Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

“He was with her when I was losing our baby.”

  Her face turns angry. “You fucking what? Just wait until I see him. I’ll make sure he never fucking has kids, the cheating little fuck nugget.”

  I laugh at her reaction and take a sip of my coffee. I welcome the caffeine boost; it instantly calms me.

  “I met Sam for lunch, but I was so upset after bumping into Callum, so we didn’t stay for lunch. He took me back to his place.”

  Ruby raises her eyebrows knowingly. “Did you finally fuck him?”

  I hit her arm playfully. “Ruby! No, I didn’t, I told him it was over and that I didn’t want to see him again.”

  She sits up slowly. “Are you shitting me? Peyton, you have a hot rock star falling over himself for you, and you’re telling him you don’t want to see him again? What the actual fuck!”

  I shake my head. “I know, all of it, it was too much. All the press shit, him, he is too intense, the fact that his sister is the one who took Callum from me, and there’s something about J.D that creeps me the fuck out.”

  She nods. “I agree, my lizard brain tells me that J.D is definitely bad news, just be careful, babe,” Ruby warns, and I know that she is just looking out for me.

  We spend the rest of the afternoon on the sofa, eating Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and watching chick flicks, opting for Love Actually, The Holiday and Mamma Mia. I needed some girl time and a chance to talk with Ruby properly—these past few days have been such a whirlwind.

  By early evening, Ruby has gone to her room for a lie-down and I’m in the flat on my own with a large glass of wine catching up with Vampire Diaries on TV. The door knocks softly, and I realise I am not expecting anyone. I open the door, and Sam leans into the doorway, his tall, powerfully-built frame filling the space.

  “I couldn’t leave it like that, babe, I had to come and make it right.”

  I look up at him, and he smiles. His smile melts me instantly, and he backs me into the flat. He swings the door closed and pushes me against it, gripping both of my wrists with one of his hands and pinning them above my head. His mouth finds my neck—he bites me gently, reminding me of the night of our date. Kisses are peppered from my neck to my collarbone until his other hand finds my breast. He gently squeezes it in his hand and fondles it through my clothes, stroking my nipple piercing. A wicked smile crawls onto his features, and I feel his erection digging into my pubic bone. He thrusts his hips forward, making me moan with pleasure.

  “Fuck, Peyton, I want you so badly.”

  He kisses me on the lips frantically as his hand moves from my breast to my pussy. I writhe in his arms.

  “Sam,” I moan breathlessly into his mouth.

  “Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk out of that door right now. You won’t see me ever again, and that’s a promise,” he whispers, and I shake my head.

  “I want you, Sam, so badly. Fuck, I wanted you the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

  He smiles and pops the button on my shorts with one smooth move of his hand.

  “That’s what I thought, babe.”

  He winks, pushing the zip down and reaching into my knickers. His long finger finds my slick folds, and he pushes it deep into my pussy. I gasp and moan so loud he frees my wrists and places his other hand over my mouth.

  “See how wet you are for me, baby?”

  He smiles seductively moving his finger slowly in and out of my pussy with ease.

  “God, you’re so tight. Imagine what my cock will feel like buried inside you.”

  I moan into his hand, and his lips find my neck. A fiery trail of kisses burns from my neck down to my breastbone, nipping as he goes. I stroke his erection through his trousers, and he moans into my heaving breasts.

  “Oh, Jesus, that feels so good,” he whispers huskily. He swiftly moves his finger from my pussy, and in one lithe move, he throws me effortlessly over his shoulder. He carries me into my bedroom, closes the door, and throws me down on the bed. With an effortless grace, he climbs onto my body like a panther stalking its prey. His lips caress me gently on the lips and move down my body. Suddenly, my shorts are pulled down, and my tights follow them into a heap onto the floor. I sit up and fumble with the zip on his jeans, pulling the denim down his muscular legs and kicking them off the end of the bed. He strips his t-shirt off to reveal the body of a perfectly sculpted Greek God—narrow hips, a heavily tattooed muscular chest, a six-pack to die for and a nipple piercing. I lick my lips at the sight of him—he smirks.

  “Like what you see, baby?”

  I nod eagerly, and he throws his t-shirt on the growing pile of clothes on my floor. Within seconds, I am naked except for my knickers on my bed with him staring at me with appreciation.

  “God, you’re so … fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, rock star.”

  I gasp as he carries on trailing kisses over the material of my knickers and down to my inner thigh. I’m aching for him; my whole body is burning with desire.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  I pant as he nips a sensitive spot on my inner thigh, “I want you.”

  “How? Tell me, baby, tell me.”

  “I want your cock inside my pussy. Now.”

  “Good girl, your wish is my command.”

  He pulls my knickers down my legs, and they join the pile of clothes on the floor. The bed dips as he gets off the bed to remove his jeans and his boxers. My eyes widen at the size of the erection that springs free. He is huge, at least eight or nine inches in length if not bigger; he is hung like a donkey!

  I must have a look of trepidation because he says, “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I’ll go slowly, and I’ll be gentle.”

  He grasps his steel erection in his hand and strokes himself.

  “Play with yourself, baby. Show me how you make yourself come.”

  I shake my head. “I want you to make me come, Sam.”

  He winks. “All in good time, beautiful.” He carries on stroking himself. “Show me,” he growls.

  I find something about the sound wild and erotic, making me want him even more. I never thought I would want a man as much as I want him. His eyes lock on mine, and he drops his hand from his growing cock before he gets back on the bed. He kneels between my legs and grasps his erection again.

  “Now, show me how you make yourself come, baby. I need to see you.”

  His voice is deep and commanding. I instantly do as he says, and he smiles playfully. I slide a finger down into my already soaking wet folds and begin to rub myself. I stroke my nub in deliberate slow circles and he moans.

  “Oh, baby, that is so fucking hot.”

  I moan as I watch him stroke himself. There is something so erotic and intimate about pleasuring ourselves in front of each other. Oddly, I don’t feel embarrassed.

  “God, look how swollen you are for me. Keep going, baby, I need you wet and ready for when I take you.”

  My slow circles become frantic as I moan and writhe on the bed.

  “Sam, oh, God, Sam. Please,” I moan out his name in desperation.

  “I know, babe, I know. Don’t stop.”

  He gasps as he strokes himself, never breaking eye contact and I bite my lip.

  “If you bite that lip once more I won’t be gentle, I will fuck you hard.”

  I release my lip, and his voice is enough to make my pending orgasm rise to the surface. I feel it deep within my aching core, and I subconsciously bite my lip again. He drops his erection and lifts me up, stopping me abruptly.

  “Do you have any condoms?” he rasps almost desperately, and I nod.

  “In the top drawer,” I say, breathless.

  He reaches over into my top drawer and pulls out a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding the condom onto his hard length. He pushes my legs open wider with his knee and pushes his cock deep into my pussy. I shriek at the sheer force, the size of him, and the feel of him filling me to the hilt. H
e puts his hand over my mouth as he moves in and out.

  “God, you feel so good. You’re so … Fuck. You’re tight,” he gasps and takes his hand away from my mouth. I rake my nails down his back.

  “That’s it, baby, touch me, I need to feel your hands on me.”

  My hands roam over his back and his shoulder blades. I squeeze his biceps and run my hands softly over his chest, loving how he feels underneath my touch. He is moving at a faster pace now, my body has adjusted to his size, and he cups my breast, kneading it in his hand. I moan, and pant as his pace quickens. He rams his cock deep into me, and when I pinch his nipple ring, he gasps.

  “Oh, fuck me, you’re amazing. Your pussy is like a velvet vice around my cock.”

  “Don’t stop, baby,” I manage to pant out and he smiles lazily.

  “Tell me.”

  I bite my lip, and he moves his hand from my breast to pull my lip out from the grip of my teeth.

  “Tell me what you want, baby, tell me what to do.”

  He lazily slides his cock in and out at a shockingly slow pace. I am left desperate and wanting.

  “Sam, please.” I try not to sound like a whiny child.

  “Beg me,” he growls, and I find it so hot.

  “Look how wet you are for me; your pussy is soaking. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  I writhe under his touch. He trails his fingers down my stomach, causing goosebumps to appear over my entire body. I am burning for him—at this moment in time, I will do anything this man wants. I am aching for him to give me the release I need.

  “Sam, please, please fuck me hard, make me come. I need you to make me come.”

  He smiles. “Good girl.”

  He rams his cock back into me, and I scream out. He quickens his pace, and I feel my orgasm rushing to the surface. He finds my swollen clit and rubs it in small circles. With one swift move of his cock, I feel my orgasm explode from me.

  “Fuck, Sam. Oh, God, I’m going to come.”

  He pushes his cock into me to the hilt. “I’ve got you. Come with me, baby.”

  I scream out as my orgasm floods through my whole body, making me pant and quiver as he explodes into me at the same time. He leans down and bites my neck as he comes, trembling. Our orgasms subside, and he collapses, spent on top of me. We are both breathless and sweaty after our sex session.

  After a few minutes, he pulls out of me, pulls the condom off, and knots it at the end. He throws it in the bin next to my bed and lies back down on the bed. As he scoots closer to me, he pulls me into him, and I lay my head on his torso; I feel the rise and fall of his chest. For the first time in a long time, I feel content and the happiest I have ever felt. Blissful and in the throes of a passionate, blossoming romance. He strokes my hair tenderly.

  “Peyton, you are fucking amazing.”

  “Thanks, you’re pretty amazing yourself.”

  I squeeze him, and the door to my bedroom knocks gently. I lift my head up from Sam’s chest, and Ruby says quietly, “Babe, is everything OK?”

  Sam and I both laugh silently.

  “Erm … yeah, everything’s fine. Thanks, babe.”

  She giggles like a schoolgirl. “Glad you and the rock star made up, babe; you’re made for each other.”

  I hear the smile in her voice as her footsteps cross the flat and a door closes. I resume my position with my head laid on Sam’s chest and him stroking my arm gently. Enjoying his closeness and the heat from his body.

  “Are you OK, babe?” Sam looks down at me, and I nod.

  “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks. Are you OK?”

  He chuckles softly. “Yeah, I’m more than OK, babe, trust me.”

  We both laugh.

  “Do you want to stay over?”

  He strokes my hair and leans down to kiss the top of my head. “I’d love to, beautiful.”

  I smile, and I hear my phone ringing out in the flat where I left it. My ringtone of Avenged Sevenfold’s Seize the Day growing louder as the phone continues to ring.

  Groaning, I say, “Back to reality, baby.”

  I take my black, silk, kimono, dressing gown from the hook on the back of my bedroom door and put it on. The silk feels cool against my skin; I pull it tightly around my body and tie it at my waist, jam my feet into my UGG slippers, and Sam is watching me from the bed with his hands behind his head. Gloriously naked and with a smug grin plastered across his face. I open the door, and my phone stops ringing. Bloody typical. I pick up my phone and check who was calling—I have ten missed calls and a voicemail. What could possibly be so important that would warrant that amount of communication? Then I remember the small matter of mine and Sam's ‘relationship’ plastered all over the newspapers and internet. I roll my eyes, frustrated at the whole sorry situation. Sam walks out of my bedroom wearing his jeans with the fly open—he is shirtless and walking barefoot towards me. He smiles, stops in front of me, and kisses me gently on the lips.

  "Is everything all right, babe?"

  I shake my head, and concern mars his beautifully handsome features.

  "I've got ten missed calls on my phone."

  He rolls his eyes. "No rest for the wicked, babe."

  We both smile at each other, and I listen to the voice mail.

  "Hey, sweetie, it’s only me, there's more photos of you and that handsome rocker of yours on the internet. You haven't called me back. I tried ringing Sebastian at the shop, but he said he had given you the afternoon off. Is everything OK, my darling? Give me a call back, you know how much I worry. Love you, bye."

  It's my mum, I smile at her voice message, grateful that she cares so much. I dial her number and leave Sam clattering around in the kitchen, looking for something to cook for us.

  “Hey, mum, it’s me.”

  She sighs. “Hey, sweetie, finally. I’ve been trying to call you for an age. Where have you been?”

  Having amazing sex with my gorgeous rock star boyfriend. But I don’t say those words aloud. Instead, I clear my throat.

  “Just catching up on some girl time with Ruby, she’s … had a lot to deal with.”

  My mum pauses a moment before saying, “Is everything OK, my darling? There’s been more photos posted on the internet, of you and the rock star getting into a car.”

  I tighten my grip on the phone. “Yeah, everything’s great. I haven’t had a chance to look, Mum, I’ve been busy. Please don’t worry about me. I’m fine, honestly. Eden called this morning.”

  She sucks in an audible breath.

  “Yes, she mentioned she was going to call. Look, I think you should come home, have a family meal, all of us together. You can bring the rock star.”

  “Mum, his name is Sam, and a family meal sounds … really great,” I reluctantly agree. It’s not that I don’t like spending time with my family, it’s just that me and my older sister don’t get on. Our personalities are so different, and she is engaged to a barrister called Jonah Hunt who is middle-aged and very rich—his parents are billionaires and own a country estate in Surrey. She thinks that because he is ridiculously rich, everyone else is beneath her. We couldn’t be more different.

  “That’s fabulous, sweetie; it’s been so long since you came home. You can come home Friday evening for the weekend, get away from London for a while, it will do you good.”

  I smile and agree with my mum. I definitely think that a break from the hustle and bustle of city life would do me good, even if it is just for the weekend. Mum and Dad are semi-retired and live in Brighton, just an hour or so away from London. They live in a five-bedroom detached house with a swimming pool and an acre of land at the back of the house. It’s amazing and was our family home until me, my older sister Eden, and my younger brother Dexter all moved out into the big wide world. I feel myself getting excited at the prospect of going home for the weekend.

  “That would be really great, mum. I’ve missed you. It will be so nice to be home, and it feels like I haven’t seen you and Dad in forever.”

 
I hear the smile in her voice, and I can’t remember the last time I saw my family. These past few months have been so busy.

  “I know, sweetie, it will be fantastic to see you and to finally meet the boy who’s stolen my little girl’s heart.”

  Smiling to myself, I tell her, “Yeah, I really can’t wait, Mum. Look, I have to go. Sam’s trying to trash our kitchen by the looks of it.”

  Sam cocks his pierced eyebrow from across the flat, and I stick my tongue out at him. My mum laughs on the end of the phone.

  “OK, my baby girl, we’ll see you on Friday.”