The Sexy Tattooist

by Joey Bush

  Jaxon’s hips began to thrust up towards me as he got closer and closer to orgasm, his hands pulling at my hair, but not—as a lot of guys tend to do—trying to push me down onto him more. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, gagging slightly; I took a deep breath to suppress the reaction and swallowed down the freely-flowing precum that was starting to fill my mouth with every movement of Jaxon’s hips. I knew he was on the edge—I knew he couldn’t hold back for much longer.

  Just when I was certain I had him, Jaxon gave me a careful shove, pushing my head up, my mouth off of him. He was panting and gasping, his eyes tightly shut, shuddering from how close he was. “God, Mia,” he groaned, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly. “You are way, way too good at that.”

  “Not good enough, apparently,” I said, grinning as he opened his eyes. “I wanted to make you come.” Jaxon laughed shortly.

  “You almost did. But I don’t want to be done. Not yet. Not when I know you’re so hot and wet.” He pulled me up and pressed my body against his, running his hands all over me, touching me everywhere seemingly all at once. Jaxon’s hands moved down to my hips and he tugged my pajama pants down, pushing them along my legs until I could kick them away at my knees. He reached down between our bodies and slipped his hand up along my inner thighs, cupping my pussy and rubbing the heel of his palm against my soaking wet folds. “Mmm, just like that, Mia,” Jaxon murmured, pressing harder against me. I gasped as he worked his fingers between my labia, finding my clit again and starting to stroke me carefully. I rocked my hips, pushing down into his touch, wanting him more than I ever had before in my life.

  Jaxon pulled me up and around, kissing me hungrily while his hands held onto my hips tightly. I could feel his hot, hard cock brushing against my pussy, just barely there—but enough that I couldn’t have stopped him if I had wanted to. I had to feel him inside of me. I rubbed myself against him, teasing us both, pressing against him so that the tip of his cock stroked my clit while my hips moved. We were both moaning, neither of us caring about the fact that we could be discovered at any moment—that we might have already been discovered. Jaxon grabbed onto my hips again and pushed me down onto him.

  He filled me up in one quick thrust, and I moaned against his lips, my whole body tensing up at how good it felt. He was so hot, so thick inside of me—I had thought I’d remembered it, but the reality was so much better than my memories or dreams. Jaxon groaned, holding me still against him for a long moment while he struggled to keep from coming. His cock was twitching inside of me and I knew that neither of us would last very long—we were both so incredibly turned on, both on the edge already. Jaxon finally began to move, his hands loosening on my hips. He thrust into me deeper and deeper and I pushed down onto him in counterpoint, falling into his rhythm, my heart beating faster and my breaths going ragged. I tightened my thighs around his hips and began riding him harder, picking up my pace gradually and forcing him to keep up with me.

  I sat up, looking down at Jaxon with a little smile curving my lips, watching him watching me. He reached up and cupped my breasts, twisting and rolling my nipples between his fingers, sending tingling electric pleasure shooting through my whole body. We were both struggling to hold back, wanting to drive each other crazy but neither of us wanting it to be over too soon. Jaxon touched me everywhere, playing with my breasts, tickling my ribs, gripping my hips tightly as he pulled me down into his thrusts, his cock driving up into me harder and faster every moment. I could feel my breasts jiggling as I rode him faster and faster, taking his cock as deep as I could, moaning out without even caring whether anyone could hear me.

  Jaxon reached down between my legs and I cried out as he began to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts, his rubbing fingers sending crackles of electricity through my nerves, driving me out of my mind. I moaned out again and again, clenching my teeth, biting my lip, holding myself up just barely with my hands on either side of the lounge chair as my body started moving without any thought. I could hear the wet, squelching sounds as I tightened around Jaxon’s cock, our panting and gasping, the moans that ripped out of our throats as we got closer and closer by the moment.

  All at once I couldn’t hold back for a second longer; I gripped the lounge chair, pushing myself down onto Jaxon’s cock as hard as I could as the first wave of orgasm hit me. Sensation rocked me, rolling through my bones, rushing through my veins, lighting every nerve in my body on fire. I couldn’t stop moving—I kept lifting my hips and pushing them down even as my eyes closed, even as every ability to think evaporated. I felt Jaxon reach his climax a few heartbeats later, and he was thrusting into me wildly, driving his cock up in me deep, and moaning out so loudly that anyone in the hall would have heard him. I felt the hot, sticky-slick slap flooding deep inside my pussy, and my fluids gushing around his cock as we held on for as long as we could, trying to keep it going.

  We slowed down, both of us completely finished, and I felt like every bone in my body was made of jelly. I collapsed against Jaxon, panting, my heart racing, my whole body tingling with the pleasure of two orgasms nearly back-to-back. I felt Jaxon’s cock still inside of me, twitching in the aftermath of his climax, echoing the spasms that jolted through my muscles long after I’d stopped moving, long after I’d collapsed against him. Everything started to fade into a warm, calm black and I let my mind drift away.

  Chapter Ten

  I came back to myself—it felt as if it had been an hour but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes at the most—with a jolt that rocked me just as thoroughly as the orgasms had. “Shit,” I said, pulling myself up as adrenaline rushed through my body. “Shit, shit, Jaxon.” I sat up and looked down at him, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason, my skin crawling with dread.

  “Hmm?” Jaxon opened his eyes and looked up at me, still sleepy and content.

  “Jaxon—what the hell is wrong with us?” I looked around, certain that I’d see someone in the pool area, or at the door, watching us, ready to report back to my mom or maybe blackmail us both. “Oh, God, this was such a fucking mistake. I am an idiot. I never should have come in here.” I lifted myself off of Jaxon’s body, staggering from the weakness still in my legs, looking around for my shirt and my pajama pants.

  “What are you talking about? That was great,” Jaxon stared at me in puzzlement and I scrambled for my clothes, nearly falling over as I tried to yank the pajama pants up my legs.

  “This was a huge mistake.” I shook my head. My eyes were burning. If my mom ever had a clue about what had happened between Jaxon and me, she would never speak to me again. “Just—god, just leave me alone, Jaxon. I can’t deal with this.” Before he could say anything, I turned on my heel and ran across the pool deck, around the deep end of the pool and straight to the door.

  There was no one in the hallway but I couldn’t help suspecting that someone—anyone—could have watched Jaxon and me together and then gotten away in minutes. I barely remembered where my room was, my brain was spinning with paranoia and anxiety. I fumbled at the doorknob, my hands slick with sweat, and finally managed to get it open.

  I closed and locked the door behind me and sank down onto the floor, tears beginning to flow from my eyes. I was the girl who never cried and now I’d cried twice in the same week—what the hell was wrong with me? Whatever it was, I decided right then that I was going to stop being such an idiot. I couldn’t trust myself around Jaxon; I couldn’t trust myself around anyone. I had nearly ruined everything for my mom—all of her dreams of a happy family spending Thanksgiving together, of me meeting her new husband and everyone loving each other and becoming good friends. I felt sick to my stomach, knowing that if Mom ever found out about what Jaxon and I had just done, she would never be able to forgive me for screwing up the happiness she had found.

  I stayed in my room the entire night, telling Mom I still felt under the weather when she came home. I took another shower, standing under the hot water until it ran cold, and then
crawled into bed, shivering and lonely. There was absolutely no one I could talk to about the stupid situation; I couldn’t even talk to Jaxon about it—every time I had tried to, we ended up having sex. I snuck out after I was sure everyone had gone to sleep and grabbed leftovers from the kitchen, eating them in my room and sneaking out again to put the dishes in the sink.

  The next day I stayed alone again; Mom was worried, I knew. She came by my room three different times and asked if I was sure I was okay. I wasn’t, but I told her I was just under the weather, that I wasn’t feeling up to hanging out with the rest of them. I had no idea what Jaxon did—I told myself I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I had to get back to campus, and just pretend that he had never existed. I had to forget I’d ever been attracted to him, that we’d ever had sex, that anything existed between us.

  I made a token appearance before I left to go back to school. Even as fucked up as the situation was, I knew Mom would be more upset if I left without saying goodbye. I’d already done enough to ruin her dreams of a perfect family holiday—I wasn’t going to pour salt in her wounds by making it worse. She hugged me and kissed me and told me in a low voice that we’d get around to talking sometime, and I was too tired, too exhausted mentally to do more than nod and tell her I loved her, that I would drive safe. I didn’t know whether or not Jaxon had already left. All I knew was that I was way happier to be going back to the world of classes and tests and essays than I ever would have thought I could be.

  I’d thought that it’d be a relief to be on the road, but as I started out, I kept dwelling on the whole crazy fucked up situation. Of course, I thought, it would be funny to anyone else. Probably a million comedies had been done just on the same exact premise. But in real life, I was completely miserable. I could still feel the ache between my hips, the tender feeling between my thighs from the sex I’d had with Jaxon; but I knew that there was no way we could ever—ever—do that again, no matter how much I wanted him. I had to do the right thing for my mom. I couldn’t just ruin everything she’d looked forward to so much. She’d given so much up for me; I owed it to her to not screw up her new marriage. I just wanted to get back to the dorms, and bury myself in my bed, and try not to think about Jaxon or his dad or the whole crazy mess for a few hours. I’d be relieved when I had something else to fill my mind with. I kept seeing my mom in my mind: how happy she’d been to introduce me to my new family, and how shocked she had been when she walked in on Jaxon and me. Some holiday it had been; I’d never been more completely miserable in my life.

  STEPBROTHER JEEZ!

  The Stepbrother Romance Series Book #4

  Chapter One

  I had thought all during the holiday week that everything would get better once I got back to school; I could forget the whole horrific mess of Jaxon being my step-brother, of my mom walking in on me and him together, the whole messy, screwed up situation. I believed that once I got back to school, everything would go back to normal. I’d hoped.

  But once I got back onto campus and pulled into my usual spot in the student lot, I realized that it wasn’t going to get any better. It was probably going to get worse. I’d told Jaxon that I didn’t want to have anything to do with him, I’d freaked out—but I couldn’t exactly feel guilty about that. I think anyone in my position would have reacted the same way. But just because I had told him I didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore, it didn’t mean I had suddenly lost all feelings for him. I knew better than that.

  The whole time I’d been driving from his dad’s house back to campus I’d been thinking about him; stupid songs on the stereo made me think about the messed up situation. Even if I turned off the stereo, I still thought about him. About the way he and his dad had fought, about the way it felt being with him, the sight of my mom standing in the doorway with complete shock on her face, the way she’d refused to talk about the situation. I thought about the first time Jaxon and I had been together, and every time since then. I thought about how much I wanted to have sex with him again—and how disgusted I was at the fact that I could actually think about that.

  Jaxon was such a big part of my life before the stupid mess with our parents happened; even before we’d had sex, he walked me to classes, hung out with me, tutored me, and we were on the same team, training and practicing together. As I unpacked all my dirty laundry to wash it in the dorms, the only way out of the situation I could think of was to completely end my social life with the frat until I’d somehow managed to get over Jaxon—however long that would take. I knew from the holiday that I couldn’t let myself be alone with him for more than a few minutes without one of us making a move—the tryst by the pool was proof of that. I couldn’t trust him to go away rather than act on impulse; I couldn’t even trust myself. If Jaxon showed up at my door it would have been impossible for me to make him go away. So the only solution was to stay away from him myself.

  I couldn’t even imagine what could be worse: being Jaxon’s sister or living completely without him. Knowing that we’d be spending the rest of the time we were brother and sister lusting after each other bothered the hell out of me; I didn’t even need Bob’s judgment that it was disgusting to know that there was something really wrong with being attracted to your brother—even a stepbrother. It was just flat-out wrong.

  The worst part of it all was that there was no one I could even talk to about it. I obviously couldn’t talk to Jaxon about it, since we couldn’t be alone together without jumping each other’s bones. I couldn’t talk to my mom about it. She was weirded out enough that it had happened in the first place; she would never be able to understand the situation from my perspective. I couldn’t talk to anyone in the frat about it because I was damn sure not going to be that girl who caught feelings for her new stepbrother, and it would make everything weird with everyone else in the frat. I couldn’t even talk to anyone in any of my classes or the dorms about it; I definitely didn’t want rumors to start about me, or about Jaxon.

  So there I was, stuck in a situation that I couldn’t really deal with but I couldn’t really talk to anyone about either. I would just have to keep my distance from Jaxon, and from the whole frat; I was actually worried that if I let myself be around those guys at all, it would all come tumbling out of me. One minute I’d be chatting about the scores to a game—and the next I’d be telling someone everything about the whole stupid, fucked-up mess. It would be better for everyone if I just kept my mouth shut and kept to myself for a while. If I could just pretend like everything was okay, eventually that would be the truth.

  As everyone else started coming back from their holidays, I stayed in the dorms. I dug into the treasure trove of dorm-friendly food that I kept around when I got hungry: cereal, canned ravioli, ramen, and other things like that. I told myself that a few days of eating that way wouldn’t kill me; after all, they were the staples of anyone’s emergency food.

  I couldn’t help but miss the food at Bob’s place—Thanksgiving had been awkward, but at least the meal itself had been tasty even if my stomach hadn’t been up to digesting it. I could have gone down to the dining hall, but I really didn’t want to run into anyone; I needed a couple of days to myself to get Jaxon out of my head, if it was possible. At least, even if I couldn’t, I needed some space. And if I went to the dining hall, I was sure I’d be invited over to the frat house, or I’d run into someone from the team, and there’d be nothing I could do to avoid everything I wanted to get out of my head.

  I wasn’t able to deal with being lazy in the dorms than I was at Bob’s house. I finally decided that if I was going to lose my mind in the process it wouldn’t even be worth it, so I went to the gym. I made sure to go in the off-hours, when there’d be next to no one there; I put on my headphones and got into my baggiest, slouchiest workout gear, and did everything I could to blend in. By the time I got there, there were maybe two members of the basketball team hard at work, perfectly willing to ignore me.

  I warmed up on the stationary bike, pe
daling at medium resistance until my heart rate was up, and moved to some of the cross-training exercises that we’d been practicing: jumps, lunges, squats, and a few upper body moves, along with some core training, until every muscle in my body was burning—not exhausted, but at least well worked. I was dripping with sweat when I got onto the treadmill, but it felt so good to actually do something, to feel my blood pumping in my veins and my heart pounding in my chest, that I stayed on for the full twenty minutes, running for fifteen and then walking the last five.

  It didn’t solve any of my real problems; I was still as stuck on Jaxon as ever, and my head was still full of everything that had happened between us, but it had given me at least a little bit of a break from the four walls of my dorm room, the drone of the TV, and reading everything my friends were posting online over and over again until I thought I would go crazy. I went back to the dorms and hit the shower and crawled into bed still feeling upset, but finally too tired to care.

  When classes started up again, I still wasn’t ready to face anyone—in spite of the texts and calls I got from the guys at the frat. I knew Jaxon wouldn’t have told any of them anything about what had happened between us; he was probably just as fucked up about it as I was. Plus, the guys in the frat weren’t the kind of people to talk to about it. I could possibly be safe hanging out with them, but then I would almost certainly run into Jaxon. And if Jaxon and I were avoiding each other, then someone would definitely notice it. And then the questions would start. It would be impossible for none of it to come out—something would get around the group. Either that I’d had sex with Jaxon or that Jaxon was now my brother, someone would figure something out and I’d have to deal with everyone talking about it.

  So the night before classes started I decided that I wasn’t even going to think about anyone from the frat, any of my old friends. I was going to just be a hermit for a little while longer; go to class, come straight back to the dorms, get my meals to go from the dining hall. None of my roommates really liked hanging out with me, and I didn’t really enjoy the kinds of things they wanted to do—so that at least wouldn’t be a problem. I would just figure my shit out and then get back to whoever was still around. If anyone asked about it to my face I’d just tell them that I had a lot of homework and studying to do, that I was just taking a break for a while. My grades could only benefit from it, after all. The last thing I wanted was to start having arguments with my mom about my classes after everything else we’d been through.