Ink Me_A Short Story

by MK Moore

  “Get dressed. I am taking you out to dinner.” I say, instead. I am going to tell her about my past, so she can make an informed decision, before I claim her. Her little pajama shorts and a man’s flannel shirt are driving me fucking crazy. I hate seeing another man’s shirt on her.

  I close my eyes and rub my temples as I walk back into the bedroom. It cannot be starting already. The all-consuming jealousy. I groan as I pull out a fresh pair of jeans and a crisp white dress shirt. I roll the sleeves up because I am not a well-dressed man. About the most I get dressed up is a basic black suit for weddings and funerals.

  When I get back out into the living area of the room, I see she is already dressed. She is wearing a tight black dress, which flares at the knee and she has awesome some fuck me heels. Her brown hair is smooth and straight and begging to be wrapped around my fist as I fuck into her from behind. My cock is standing at attention but trapped by belt.

  “Change.” I growl without thinking. She looks down at herself and frowns.

  “You don’t like my dress?” She asks, before giving me a little twirl. The bottom flares out her knees. Fuck. I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings. So, I move towards her.

  “You look fucking beautiful, Jax. Too beautiful. I don’t want every other fucking man out there staring at you. Trust me when I say I don’t think I can handle that.”

  She looks at me for a few beats, before responding to what I have said. “Okay, Miles. Give me a few minutes.”

  She retreats with her bag back into the bathroom. When she comes back out, she has taken off all of her makeup and changed into dark jeans, a Nirvana t-shirt, and a pair of Vans. Somehow, it’s even worse than before. She looks so young and innocent.

  I think my cock is going to explode. Fuck, when I look at her, any version of her, all I can think about is breeding her. I have never thought this before about anyone, but suddenly it is all I can think about. Her little body round with my child. Fuck.

  “Better?” She asks, giving me a little twirl. Her ass looks fucking amazing in those jeans.

  “No, but I’ll live. You still look beautiful.”

  “Thanks. Where are we eating?” She asks.

  “How do you feel about gourmet hot dogs?”

  “Seeing as I have only ever had the ninety-nine-cent variety, I am intrigued.” She says laughing.

  “Well, you are in for a treat. This place has a biker feel to it. I am sure we will fit right in.” I say, while not being able to stop staring at her face.

  Moving closer to her, she licks her lips and I have no choice but to pull her closer to me and kiss her. As my lips land on hers there is a little spark between us.

  “What was that for?” She asks.

  “You are too damn pretty not to be kissed every minute of every damn day.” I say. I don’t recognize my voice. It’s gravelly and low.

  She pulls my collar until my face is near hers again and then kisses me hard, before grabbing my hand and heading out the hotel to the street. Our hotel is a few blocks from the restaurant. She holds my hand the whole way and chatters about nonsense. It’s comforting in a way.

  “So, do you like movies?” She asks.

  “Do I like movies?” I repeat. “Who doesn’t like movies?” I ask back.

  “I mean, I like some, but I usually read.”

  “I do like movies. What do you like to read?”

  “Mostly romance, but I will read anything.”

  “I see.” We reach the restaurant and order.

  I take a drink of my local beer, while she drinks a domestic bottled beer. I like that she didn’t order some kind of fancy drink. She seems down to earth and the more I talk to her, the more I like her.

  I take a deep breath. “How much have you heard about my past?” I ask her.

  “Not much. I know you raised your brothers and sister. That’s about it.” She says, smiling.

  “That is true, but the reason behind it is that my father killed my mother then himself. I was in college, came home and did what I needed to do. My father was a jealous man and couldn't get past it.” Her hand slides across the table and rests on top of mine.

  “Oh, Miles. I am sorry to hear that and cannot imagine what it must have been like for you. You were so young to have to take on so much responsibility. It’s commendable. I have met Dex and Kitty, so I know you did a good job. I am sure Chip will prove that as well. I understand why you asked me to change. I don’t know what this is or what this could be, but it feels like something. I do want you to know that I will never do anything to break your trust. Besides, I am a ride or die kinda lady.”

  I wholeheartedly agree that this is something. “Tell me about you.” I ask.

  “Oh. That’s not a fun story. I got married young, had Kennedy and then my husband died. He never loved me.” She says quickly.

  “I am sure he did.” I interrupt. How could he not? I have known her a few days and I am halfway there.

  “He really didn't. When we moved I found a lot of letters to another woman. He never sent them, but in them he spelled it all out for her. He was trapped plain and simple.”

  The anger I feel towards a dead man for making her feel like less doesn’t sit well with me, so I push it aside.

  “I am sorry. That had to be tough.” I say.

  “Our past doesn’t define us.” She says, shrugging.

  Her words make me feel better and I can’t help laughing. Her sweet giggle is intoxicating. I can only nod, but our food coming to the table gives me a reprieve to gather my thoughts.

  We finish our dinner talking more about our likes and dislikes. The heaviness of talking about my parents is no longer weighing on my shoulders.

  We walk back to the hotel in silence, hand in hand.

  My cock is doing the thinking for me though. It is hard as fuck and damn if I am not going to sink inside her.

  My hands are itching to ink her pale smooth skin with my brand. First things first. I gotta claim her before someone takes her ass away from me.

  As if I would let that happen though. I’d fight tooth and nail to keep this woman. I have got to learn to get a handle on that.

  Chapter Four

  Jacquie

  This is the best date I have ever been on. How fucking sad is that? I am thirty-eight years old and way past my prime, but something about this man has me wanting more. More than I ever have before and fuck if that doesn’t scare the shit out of me.

  The silence walking back to the hotel is not awkward. For once, I don’t feel the need to fill it with idle chatter.

  When we get to the hotel room, I excuse myself to the bathroom. I am trying to get a grip, but fuck. I am dripping wet and I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone. I throw on some pajamas and go back out into the living room. Miles is sitting on the couch in his pajama pants, without a shirt and watching a basketball game. Fuck. His chest is built and covered in tattoos. I am itching to trace them with my tongue.

  When did I turn into this sex-crazed woman? Though I suppose it is about time.

  I sit down next to him. With his weight on the couch, I dip towards him. His arm goes around me and I stare at the tv. When his fingers move in circles on my shoulder, I fight to keep from shuddering. His touch is driving me crazy.

  “Are you gonna stare at the tv all night?” He asks, while practically growling.

  “No. I should probably go to bed.” I look at my watch as see that it is only ten. Lame. Did I ever know how to flirt? I am seriously re-considering my life right now.

  “If that is what you really want, I won’t stop you.” He says.

  “I mean, we could talk or something.”

  “Do you really want to talk?” He asks.

  “No. I really don’t.”

  “You’ve been teasing me with these tiny pajamas for two days now, you ready to show me what’s underneath?”

  “Yeah. I really am.” I say. I am one hundred percent sure I need him inside of me.

  In one swoop, he
has me off of the couch and carrying me into the bedroom. He lays me down in the middle of the bed and I watch as he pulls his pants down. I am amazed at his size. Fascinated, I watch as his cock gets hung up on his waistband, before there is a heavy thud as it bounces off of his abs.

  Shit. Not that I have seen many, but he has a beautiful cock. I feel my core tighten at the thought of him inside me. His body is rugged and perfect. Mine has imperfections hat I’m worried about.

  He crawls on the bed towards me. When he reaches me, he pulls my tiny cotton shorts down my legs.

  “No panties?” He growls.

  “I don’t sleep in panties.” I reply. Don’t all women?

  “I like that. I like that a lot.” He growls.

  When he goes to pull my tank top over my head, I hesitate. I have a huge c-section scar that is currently covered by my shirt. When I say the hospital in that part of Lake county in 1996 was not ideal, I mean my mother would have sewn me up better while drunk. After twenty-two years, it still looks slightly raw and it’s a gross shade of pink. It’s jagged and not sexy at all.

  Miles’ eyes snap to mine and I shake my head. He is not having any of that. I gasp as he rips it down the center and tosses the scraps away. Somehow that makes me even wetter. Embarrassingly wet. I instinctively move my hands to try to cover the scar. He moves my hands away and locks them in his above my head.

  “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.” He growls before kissing me breathless.

  “I have a nasty scar.” I say quietly.

  “So?” He challenges.

  His kisses a trail down my neck to my nipples, which are already pebbled.

  “Pretty pink nipples. Pretty pink pussy and it’s all mine. Tell me it’s all mine, Jax.” His finger runs down the seam of my pussy making me shudder. “Look how wet this pussy is.” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it in. His groan at my taste is sexy as fuck.

  “It…It’s all yours.” I moan as he bends back down and kisses my scar, before moving down to my bare pussy. When his mouth connects with my clit it makes my back arch off of the bed. No one has ever done this to me before and I gotta say it feels fucking amazing.

  My fingers grip his hair, while he lavishes me with his talented tongue. He knows what he is doing, and I feel a momentary sting of jealousy.

  Before I realize it, I am screaming his name as I come. My legs are shaking, and my pussy feels like it is actually trembling in anticipation.

  “Are you on the pill?” He asks as he leans back on his knees.

  “God, no.” I say breathlessly.

  “Good.” He says with a sexy smirk and slams into me, stretching me with his thick cock. The quick smarting pain is nothing as he slides out and slams back in again. I pull him down, so I can kiss him, while he fucks into me.

  “There is no way I will be able to go slow this time, baby. It’s been too long for me and your pussy is so fucking tight and gripping my cock. Look down and watch me as I breed this cunt.” He demands.

  Why is that so fucking hot? Shit. His words alone are almost enough to send me over the edge.

  “Fuck. Miles. I am going to come again.”

  “Give. It. To. Me.” He says. Each word is punctuated by a hard, demanding thrust. “Come on my cock.”

  “Fuck. Miles. Please.” I moan.

  “You like when I talk filthy to you, while I am balls deep in this magnificent pussy. Don’t you?” He demands.

  I nod. “Oh God. Yes. I do. Tell me more.” I demand.

  “You want more, baby? I’ll give you everything I have. Milk my cock and it’s all yours.” I can feel his cock throbbing inside me

  I meet his thrusts, making our hips bang together. Wrapping my legs around his waist, while digging my heels into his tight ass. My fingers trace over the words on his chest. I notice they are names, but honestly, I don’t have a lot of thoughts going on besides how good this feels. With a roar, he comes inside me. I can feel the warmth coating my unprotected womb and it causes me to come again.

  He drops down on top of me and I run my fingers through his hair. We lay like this until his cock slips out of me. I moan at the loss.

  “Damn baby. I think you broke me.” He says. I giggle, and he laughs as he rolls off of me. I quickly pull the covers down and climb underneath them. He turns the lights off and climbs in beside me.

  “So much for being adults.” He says.

  “Yeah. I am definitely going to want to do that again. Soon.” I say sleepily as he tucks me into his side. He strokes my back in a gentle rhythm until I can’t remember anything else.

  Chapter Five

  Miles

  This woman is a fucking firecracker out of bed, but in my arms, she is a raging inferno. Her tight little pussy is full of my cum, yet my cock has not gone down. Her soft snores against my chest make me smile. How does someone become so important in so little time? I am already picturing the rest of my life with her by my side. There are things I know I want that I never thought of before. I want her to be my wife. Getting to know her slowly isn’t going to work for me.

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  The next morning, we decide to do some sightseeing because Jax has never been to Denver. For the rest of the trip, I spend every night inside her. I find that I am dreading going home, because I don’t want this kind of freedom to end.

  The trip back to Minnesota is uneventful and before I know it we are loaded into my truck making the short trip back to Bleak. It’s almost eleven at night, so there is no one else on the road.

  “So…” She starts.

  “So…” I say smiling.

  “Was this a one-time thing? Maybe, like vacation sex?” She asks, looking down at her hands in lap.

  “Fuck no! You are mine. What about this week didn’t say that?” I ask, staring at the road ahead.

  “Well, nothing. I thought it was just talk.” She shrugs. “Things guys say when they are looking to get laid.”

  “What kind of guys have you been with, Jax? Never mind, don’t answer that because I don’t want to know.” The thought of her with other men has me seeing red. “Men wouldn’t talk like that to get into your pants. You are a forever kind of woman, Jacqueline. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

  “Thanks, Miles.” She reaches over the center console and grabs my hand and I run little circles over the back of hers. As I pull into her driveway she takes her seat belt off but hesitates on getting out.

  “You are home safe and sound.” I say, but she still makes no move to get out of the truck.

  “Yep. Safe and sound.” She repeats.

  “I am taking you home with me.” I say putting the truck back into drive. She isn’t leaving my side. We can work out the logistics later.

  “Okay.” She says, immediately buckling her seat belt again. Her sly little smile makes my cock hard.

  We barely make it in my front door before I am ripping her clothes off, while she frees my hard cock. I pull off my shirt and toss it away. She climbs my body and her warm pussy grazes my abs before I slam inside of her. Her loud moan courses through me. I am being reckless. I don’t know if Chip is home, but at this moment I don’t care. He has his own apartment, but he crashes here a few times a week.

  With my cock still inside of her, I carry her from the living room to my bed. Laying down on the bed with her above me, her pink tipped tits swaying above me. Fuck. It is a damn beautiful sight. Her cunt is gripping my cock greedily as she starts rocking her hips. I thrust up meeting her hips, I flip her onto her back and bring my mouth down on hers. I slide my tongue down her neck and pull a nipple into my mouth, before moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment.

  “Miles. Fuck. I want to suck you.” She mewls.

  Who am I to say no to that? I pull out of her tight heat. Before I can move to lay back, she is up on her knees and bent over with her hot mouth on my cock. Her fantastic ass is in the air as she is sucking me off like a champ. Her fingers gently stroke my balls. One of
my hands is in her hair and the other squeezing and slapping her ass.

  Her moans tell me she likes it.

  “I am going to come.” I growl out. “Not in your pretty mouth.” Her mouth pops off the tip of my cock and I push her backwards, before tapping my cock on her clit twice and slowly sliding into her. Her legs wrap around my waist and she meets me thrust for thrust. Her coming on my cock triggers my own release.

  I never make my bed, so I slide out of her and pull her to my side and throw the comforter over us.

  As I start to drift off, there is a loud banging on my front door. I jump out of bed and search for my pants.

  “What is that?” Jax asks sleepily.

  “The door. I will go check it out. Wait here.” A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s three thirty in the morning.

  I slide my pajamas on and head to the door. Unlocking and throwing it open.

  “Chip? What the fuck? Where is your key?” I demand.

  “I lost it.” He shrugs.

  “Are you drunk? Get your ass in here.” I say, as I pull him through the door, shutting, and locking it.

  “I might be. There was a party and I shouldn’t have gone.”

  “Well, lesson learned.” I say, chuckling.

  “She’s going to give in eventually.” He drunkenly rambles. “She’s got to. I need to be what she needs.”

  I have no idea what he is talking about, but I guide him down the hallway to his room.

  “Whoa.” He says, stopping. I look up and see Jax standing in the doorway to my room, wearing just a t-shirt from the floor in my room. God, I hope it’s semi clean. “Who’s the pretty lady?” He finishes.

  “This is Jacquie and you are going to bed. Don’t puke everywhere.” I say, putting him in his bedroom.

  “That was my brother, Chip. Let’s go back to bed.” I say, grabbing her hand. She giggles. We fall into bed and I worship her body once more before falling asleep.