down my back. Touching me like I’ve always hoped he would.

“Thank you for letting it be me.”

His auburn brows scrunch. “Who else would it be?” I’m not sure what he sees on my face, but it feels a lot like insecurity “Come here, Jules.”

I lean down and press my lips to his. The slow slide of his tongue makes me rut against his dick. He tastes good. Feels better. Warm and soft, yet strong, holding me here. He pulls back and I press my forehead to his.

“I’m not doing this because I want to have sex and just move on or get it over with.” I watch him. “It has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what?”

“It’s you, Jules. I’m doing this because I want you so bad and I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I’m tired of letting my head keep me from what I really want, and I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.”

“Are you serious?”

His soft fingers lace around my cock, forcing a moan from my lips. “I don’t think I can have sex right now.” A grin grows on his red lips when he drags his fingers up my stomach then rubs slow circles over my nipples. I nearly collapse on top of him. “But I want to taste you.” He jerks me slowly. “Turn around.”

Instead of looming over him, I get up and lie down on my side, bringing myself face-to-face with his delicious dick. “Fuck, Ian I⁠—”

Whatever I meant to say dies as the warmth of his lips wraps around me. His head lying on my inner thigh, I pull his body closer and try to think through the soft suction of his wicked mouth. “I told you. I’m not a good multitasker,” I groan. “Fuck, Ian.”

He pops off my dick. “Don’t worry, I can multitask for us both.” I laugh then groan as he sucks me again. I can’t think through the soft suction. Pleasure and heat. I want to touch him, but fuck me, he looks so good down there. He takes me down as far as he can, his nose buried against my balls, before he chokes and pulls back. “Fuck.” He grabs my ass. “I want to taste you everywhere but I’m too impatient and greedy to make you move. Next time.”

Next time? I’m too careful to trust it, but I want to know if this is real or if this is just Ian trying to move on. I know what he said, but lust can make people say crazy shit. He rolls his hips impatiently before he pushes me onto my back. “What—” I look down at him lying on his side.

“Just lie down. Relax.” He grins then grabs my dick, jerking me before he laves his tongue across my sac. My arm comes up to rest on his back, and my fingers reach into his hair, feeling the way his head bobs on my dick.

My thighs spread wider and I roll my hips gently up into his mouth. “I’m—holy fuck.” My hand rubs slow circles along his spine as he sucks and loves on my body, and I watch the way I fill his pretty red lips. Soft moans vibrate through me as he sucks my crown, dipping his tongue into my slit and making me hiss. It’s sloppy and wet. Rough suction that makes my balls pull tight.