The Sexy Tattooist

by Joey Bush

  I walked across campus to frat row, steeling myself against whatever Jaxon would say. He had made it clear that he wanted me. I knew I wanted him, but I knew that there was no way it would ever work. We just couldn’t do it. I practiced what I would say in my head as I walked, trying to imagine everything Jaxon could say in response. “This is crazy, Jax. We both know we can’t do this. There’s no way for this to end that isn’t ugly unless we just grin and bear it.”

  Jaxon was true to his word; when I got to the Phi Kappa house and knocked on the door, it was absolutely deserted. “Hey,” he said, answering the door. I swallowed. My heart was pounding. My brain was repeating over and over again what a terrible idea it was, and how it was just doomed, absolutely doomed, to be ugly. At least no one’s around to see it get ugly, my brain oh-so-helpfully pointed out.

  “Why aren’t you out partying with everyone else?” I asked as Jaxon let me into the house and started towards the staircase up to the bedrooms. Jaxon looked at me levelly.

  “Because I know your schedule and I know if I didn’t talk to you now you’d put me off another week.” I smiled weakly. It was true. I’d be miserable the whole time—but I’d do it. I followed him up the stairs, my heart beating faster, my skin tingling all over. In spite of how much I was dreading the situation, I felt myself starting to get turned on just by being around Jaxon—it was impossible not to be turned on by him, not to feel my body starting to respond to how hot he is.

  We got to Jaxon’s room and for a long moment we were both completely silent. I watched him; Jaxon was fidgeting a little bit, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth. “If you’re not ready to talk…” I said, trying to keep my voice from sounding too hopeful. I didn’t want to do this—I didn’t want to be alone with him where it was only a matter of time before we ended up in each other’s arms. But Jaxon shook his head.

  “No, I’m ready to talk.” He took a deep breath and met my gaze. “Mia, I can’t stop thinking about you.” I felt my throat starting to tighten.

  “Jaxon—you know we can’t go down this road,” I said, feeling my hands starting to shake, my heart beating faster and faster. “Our parents—” Jaxon shook his head quickly.

  “I don’t care about my dad. I don’t care what he thinks. You’re the only girl I want, Mia.” Jaxon smiled slightly. “I’ve tried to get over you, I’ve tried to just let it pass, but it’s not going anywhere.” He shook his head again and sat down heavily on his bed. I pressed my lips together, trying to fight down the rising sense of panic rushing through me.

  “We just need more time,” I suggested. In spite of how panicked I felt, I couldn’t help but be flattered—almost giddy—at the fact that in spite of everything, Jaxon still wanted me. I couldn’t lie to myself either; I wanted him. “It’ll go away, we just… we have to give each other space, maybe, or just—just date other people.” Jaxon combed his fingers through his hair.

  “No,” he said. “It’s not going to work, and you know it. I know you want me, Mia, even if you don’t want to want me. We’re perfect for each other, Mia—can’t you see that?” I was shaking. I couldn’t do it—my head was spinning with so many thoughts, and I knew that I should be telling Jaxon that we just couldn’t do it. I knew I should be pointing out to him that just because he had a bad relationship with his dad, didn’t mean that having a relationship with me was going to improve things—it would probably make them worse.

  And in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help the tiny little thought that he was right; how long had we been trying to just be brother and sister to each other? All the while, in spite of how well it had been going on the surface, I had never lost my feelings for him—not really. I was still attracted to him, I still wanted him. I had to be careful not to touch myself in the shower, in bed, while thinking about him. I had been exhausted over having to stop myself thinking about him. And no matter how hard I’d tried to move on, I still had feelings for him.

  “Jaxon, we can’t do this. I can’t do this. There’s just… I know your Dad and you have problems, but I can’t do this to my mom—we can’t… we can’t be like this.” I felt like I was about to black out, like I was about to faint—and I’ve never fainted in my life, even when I broke bones. I felt like I was about to cry. I had to get out of there. “Jaxon, we just can’t. I can’t be with you.” Before I even knew what I was doing, I was hurrying through his bedroom door, rushing, running down the hall, clattering down the stairs. All I could think of was that I just had to get out of there. I didn’t know or care if Jaxon said anything. All I cared about was getting away.

  Chapter Ten

  I just barely made it to the door. I had my hand on the handle; I was only moments away from getting out of the frat house, away from the incredibly uncomfortable and panic-inducing situation with my stepbrother. I heard steps behind me—but I didn’t have time to react before Jaxon’s hands closed on my shoulders. “Mia, stop,” he said, slightly out of breath. He must have been hot on my heels—he must have started after me right after I left his room. My hand fell away from the door handle.

  Jaxon turned me around to face him, one hand leaving my shoulder and moving up to tilt my face up, to make me look at him. My heart was beating fast still, I still felt light-headed, but I steadied myself just a little bit as Jaxon looked down into my eyes. “You know we can’t deny this, Mia,” he told me, his voice low. “You can’t deny it any more than I can. I love you.” I started—I couldn’t quite believe that he had actually said it. I was so surprised that I replied before I could even think about what I was saying.

  “I love you, too.”

  Jaxon leaned in, closing the distance between us; I was still so surprised that for a long moment even after his lips pressed to mine, I didn’t—I couldn’t—react at all. Jaxon began to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping along my lips, and I came back to myself all at once; part of me still wanted to run away, but another part—much louder in my mind—wanted nothing more than to stay. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pressing my body close to him as Jaxon’s tongue plunged into my mouth, batting at my tongue, exploring everywhere, tasting me. He nipped at my bottom lip playfully and I heard myself moaning, felt the jolt of heat shoot through me.

  Jaxon’s hands started moving over my body, trailing along my waist, tickling my ribs, moving up to my breasts over my clothes. I made a noise—something between a whimper and a moan—as he touched me everywhere, his hands firm but gentle against me. I leaned up onto the balls of my feet, pressing every inch of my body against him, my head beginning to spin not from panic but from desire. I threaded my fingers in his hair, and Jaxon pressed me up against the wall, his hips pushed up against mine. I could feel the hardening ridge at the front of his pants where he was starting to get an erection, pressing against my hip.

  He broke away from my lips and kissed along the line of my throat, rocking his hips against mine slowly, and I felt myself getting more and more turned on by the moment, completely forgetting everything I had said; forgetting the stakes, forgetting that we were technically related. All I could think about was that I wanted him. I moaned out, tilting my head back as Jaxon worked his way up from the base of my throat to my lips, kissing me again until I was completely breathless, unable to think, my body on fire from head to toe, every nerve tingling. “Come on,” he murmured, pulling back from me and taking my hand.

  Jaxon moved away from the front door of the frat house, leading me by the hand back towards the stairs. For a second I was totally disoriented—I couldn’t even think. But once my brain caught up to what we were doing, I realized that I was more than okay with it. I could feel the slick sensation of my pussy already starting to get wet, my nipples were hardening, straining against the fabric of my bra, my whole body was completely and totally ready for more. I didn’t care in the slightest if this was a huge mistake—I wanted it. I wanted him.

  We hurried up the stairs together, Jaxon�
��s hand holding mine tightly. I looked around; no one was at the frat house—for once, we were actually completely and totally alone together. More alone than we had ever been at Bob’s house, more alone than we had really been the first time we’d had sex on the couch downstairs. Jaxon led me down the hallway back to his room and opened the door all in one movement, propelling me into the room first and then closing the door behind him. He pressed me against the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning in close to kiss me again. I trailed my hands all over his body, feeling the heat of him underneath his clothes, feeling the tightness across his back and shoulders as we rubbed up against each other, just getting hotter and hotter.

  Jaxon’s hands moved down my body and he found the hem of my sweater. He tugged it up, along my ribs, barely breaking from the kiss long enough to get it over my head. He pulled back, realizing that I had more clothes on underneath, and chuckled lowly, shaking his head in pretend exasperation. “God, fuck winter,” he muttered. I laughed breathlessly, trembling a little bit from how turned on I was. Jaxon tugged my undershirt free of my jeans and dragged it up along my body, and I threw my arms up over my head to help him pull it free.

  I hauled the bottom of Jaxon’s hoodie up, pulling it over his head as quickly as I could. I trailed my hands over his back and shoulders while Jaxon brought his hands up to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. He teased my nipples with his fingertips and I moaned as I felt them hardening into firm little nubs, straining at the fabric. Jaxon buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling against my sensitive skin while his hands wandered over me, teasing and caressing. I fumbled for the hem of Jackson’s tee shirt, my arms tangling with his. “Yeah,” I said, panting slightly. “Winter sucks.” I managed to slip his shirt up along his back, pulling and tugging it over his head and throwing it across the room without even caring where it ended up.

  Jaxon reached around to my back and unhooked my bra, guiding the fabric away from my body and letting it fall to the floor. He cupped my breasts and brought each one of them in turn up to his mouth; I moaned out as Jaxon claimed first one nipple and then the other with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking, sending tingling jolts of electric sensation that seemed to travel straight from my breast to my pussy, making me tighten, making me wetter and wetter by the moment. He switched from one to the other and I lost all track of time, arching up towards his mouth, rocking on the balls of my feet. I dug my fingernails into the skin of his back as he teased me, almost more than I could stand. Jaxon moaned against my skin and broke away, bringing his mouth back up to mine to kiss me hungrily.

  I felt his hands slip and slide along my body until they landed at my hips; by feel he worked his way to the fly of my jeans and started to unbutton and unzip it, easing his fingers along the skin of my abdomen, just underneath the waistband of my panties. “I’ve been dreaming about getting you naked again,” Jaxon murmured against my lips, nipping at me playfully. “God, if you knew how many times I woke up hard, dreaming about you.” Jaxon shook his head and tugged my jeans down over my hips. He sank down in front of me, pulling my pants down to my knees before he rose back up to kiss me again.

  Jaxon wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me up onto the bed, pushing me down slightly until I was on my back, looking up at him. He looked me over from head to toe, panting slightly, his face flushed, his eyes dark with lust. “You are so fucking hot, Mia,” he told me, shaking his head slightly. Jaxon hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them over my hips, almost ripping them as he pulled them hard. I kicked free of my jeans and panties, and felt myself blushing as Jaxon stared down at me, licking his lips, obviously liking what he saw. He reached up between my legs and traced his fingers up and down along my slick folds, touching me lightly at first and then pressing in deeper, rubbing and stroking.

  He leaned against me, moving in close and kissing me on the lips while he stroked up and down along my labia, finding my clit by touch. “I dreamed about the time by the pool,” Jaxon murmured against my lips. “Touching you, feeling you, how you looked when you came.” I shivered as Jaxon rubbed my clit up and down, side to side, in tight little circles that sent thrills of sensation shooting through my body. I moaned, my thighs tightening around him as I started to writhe underneath him. Little whimpering moans left my lips as I twisted on the bed, pushing my hips down to get better and better contact with his fingers. I felt myself getting wetter, heard the slick sounds of Jaxon’s fingers working me faster and faster.

  Jaxon’s fingers slipped and slid down along my inner labia, and his thumb started to rub my clit while he worked one finger inside of me slowly, probing me and feeling along my inner walls. I was moving mindlessly, my hips rising and falling, while Jaxon kissed me everywhere: my face, my neck, my breasts, my lips. He nipped and nibbled my skin, and I felt myself get more and more turned on by the moment, closer and closer to orgasm, my nerves tingling and my body getting hotter and hotter. Jaxon brought me right up to the edge of climax again and again, working a second finger inside of me, rubbing my g-spot carefully even as he teased my clit with his thumb until I was arching and twisting on the bed, moaning out, almost ready to beg him to just finish me off.

  Finally, I hit my orgasm, crying out, grabbing at Jaxon’s shoulders, clinging to him as if for life itself. It had been so long since anyone else had touched me—I hadn’t been able to let myself get with anyone else, not when I still had feelings for Jaxon. Jaxon kept working me as spasms of pleasure jolted through my body, making me tremble all over. I gushed around his fingers, I moaned, I twisted my hips for more, as wave after wave of sensation rocked me.

  He slowed down as the spasms started to abate, breathing heavily as he leaned against me, holding me with one arm while his fingers stroked my over-sensitive labia gently. “I love watching you come,” he murmured, kissing me lazily right between my breasts. He looked up with a little grin. “And making you come is just such a fucking turn on.” I rolled my eyes, twisting just a little bit free of him; I wanted the weight of him against me, but I couldn’t take anymore—not for a little while at least—of him touching my clit, stroking my pussy.

  I reached down between our bodies and trailed my fingers over the hard ridge at the front of Jaxon’s jeans. Under the fabric he was like a rock—he felt heavy to my touch, and I could feel the heat of him radiating from his skin, through his clothes. I teased him while I caught my breath; I knew I wanted more—I had to feel him inside of me. Jaxon groaned, thrusting his hips against my hand, and I began to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling them down just enough to slip my hand under the waistband of his boxers.

  Jaxon stripped out of his jeans and underwear, climbing up onto the bed with me, covering my body with his own. “I’m not ready yet,” I told him, though I knew I was really close to being ready—it would only take me a few more minutes to catch my breath and I was already soaking wet. I rubbed up and down along the length of Jaxon’s cock, teasing the tip with my thumb, and Jaxon groaned, thrusting his hips into my hand.

  “Whenever you’re ready,” he told me, his voice harsh and ragged, “God, Mia, you’re so hot and wet.” He began to move to my touch, and I smiled to myself, feeling my power, feeling the sense of pride at knowing how good I was making him feel. I let go of him, licking my hand and then reaching down to begin stroking him once more. The sticky-slick precum began to flow from the tip, and I used it to move my hand up and down faster, gripping him as tightly as I dared. Jaxon groaned, his hips moving automatically, his body tensing. “Now, Mia,” he told me, his voice hard with urgency. “I can’t wait much longer.” I nodded; I was already getting turned on again, already ready for more.

  Jaxon pushed my hand away and slipped down between my legs, guiding his cock up against my soaking wet pussy. He rubbed up and down slowly, teasing me for just a moment before he thrust into me inch by inch, filling me up with his heat. We both moaned out, not caring if there was anyone to hear, filling
the silence in Jaxon’s bedroom as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me.

  We fell into a rhythm together; I pushed my hips down to meet Jaxon’s thrusts, his hands wandered all over my body, and I felt myself almost immediately getting more and more turned on, in spite of the orgasm I’d already had. Jaxon started out slow but gradually moved inside of me faster, rubbing along my inner walls with every movement of his hips. I twisted down to meet him, pivoting my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper and deeper inside of me, feeling the tingling pleasure every time we moved together. “Fuck, Mia, you feel so good,” Jaxon murmured, nibbling along the column of my throat, his lips moving down to the tops of my breasts.

  “You too,” I replied, hardly even knowing what I was agreeing to. All I knew was that it felt so good to be with him again, to feel him inside of me, that I didn’t care about anything else in the world. As Jaxon started moving faster and faster, thrusting into me harder, I clung to him, digging my nails into the skin of his back, tightening my thighs around him. I felt my inner muscles flexing as if my body itself didn’t want him to leave, as I got hotter and wetter, more and more turned on. I was on the edge of orgasm seemingly in just a matter of minutes, my nerves crackling with electric sensation. I could feel Jaxon’s cock twitching inside of me, and I heard the wet, slightly sucking sounds of our bodies moving together, and I knew that he was close too—I could feel the mounting tension in his muscles underneath my fingertips.

  Jaxon reached down between our bodies and his fingers slipped along my soaking wet folds until he found my clit. I cried out as he began to stroke me in time with his thrusts, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I came closer and closer to orgasm. In a matter of moments, I felt myself coming, my whole body tensing up, my muscles fluttering around Jaxon’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I was barely aware of the feeling of Jaxon tensing up inside of me, the fast hard twitch of his cock as he hit his own climax; I was still reeling from the pleasure washing through me as I felt the sticky-slick gush of his come filling me up, splashing deep inside me.