Ink

by Michaela Scott

  “What’s so special about this skirt?” I ask, running my hands over it slowly.

  “Nothing and everything,” says Jace. “I just remember one morning when I woke up, I walked into the kitchen, and you were just leaning against the kitchen counter wearing that skirt, sticking your curvy ass out in the air like you wanted me to come take it.”

  I smile at Jace and bite my lip.

  “Like this?” I ask, walking past him, putting my elbows on the counter and sticking my ass into the air behind me.

  “No, it was even more obvious, you were really putting it out there.”

  I bend over even further, look back at Jace, and raise my eyebrows.

  “Further.”

  “No way,” I say, “You must have dreamed this or something, I would never stick my ass out like this.”

  “You were doing it, Haley, you were even moving it back and forth a little.”

  I bend over as far as I possibly can, and start moving my ass back and forth for Jace.

  “Holy shit,” Jace says, “That’s it. That’s exactly it.”

  “You definitely imagined this,” I say, “I would never do this in the middle of the kitchen.”

  “Exactly,” Jace says, “That’s why it was so hot. I just wanted to fucking lift your little skirt up and…”

  Jace practically runs across the kitchen, grabbing my hips with one hand and lifting up my skirt with the other. Then, he undoes his pants and slams his cock inside me, still sheathed from fucking me on the couch.

  Jace thrusts into me like he’s possessed. He’s so thick and strong that fucking him is intense even when he’s taking it easy on me, and now, it’s absolutely mindblowing. My knuckles turn white as I hold on tight to the opposite side of the counter, but Jace’s insane thrusting almost jars my fingers loose a few times.

  I close my eyes, imagining what I would have done if Jace had wanted to do this back then. Since I ran away after just reading his contract, I’m not sure I would have agreed to this, but on the other hand, if he put his hands on me and started talking dirty to me…I may not have been able to control myself.

  Jace’s hand pushes between my legs, and I let out a loud moan. The idea of fulfilling Jace’s fantasy is making this even hotter than it normally would be, and before I know it, my muscles start to clench around him and an explosion rises up from between my legs to claim my whole body, and I push my forehead into my upper arm as I come for Jace.

  As I lie against the kitchen counter, staring at my half-eaten tuna sandwich, I feel Jace pulling out of me.

  “Wait, did you come?” I ask.

  “No, but I don’t need to. My fantasy was to make you come.”

  Jace zips his pants back up and sits down at the counter, and I take the stool next to him.

  “Well, do you at least want me to suck your cock?” I ask.

  “Jesus, Haley, you’re so dirty.”

  “No I’m not, I’m just saying, we’re not going to have a real conversation about expanding RentNation if you’re still thinking about fucking me.”

  “Have you seriously never had a fantasy about me?”

  I roll my eyes, and Jace’s eyes blaze.

  “Two strikes, Haley. Strike three, and you’re going to get spanked in front of all your stuffed animals.”

  And just like that, I’m already wet again. How are the two of us ever going to be able to do business together without it turning into an all day fuck festival?

  “I already told you, I was too scared of my feelings to fantasize about you until we started having sex. The only thing that came close was…”

  “Yeah?”

  “The first night I spent in the suite…I had a sex dream about you.”

  “What was it?”

  “Well…we were in here…I walked through the front door, and then I was naked, and you were there…”

  Jace starts laughing.

  “I’m not going to tell you the dream if you’re going to laugh at me.”

  “I’m just laughing at how bad you wanted me. Keep going.”

  “Okay…so there’s this jerk in the living room, and I’m naked, and he kisses me, takes me into his arms, carries me into his room, puts his face between my legs…and then, I wake up.”

  “Pretty simple.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Alright,” he says, getting up off his stool and lifting me up in the air.

  “Jace, wait,” I say, but Jace is already half the distance to his room.

  “Oh, right,” Jace says, “I’m supposed to kiss you before I take you to my room.”

  Jace pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss, just like the one in the dream. He stops in the middle of the hall and I twist around in his arms so that I can wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.

  There’s something about kissing Jace that makes me feel like I could do it for hours.

  And we probably could have stayed there for hours, but the idea of Jace reenacting my dream was starting to get me seriously wet. Eventually, my legs wrap tight around Jace’s waist, and my hips start bucking against him. Jace takes the hint, and starts walking again, carrying me into my old playroom.

  As Jace crosses the threshold of his room, he takes a couple steps forward and throws me down onto the bed.

  “That’s what I did in the dream, right? Threw you onto the bed?” he says, as he closes the bedroom door behind him.

  “I don’t remember,” I say, “But I do remember how you spread my legs.”

  Jace smirks.

  “Like this,” he says, putting his hands between my raised thighs and firmly pressing them down into the mattress, sending my legs straight up in the air.

  “Yeah…it was just like that.”

  Jace pulls my skirt up, and since I have no panties on underneath, there’s nothing between his face and my clit.

  “Remember when you tried to write a contract, and I almost ate you out?” he asks.

  “Yeah, but at the time I thought you were just trying to mess with me.”

  “Once I was kissing the last couple inches of your thighs, it was so hard to stop. Remember how that felt?”

  I nod.

  “You loved it so much.”

  “I…uh…yeah. It was really hard to stop you.”

  “Well this time, I’m going to make it all the way up,” he says.

  Then, he puts his mouth on the skin where my knee meets my thigh. Slowly, he starts kissing and licking his way up my leg while I lie back on the bed and moan.

  Every little sensation of his mouth shoots up the nerve endings of my thigh and travels right between my legs. Jace knows how good his tongue is making me feel before he’s even reached me, and he’s savoring every second of it.

  Waiting for him to reach my clit is like beautiful agony.

  After worshipping his way up my thigh, getting all the way up to the point where the tip of his tongue is just about to find my entrance, Jace pulls away, starting all the way at the beginning of the lower thigh of my other leg.

  Even though I just came in the kitchen a few minutes ago, Jace’s long, slow licks are leaving me just as desperate as I was the first time he pulled this routine on me. By the time he’s halfway up my other thigh, I can practically hear myself throbbing. By the time he’s inches away, I would do anything to stop him from pulling away again.

  Thankfully, he doesn’t. Instead, he runs his tongue all the way up to my clit and starts giving it a slow, lazy massage with his tongue.

  Jace is toying with me. He’s drawing this out so that I’ll beg him for more, and if he keeps this insanely slow circular licking up, I’m going to have to start begging.

  Instead of actually begging, I send my hands down through Jace’s hair, pulling at the roots, trying to get him to move at a speed that’s a little more likely to get me off.

  I can feel Jace smiling. He knows exactly what he’s doing, the bastard, and I’m just going to have to lay here and take it until he feels like speeding
up.

  Thankfully, he does eventually speed up, and when he does, I practically rip his hair out. Suddenly, it’s open season on my clit, and Jace is licking circles into it like a predator staking its prey. I push my hips against Jace’s mouth and start to moan his name, and Jace responds by speeding up even more.

  I arch my back up off the mattress as I feel an insane orgasm coming. Jace is totally in control now, and all I can do is roll my eyes back into my head and writhe until everything explodes and I come like I’m about to have a heart attack, squeezing my thighs against Jace’s head and holding his head against my hips. I want him to feel this.

  When Jace rises from between my legs, he’s breathing hard. I bite my lip as I realize that he’s done all this and he hasn’t even finished yet. I’m still floating on a cloud from him eating me out, but I keep my legs spread and my skirt up as he walks over to his nightstand and pulls out a huge roll of condoms.

  “Ambitious,” I say, as he rips one off and rolls it onto his cock.

  “Not really,” Jace says, “I’m pretty sure we’re going to use these up tonight.”

  Jace moves back to the foot of his bed and starts to strip off his clothes. As he’s undressing, I buck my hips up towards him and roll my skirt completely off my legs.

  “Holy shit,” Jace says, so desperate to get inside me that he leaves his shirt on, pulls his underwear down to his thighs, and climbs onto the bed like a wild animal.

  Up until he actually enters me, I’m assuming that this is going to be a nice, easy way for Jace to get himself off after penetrating me twice and eating me out once. What I don’t realize is that with a cock the size of Jace’s, nothing is quick or easy.

  He buries himself inside me and starts fucking me with the desperation of somebody who’s been waiting to come for over an hour, and I roll beneath him, shutting my eyes tight as he thrusts his way to ecstasy.

  I don’t even want to think about how sore I’m going to be in a couple hours.

  Finally, after a surprisingly long time, Jace finishes, shuddering and breathing hot air onto the lobe of my ear. Panting and exhausted, he rolls off of me, and I snuggle up against his side, fingers dancing against the muscles of his chest.

  “No skyscraper in the world is worth losing this,” he says, wrapping his arm around me and looking into my eyes.

  “Too bad you’ve spent all week telling people that we’re just stepbrother and stepsister, huh?”

  “No, I haven’t. That’s what I was going to do if I had to, but so far, nobody who matters is asking the question. I just……”

  Jace sighs, looking up at the ceiling of his room.

  “I just don’t want to keep this a secret. I don’t want to feel like I have to be ashamed of you.”

  “But we can’t go public,” I say, “Even if we weren’t stepbrother and stepsister, us being in a relationship would be a huge conflict of interest.”

  “Right,” Jace says, “All I know is I’ll do whatever it takes not to lose this.”

  “Me too,” I say.

  We cuddle in Jace’s bed for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies. I look up at one of Jace’s posters, the one with the bikini model leaning over the hood of a car, and laugh.

  “What?” Jace asks.

  “In my dream, that was me,” I say, “I was wearing a bikini like that model, and leaning over the hood of that car in the exact same way.”

  “That can be arranged,” says Jace, and I smack him in the chest.

  “What? It’s from your dream. Let’s buy that car, pose you like that girl, and hang it up on the wall of the suite.”

  I laugh in to Jace’s shoulder.

  “I’m dead serious. Don’t make me use the contract to get you to do it.”

  I climb up on Jace’s body.

  “Personally, I’d rather get a spanking,” I say.

  Beneath me, I feel Jace’s stomach growling.

  “Aww, are you hungry?” I ask, sticking my lip out in mock pity.

  “Yeah,” says Jace, “I’m starving. I was too busy to eat before I came over.”

  Jace grins.

  “And now that I think about it, there’s a perfectly good tuna sandwich just sitting on the kitchen counter.”

  “Jace! No! That’s my sandwich!”

  “Not if I get to it first,” he says, jumping out of bed.

  “You’re not allowed to eat my sandwich,” I say, trying to tackle him back onto the bed. He squirms free from my grasp and heads for the bedroom door, and I try to muscle past him. As Jace tries to open the door, I push my weight against it, but he’s able to throw it open anyway. So instead, I wrap my arms around him and try and get ahead of him as he drags me out into the hallway.

  Click.

  We both freeze.

  Laura’s standing at the end of the hall with her phone in her hand and an evil little smirk on her face.

  Now I know where Jace gets it from.

  Chapter 30: Jace

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say.

  “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to play this angle,” says Laura, “But if you two are going to be this obvious, I might as well pull the plug now.”

  I look over at Haley. She’s kind of in shock, but she’s strong enough not to let Laura see her upset.

  “Give me the phone, Mom,” I say, walking towards her with my hand extended, “Taking that picture was a really bad idea.”

  “If it wasn’t me, it would be the paparazzi a few months from now. And trust me, it’s better this way. Now, we can keep RentNation in the family under more responsible leadership.”

  “You’re lucky Haley’s fucking dressed,” I say, “Because otherwise, that phone would be in a million pieces right now.”

  “You’re lucky she’s dressed, too,” she says, “Because if you tried to smash my phone, I wouldn’t even need this picture to convince Bruce to sell me the company.”

  “I don’t think you understand what your current position is,” I say.

  “That’s rich, coming from you. You could have run one of the most successful companies in the world, and you threw it away because you didn’t have enough self-control not to sleep with your own stepsister. I mean, seriously, Jace, you’ve spent the last five days sneaking off to Connecticut to fool around with Haley instead of running your own company.”

  “What?” Haley asks, “No he hasn’t.”

  “Haley,” I say, “Mom thinks she’s this genius businesswoman and I’m some kind of idiot who can’t keep his dick in his pants. That’s what stops her from actually being a genius businesswoman: she’s too arrogant to see things objectively.”

  Laura laughs, and so do I, for entirely different reasons.

  “Go ahead and laugh, Mom, but you have such a low opinion of me that when your little private eyes found out that I was getting on trains to Connecticut every day, you told them not to follow me because you assumed that I was just being a manwhore. You have no idea what I was really doing out there.”

  “What does it matter, Jace? I just caught you being a manwhore, and that was all I needed to do to buy RentNation.”

  “With your group of billionaires, right? Like Sheldon Monk, the magazine guy who tried to set me up with some girls on his payroll? Did you know he lives in Connecticut? I met him out here a couple days ago, and he was very interested to hear about that boycott you tried to fake against Hot Pink Magazine last year.”

  I turn to Haley.

  “Mom bribed one of the photographers to make up a bunch of stories about how the magazine was a horrible place to work, and then tried to buy the magazine with a group of investors behind her. Sound familiar?”

  “That was smart business,” says Laura, “Just like this is.”

  “Double-crossing people is not smart business, Mom. When I told Sheldon Monk you were behind the fake boycott, he signed an advertising deal with me to give free one-year subscriptions to all of his magazines to RentNation customers. I made an ally, an
d you made an enemy.”

  That wipes the smirk right off Mom’s face. A vein in her forehead starts to twitch.

  “He’s expendable,” she says.

  “Maybe, but I didn’t just meet with him. While you thought I was going to Connecticut to sleep with Haley, I was actually meeting with all your investors in their favorite overpriced coffee shops and getting them over to my side. You know what I told all of them? If she’s trying to screw over her own son, what do you think she’ll do to you when she doesn’t need you?”

  “I don’t believe you,” she says, “We made commitments.”

  “Try calling one,” says Jace, “See what happens.”

  “They’re all expendable,” says Laura, “As long as Bruce wants to keep the business within the family.”

  “Oh, yeah, about that,” I say, “You left your laptop open last night while you were smoking out on the balcony, and I couldn’t help but notice a bunch of emails from Border Country Oil. Isn’t that the company Bruce was trying to outbid up in North Dakota? So I took a picture of your inbox and sent it over to Bruce, and, well…he might not pick up if you call, either.”

  Wow, this is cathartic. For once, my mother is totally speechless.

  “So here’s the deal,” I say, “Give me the phone, sign an NDA about what you saw in here, and I’ll make sure you land on your feet.”

  Laura attempts to regain some of her composure, forcing a bitter smile as she slides her phone into her pocket.

  “Alright,” she says, “Maybe you did stop me from buying RentNation, but as long as I have this picture, I can stop you from owning it, too. So here’s my deal: make me an equal partner, along with you and Haley, or I’ll make sure everyone in the country sees this picture.”

  Haley whimpers, and I reach out and take her hand.

  “No deal,” I say.

  “You really don’t want this getting out, Jace.”

  “You think I’m so ashamed of a picture of me having fun with the girl I love that I’m going to let you blackmail me for the rest of your life? Go ahead and send it.”

  “Fine,” says Laura, “But don’t come crawling back to me once you’re a bankrupt national laughing stock.”