Seduced in Ink

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  “All that ooey-gooey goodness in the center?” she asked.

  “Should I say creamy goodness?” he asked, his cock hardening in his pants, pressing against her belly.

  Her eyes widened. He leaned down, tugging her hair a bit. When her lips parted, her eyes going dark, he crushed his mouth to hers, needing her.

  “You might have been out with him today, but you’re here with me right now.”

  She pulled away, confusion in her gaze.

  “It wasn’t a date. Far from it.”

  “Fine.” He kissed her again, knowing he was an asshole, but he wanted her taste. She kissed him right back, tugging on his shirt. He pulled away, letting her undo the buttons then dropping it to the floor. He slid his hands up her thighs and tugged her dress over her head in one quick movement.

  She gasped, and he glanced down at her tiny little panties and the lacy bra that allowed him to feel her nipples beneath the cups.

  “You wore this while you were out with him? Did he know what you were wearing under your dress?” he asked, his voice a growl. He pinched her nipple through the lace, and she gasped, sighing as she toed off her shoes, the action making her body rub against his too-hard dick.

  “Only for you. Promise.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  He reached around to her ass and squeezed before slapping her rounded flesh, hard.

  She gasped again, and he grinned at her.

  “Did you like that?”

  “As long as you’re not punishing me. Because there’s no way I’m going to let you do that.”

  She gave him a weird look, and he frowned before kissing her again, rubbing his hand over the spot he had spanked. “Never punishment. Only pleasure. Promise.”

  He knew the two of them liked rough sex, just as they liked soft sex. But he was never going to hurt her. Fuck, no matter what, he would never hurt her. Even if it meant walking away completely when things dissolved between them.

  But for now, all he wanted was her. Her taste. He craved it.

  “Now, what were we talking about? Warm ooey-gooey goodness?” he asked, reaching around to slowly slide his fingers over her slit.

  “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make those marshmallow cupcakes if you keep talking like that.”

  “I think you should. Every time I lick one up, I’ll meet your gaze, and you’ll know what I’m thinking about.”

  “See? I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make those cupcakes.”

  “Well, then, I’ll just have to ensure that you do.” He paused, not knowing why he was saying the words he was. “Unless you’d rather eat them with Guy.”

  She froze and then pushed at him. “What the hell?”

  “I’m just saying. You two seemed to hit it off.”

  Why was he saying this? He was acting like a jealous bastard.

  “No. I’m with you, you asshole. At least while we’re figuring this out. Stop it. You have me practically naked, your hand’s on my pussy, and you’re talking about another guy? What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m just saying shit that I shouldn’t. I’m so sorry.” He kissed her again, and she folded her arms under her generous breasts before finally sinking into him.

  “I don’t want to talk about Guy. It’s just you and me. Like you promised. Okay? We’ll figure everything out later.”

  He didn’t know what they would figure out, but he obeyed, leaning in to kiss her again, this time softly. His hands slid down her body to squeeze her hips.

  “I really am sorry.”

  “Me, too. Now kiss me again. I liked the growly stuff. I don’t like it when we’re fighting.”

  “I thought fighting could lead to the growly stuff,” he teased.

  “Let’s just have makeup sex and call it a day. I could really use you.”

  “You’re just using me?”

  “That’s not what I meant,” she said quickly, her face blushing.

  “I know, baby. I know.” He kissed her again, this time lifting her off her feet as he led her through the living room area to the suite’s bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him softly as he petted her before gently laying her on the bed.

  He went to his knees, pulling her so her ass was at the edge of the bed, and blew on her pussy over her lace thong.

  “So pretty and wet,” he whispered.

  “Aaron. Stop staring. It’s embarrassing.”

  He pinched her thigh, and she squeaked. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I love every inch of you.”

  She froze, and he knew he had blundered. He hadn’t meant to say the word love, even in a casual context. Neither of them was ready for that. And he knew she might never be. He was only a distraction, merely a placeholder until she got ready for the next phase of her life.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, trying to make it seem like he was just talking about her body and nothing else.

  She relaxed, and he swallowed hard, wondering why that hurt. Did she not want to know how he felt?

  Of course, not. Honestly, he didn’t know for sure either.

  He pulled her panties to the side, revealing her before leaning down and sucking on her clit. Her hips shot off the bed, so he pushed her back down, needing her taste.

  Craving her.

  He groaned and played with her slit before licking some more.

  “You taste so sweet. Just like a cupcake.”

  “Aaron,” she chided. He chuckled roughly against her pussy, knowing that his beard scraped her, the sensation probably sending vibrations all the way up to her nipples. She had told him that once, so he kept doing it, knowing she loved it.

  He was learning what she liked, what she loved, what things she wanted more of.

  He was starting to need her in every way possible. And that worried him. So fucking much. But there was no going back now, at least not for him.

  He sucked again, laving and swiping long licks up her pussy. When she came, she practically shook off the bed. He grinned and pulled back slightly.

  Standing and palming his dick over his pants, he went to the suitcase near the bed and pulled out a few more toys.

  Her breaths came in pants as she cupped her breasts over her bra and licked her lips.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, holding up the plug.

  “Only for you.”

  He didn’t want to think that was true because it’d be too hard to walk away. So, he leaned down and kissed her, taking her breath away before slowly working the plug into her, inserting it gently so as not to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her. That was the one vow he could promise her and keep.

  When she arched for him, he grinned and kissed her again before reaching around to help her undo her bra.

  Her breasts fell free, and he sucked on them, pinching the nipples hard until they were delicate little peaks that went from peach to cherry red.

  So fucking sexy,” he growled against her breasts.

  “I need you. Let me see.” She reached out to him, squeezing his dick through his pants. He groaned, pulling away.

  “Aaron,” she whined.

  “Need to get a condom first.” He swallowed hard, stripped down so he was naked, his dick slapping against his belly. Her eyes went wide, turning dark with need.

  She looked so fucking sexy there. It was hard for him to breathe.

  He slid the condom over his dick, knowing that her gaze followed every movement.

  And then he went back to the edge of the bed, tugged on her hips so she scooted towards him, and then flipped her onto her stomach.

  “Aaron,” she gasped.

  “On your hands and knees, baby. I can’t wait to watch this little plug of yours dance as I fuck you hard.”

  The plug had a pink diamond on the end that shined as he looked down and spread her cheeks.

  “So fucking gorgeous, all decorated for me. Are you ready?”

  “Past ready. Now fuck
me already,” Madison ordered. He grinned, squeezing her hip again before slamming hard into her.

  They both groaned. The sensation of his cock filling her, stretching her to her limits, made them both shake. He leaned over her, licking up her spine before biting gently on her shoulder. She moaned, arching into him, wiggling her ass. He grinned before pulling out and slamming home again.

  “Aaron!”

  She kept pushing back, so he pushed forward, fucking her hard—harder than ever. He knew he would probably leave bruises, but she kept pushing, begging for him to keep going. So, he did. He might leave marks, but he would never hurt her. She would get what she wanted, nothing less, and nothing more.

  He couldn’t see her face in this position, couldn’t see what secrets her eyes held. Would he see love? Would it just be lust?

  He didn’t know if he wanted to see, so he kept her on all fours, tugging on her hair but not seeing her face.

  Or maybe he remained this way because he didn’t want her to see his face. There would be no hiding what he felt. Not right now. And it scared him.

  Finally, she shattered, coming with his name on her lips. He followed right after, shaking. Needing to breathe.

  He nearly fell on top of her. It took him a moment to stop shaking so he could move so they were lying with her back to his front. He was still deep inside her, holding her close.

  He let out a sigh and ran his hands up and down her sweat-slick hips then sighed before cupping her breasts, needing to touch her.

  “I still feel so full,” she whispered, her voice soft and dreamy.

  He nibbled her neck before kissing her again.

  He loved the way she angled her head so he could reach her lips when he stretched.

  “I love that you like it,” he whispered.

  “I wasn’t expecting to come up here and do this. But I still love it.”

  Good,” he whispered. Are you going to kiss me again?” she whispered. He nodded before sliding out of her and then groaned.

  Her whole body shook, and he took care of the condom before coming back and holding her close.

  He kissed her, gently petting her. He still craved her, needed more.

  “Wow,” he whispered.

  “Wow.”

  She looked into his eyes, and he wanted to say something, though he wasn’t sure that he could.

  “Let’s just take it slow, then?”

  “Slow,” she whispered, and his heart clenched.

  “We’ll figure this out. You and me, right?”

  “Okay. That works.” He kissed her again. They made love one more time, his cock impossibly hard despite it being so soon after their first session. They went slow this time, the touch achingly sweet. He groaned, knowing that he loved her.

  And he had no idea what he was going to do when he had to walk away.

  Chapter 16

  The next morning, thighs aching, Madison towel-dried her hair and just shook her head at Aaron as he raked his gaze over her.

  “Really? We just had sex in the shower. A lot of sex in the shower. I think I’m going to end up walking bowlegged for the rest of the day at this point.”

  “Hey, your mother did mention that she wanted to try horseback riding today if the weather held up.”

  Madison rolled her eyes. “No, do not mention my mother when we’re talking about sex.”

  His whole body shuddered, and she laughed, knowing he deserved it.

  “I cannot believe you brought that up.”

  “You’re the one who mentioned my mother. I’m just saying.”

  “Fine. I will refrain from touching you. That way, you can stop walking so gingerly.”

  He reached out and tugged on her towel a bit. She was grateful that she had tucked the ends in at the tops of her breasts tightly enough that it didn’t fall to the floor so easily.

  “Aaron.”

  “What? I’m not allowed to look?”

  “If you look, I’m going to my knees, and I’m going to suck that cock into my mouth.”

  “And now I want to get hard again, but I think I’m completely spent. You’ve milked me.”

  They both visibly shuddered at that word.

  “Oh my God, never say that phrase again.”

  “I am so sorry,” Aaron said with a laugh, mock horror on his face. “I don’t know what I was thinking. That was a horrible, horrendous thing to say.”

  “It was. And now we’ll have to go find salt and throw it over our shoulders and spin outside twice to make sure it never comes back to haunt us.”

  “Let’s get dressed. We have a bunch of seance shit to do so I don’t ruin the evening.” Aaron frowned. “What is the plan for the day?”

  She swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. She should have talked to him about what had happened with Guy yesterday, but he’d been acting so weird. She had wanted to focus on Aaron, and her, and whatever the hell they were together. She hadn’t wanted to think about the fear that had hit her when she was with Guy.

  Aaron frowned. “Talk to me. What put that look on your face just now?” He held her close, and she let out a deep breath, needing to inhale his clean scent. Needing to breathe. She knew she shouldn’t rely on him so much. Because once she started, it would hurt like hell to walk away. But there was no stopping it right now. Not when she needed to breathe. Needed him.

  “Is it your mom? Did she say something after you left with Guy?”

  At the sound of Guy’s name, Madison shuddered, and Aaron squeezed her harder.

  “Talk to me, baby.”

  “I need to get dressed. I don’t want to talk about this naked.” She already felt exposed. When Aaron didn’t make a joke about her being naked, or him, she knew that she’d worried him. She was anxious herself.

  She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans that her mother would never approve of, but they made her happy, as well as a flowy top that was her comfort. Aaron put on jeans as well, and a cotton shirt that molded to his muscles. At any other time, she would have held him close, wanting to feel those muscles through the cotton of his shirt. But she didn’t do that now.

  Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself, grateful when Aaron came forward and held her close.

  “Yesterday, Guy got a little handsy and wouldn’t let me go. He got all possessive and weird.”

  Aaron froze, his whole body going taut as she told him exactly what had happened outside the coffee shop. Aaron took a step back and pulled at her arm. He tugged up her sleeve, the flowy fabric bunching at her elbow, and then he frowned, a scowl covering his face.

  “I didn’t leave these bruises,” he whispered. “I saw the marks on your hips. Those were from me. But these are from him?” he asked, his voice shaking.

  She looked down at the palm print. “I didn’t even notice. I knew he’d probably hurt me, but I didn’t notice.”

  “I’m going to kill him,” he growled.

  “No, don’t.” She reached out, grabbing his arm, and then froze as she noticed that the gesture was the same as Guy had done to her. Aaron cursed under his breath and then gently cupped her face. “You didn’t hurt me. You’ve never hurt me.”

  “I left bruises on your hips.”

  “Consensual bruising. You asked me every step of the way what I wanted, and I did the same to you. Everything we’ve done has been with our consent.”

  “Guy bruised you.”

  “I know,” she said, her voice shaking. “And I hate that I couldn’t really fight back. He left me almost powerless. The whole point of you and me doing this thing was for me to find my power. And then I just let him—”

  He cut her off. “No, you didn’t let him do anything. When we get back to Boulder, I’m going to talk with my cousins. They’ll be able to tell me exactly who to talk to for some self-defense lessons. I’ll take them with you,” he added quickly.

  “Really?”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing either, except for play-fighting when I was younger. We’ll take classes, le
arn to defend ourselves, and never feel helpless again. But I’m going to fucking kill him.”

  “Please, don’t. Let’s just not talk about him anymore. Or to him. I’ll tell my mom what happened, and as long as she doesn’t blame me, hopefully, she’ll stop with this whole me marrying him thing.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?” Aaron asked, his voice low.

  “We got distracted,” she said, blushing. She had wanted to be distracted. She hadn’t wanted to talk about what’d happened, hadn’t wanted it to be real.

  But now that she had told Aaron, it felt far too real.

  “Okay, I just…I don’t know what to do now.”

  “We’re going home,” he snapped.

  She lifted her head. “I want to go home. I think that’s why I put on the jeans.”

  “Good. We’re leaving, and I’m going to go cuddle you and feed you ice cream, and we’ll figure out exactly what to do next.”

  “I thought that maybe you and I would tell my parents everything today,” she said, blurting out the words.

  He froze.

  “You mean about the lie?”

  “Well, we’re not engaged, but we’re sort of…whatever we are. Anyway…I just want to go home.”

  Thankfully, he didn’t bring up exactly what she had just said. She didn’t know what he wanted, and she wasn’t ready for that conversation, not with so much else on her mind.

  Lightning flashed outside, and Aaron frowned, looking out the window as she followed him.

  “Fuck, I knew there was a storm coming, but I didn’t know it was going to come this fast or be this big.”

  Neither of them made a penis joke, and that should have told her something.

  “I think we should go and find my mother, see what the plans are. We’ll have to see if we can even get home in the storm.”

  Aaron nodded, held her close, and kissed her temple. “Yeah, you’re right. Your mom needs to know about Guy. We can tell her about you and me later.” The unsaid words were: once we figure out what we are.

  Madison loved him, that much she knew. But she needed to untangle her thoughts and feelings to see what was best for her, for him, and what would be best for them.

  She grabbed her bag and slid her fingers into his as they walked out of the room towards the dining area where, hopefully, her mother was just now getting ready for breakfast.