So Steady: Silver Daughters Ink, Book Two (Silver Daughters Ink Book Two)

by Eve Dangerfield

  But they both knew she was lying. Noah laughed and fucked her faster, sliding the head of his cock into her mouth. Nicole closed her eyes, listening to the slick sounds, feeling the ache in her jaw and the rub of his genitals. She imagined how it would look if someone came into the room. How they’d see a big, muscly tattooed man fucking her tits and her licking his cock and whimpering as though he was doing her a favour. Heat speared her middle. She was aching, swollen with wetness. She reached down to touch herself, but Noah was in the way. She shifted, missing a lick so that Noah’s cock brushed her chin.

  “Keep it up, Nikki.”

  Nicole tried. She bent forward and tried, but she was light-headed, and her jaw was throbbing. She was moaning, exactly as desperate as Noah had accused her of being, but she didn’t care. “Noah…”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I need...I just, please?”

  “You need more?”

  Of course, he couldn’t just let her have more. “Yes! Yes, please yes! More.”

  Noah turned, gripping her underwear and pulling it tight against her labia. It parted her lips and molded the cotton around her swollen clit. She screamed at the sudden stimulation. “What are you—”

  “Shut up and lick my cock.”

  Noah pulled her panties up from the back so that they stretched up her ass, turning her cotton hipsters into a high-waisted thong.

  “See what you can do with that,” he said and kept right on fucking her tits.

  Nicole was furious, but doing or saying something required concentration she didn’t have. Her cunt was throbbing and her underwear was like a harness, holding her in place, stimulating her overstimulated body.

  Noah spat again. This time wetness splashed onto her nipple, slicking her right breast. Noah spread it across her. She imagined him finishing on her, on her nipples and face. He could do it if he wanted, come on her, and if he did…

  Noah gripped her hair. “Suck my cock, Nikki.”

  Filthy, she thought. So, so filthy.

  But she licked, and though she wasn’t one of those girls who could get off with Kegel exercises or tight jeans, she could hear herself crying out as she rubbed hard against her panties. She sounded crazed, desperate, the kind of girl who ruined pornography because she was just too loud. Too eager. She was going to come, she realised with giddy exhilaration. She was that girl.

  Nicole turned her head away to avoid sucking Noah. He gripped her cheek, shoving her back into line, but she shook her head. “Can you go faster? Like, use me?”

  He could have laughed at her total hypocrisy, instead he urged her mouth back onto his cock. “You do this, I’ll do the rest.”

  She sucked him fast and eager as he pulled hard at her nipples. Her orgasm was crushing her insides, making wetness flow through her. Noah’s body kept her pinned to the mattress and she kicked her legs, arching uselessly against him.

  “That’s it,” she heard him say. “That’s it, you filthy girl, come.”

  And she did, she arched back and let the rough rub of her underwear guide her to orgasm. It was more relief than pleasure to feel the gold pulsing through her. She closed her eyes and sighed, twitching a little with aftershocks.

  Noah climbed off and she breathed deep into her chest, happy as a kitten in the sun. “I just came.”

  “Glad to hear it.” His response was so casual, mortification curled icy tendrils through her middle. He hadn’t even finished and here she was, practically falling asleep.

  She opened her eyes. “I’m so sorry, can I do something for you?”

  “You just did. Don’t apologise.”

  “What should we do now?”

  He grabbed her waist, turning her onto her belly. “This.”

  “What’s this?” Nicole asked, wanting to be helpful.

  “Just go where I put you.”

  He hauled her onto all fours, pulling her knees back and pushing her forearms down. Nicole felt like an opposable joints Karate Barbie, being moved into different fighting poses. Noah pulled her underwear down and she felt her labia part. Embarrassed, she tried to cover her wetness, but he slapped her ass. “Don’t move.”

  He got off the bed and she heard a drawer open, a crinkly packet torn open. It was about to happen. Her heart contracted. Noah would be her fourth. A square, tabletop number. The bed heaved under Noah’s weight. God, they were about to have sex. What if his penis didn’t fit? It had felt massive between her boobs and Aaron always said she was small. What if it hurt? Noah ran a hand over her back and she almost jumped a mile. “Sorry!”

  “It’s okay, just take it easy. Breathe.”

  She breathed, feeling tight and inflexible.

  “Arch your back.”

  She did and he brushed a thumb down her crack, and she started. All the heat she’d felt before had vanished, her stupid anti-eroticism had struck again.

  Don’t worry about it, an unfriendly Sam said. Just get it over with.

  Yeah, and put your hand back when he’s going inside you, whispered paranoid Tabby. Make sure the condom’s still on.

  Noah stiffened behind her. Could he tell she no longer wanted it? How? She hadn’t done anything. Before she could tell him to keep going, he shifted to the side, lying beside her. He wrapped his fist around his cock, a shadowy tower. “Climb on.”

  “Ex…cuse me?”

  “Get up here and ride. It’s not rocket science.”

  “But—”

  He sat up and gripped her hair. “You still want it hard?”

  Nicole’s cunt contracted, her nipples re-tightened. Suddenly it was like she hadn’t just come in her own underwear; it was like she’d never been satisfied at all. She clasped his hand, feeling hair over rough skin. “Yes.”

  “Then do what you’re told.”

  “I can’t.” Her voice was a high whine, so put on she might as well have said ‘Make me, daddy.’

  His hand tightened in her hair. “Ride me or I’ll drag you outside and fuck you in my front yard. Okay?”

  She shuddered. “Yes.”

  Noah let go and she climbed on top of him. It was like straddling a living statue, or maybe a huge Clydesdale horse. She had to spread her knees wide to touch the bed. Breathing fast, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, angling so it was where it needed to be. His skin was so warm, it was almost hot. “Noah…”

  His hands caressed her hips. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” she said, reassured that he was there and he still cared, at least enough to ask if she was okay. She pressed herself back against the head and it slid in with ease. She rocked, gently flexing and contracting. He was wide, wider than anyone she’d ever been with and as she sank lower, the pressure between her legs built until it was just a few shades away from pain. She breathed out. “Has anyone ever told you you’re big. Like…in a bad way?”

  “No,” Noah said, amused. “Is that what you’re doing?”

  “Kind of. I mean, it’s good, but it’s a lot.” She shifted around a little, embarrassed. “Can you…with the bossiness again?”

  A soft chuckle. “Demand you take my dick?”

  “It helps! It’s like, when your trainer tells you to do five more push-ups. You want to do it; you just need the motivation.”

  “Take your word for it.” Noah sat up and gripped her jaw roughly. “You want to get fucked, Nikki?”

  Nicole closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  “Then sit on me, you little whore.”

  Nicole moved without thinking, raising herself up on her heels and grasping his shaft with her left hand. She bounced, finding it was easier to sink down this way. She had more control and while it ached, there was no pain. She was about three quarters down, and highly pleased with herself, when Noah let out a moan. “Fuck, you feel good.”

  She paused, startled. “I’m…glad?”

  “You forget you were fucking me?”

  “No! A bit. I guess I just focused on taking you.”

  His hands closed around he
r ass, pulling her deeper onto him. “Take some more.”

  Nicole bounced a little harder, glad he couldn’t see her smile. She was having sex with Noah and he liked it. She found her rhythm, pressing forward and back and as she moved, a prickling heat spread through her lower body. “Oh my god.”

  “Yeah,” he said, gripping her ass. “Tell me.”

  “You’re so big.” It was such a cliché, but it was the truth, there was just more of him, so deep inside her it was like she’d never had sex before.

  “Yeah.” He pumped up into her, making her nerve endings burn and her fingers curl into fists. “Harder. Fuck yourself harder.”

  Oh, she liked that. She liked that she was fucking herself on him, the idea of using him the way a needy, horny girl used a toy. She moved faster, the prickling now a fire in her midsection.

  Noah tugged at her right nipple. “You missed getting fucked?”

  She nodded.

  “What was that?” Noah pulled her nipple harder, making her cry out.

  “Yes, I missed it.”

  “Of course you did.” He released her nipple, his fingertips trailing down her abdomen. He spread his palm across her lower belly, stroking his thumb across her clit. She jolted, missing a stroke with her hips.

  “Don’t like that?”

  She nodded. Then shook her head.

  He laughed. “You like it a bit too much, huh? I’ll keep it up then. Fuck me faster.”

  She tried, but her thigh twanged and she sank onto her knees. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

  Noah made a small noise of impatience and hoisted her off him as though she weighed nothing. He tossed her beside him on her stomach and the bed bounced as he got behind her. “Put a hand between your legs.”

  Nicole shoved her right palm between her thighs. She was so swollen, she could barely cup herself.

  Noah gripped her ass, hauling her backward. “Don’t just lie there, diddle your clit.”

  God he’s such an arsehole, Nicole thought. He’s an arsehole and the things he says are so gross and—

  She gave herself a tentative stroke and almost passed out from the sensation.

  “Exactly,” Noah snarled. “Now keep it up, fuck yourself.”

  “I can’t—ohhh!”

  His cock slid inside her, almost knocking her fingers out of the way. Noah grunted, gripping her hips as though they were handlebars. “Rub yourself off or I’ll stick it between your tits again.”

  Disgusting, she thought happily, playing with herself. So, so disgusting.

  She rubbed fast and light, trying not to overwhelm herself, but it was no use. It was so much deeper this way. So much harder and faster than she’d managed on her heels. He drove himself inside her, his balls slapping her rubbing hand, and the ugliness of it made her arousal surge like a forest fire.

  “Noah!”

  Noah’s hands were splayed wide on her hips, wrapping them, crushing them. “Yeah?”

  But she was saying his name just to say it, picturing how they looked together, him big and tattooed riding her body. It would look bad, like a wolf tearing apart a lamb.

  Noah sucked air through his teeth. “That’s it, clench that pussy.”

  Nicole pulled her inner muscles, trying to obey, but he was so deep inside her, pumping so hard, it was difficult to tell what was going on except she was getting hotter and wetter and it was almost painful to keep petting her clit.

  “Fuck, Nikki.”

  “Don’t call me that!”

  She was rewarded with a slap on her backside. “Shut the fuck up.”

  “And what if I don’t?”

  His movement slowed and she exhaled, dizzy at her own daring. What would he do next? Where would this go? Was she about to get choked or tied up or properly spanked?

  Bring it, a stranger’s voice thought. Show me how bad it gets.

  Noah bent forward, his sweaty body pressed along her spine. “You want it that way, huh?”

  “What way?”

  “You know.” His hand closed over her lower face and he shoved two fingers in her mouth. He thrust deep inside her, his hips banging into her ass and his fingers slid deeper, making her choke a little. He was everywhere, all over her, sweating and grinding and pushing himself inside her. She gagged, arching her back and pumping her hips.

  “Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Keep touching yourself, slut.”

  Nicole’s head was thrumming. She rubbed her clit, feeling him at both ends. Her moan came out as a pathetic gargle.

  “That’s it,” Noah crooned. “Come like the filth you are.”

  And she did. As he said those horrible things, her fingers pressed hard on her clit and she throbbed, vibrating with pleasure that went up and up and out.

  “Nghhhh,” she moaned around his fingers. “Plggghs?”

  She was begging, though for what, she didn’t know. Her orgasm was throbbing in bright white rings, but she needed something else. Something more.

  “Easy.” Noah’s hard belly lifted off her as he knelt upright. His hands closed around her hips and he fucked into her, so hard it was like he was trying to ruin her. He was silent, his breathing in slow bursts. He muttered something she couldn’t hear.

  “Wh-what?” she asked as he drove deep inside her. But he only groaned, he was lost in his own world now and she had the sense she was outside him. Experiencing, not participating. She closed her eyes, wanting to stay in the moment, to not take his distraction so personally.

  Noah bucked, once, twice and then he held himself inside her. He made a low, guttural sound as though he was furious. “Jesus Christ.”

  Nicole rubbed her face into his sheets, a little stunned it was all over. He was still stuck inside her. Should she say something? Aaron used to just pull out and head for the bathroom. This was uncharted territory.

  “You okay?” Noah’s voice was different, deeper, lazier. He sounded like a ten-day pleasure cruise.

  She smiled. “Yes, are you?”

  “Great.” He patted her ass and withdrew. She collapsed onto the mattress, and heard him get heavily to his feet. It was over, they were done.

  “You want water?” he called.

  “No thank you.”

  Noah padded to the door, opened it and left without another word.

  Nicole wrapped her arms around herself, hating the fact she wished he’d held her. She’d just had filthy, horrible, wonderful sex. Why did it have to mean more than that? Why couldn’t it just be what it was?

  She lay there listening, wondering what he was doing. Peeing? Ditching the condom? She sat up, wondering if she should try to find the light and get dressed or stay and make small talk. God, this was all so awkward, how did her sisters do this? How did anyone do this?

  Her mind slid to Aaron, how he’d feel if he knew what she’d done. He’d despise her. She could almost see his brow furrowing in disgust. ‘Is that what it takes? A bikie choking you while he calls you every name under the sun?’

  She felt a shallow pang of shame, but it was swallowed up by a wave of vindication.

  Screw you, Aaron, she thought giddily. It was good. I came. And I am sexy.

  Noah’s bedroom door banged open. Nicole pulled her hands from her eyes and saw her new lover in black briefs. Silhouetted by the light of the doorway, he looked superhero-eqsue.

  “You good?” he asked, holding out a glass of water.

  “Yes,” she said, accepting the glass. The cold water unstuck her throat and she felt a little less rattled, though she wished she was wearing more clothes. “Thanks.”

  Noah sat beside her, flicking on a beside lamp. Nicole blinked and turned to look at Noah. When she saw him, she did a double take. She’d felt his whole body—its warmth, its hardness, its heft, but she hadn’t seen his bare skin beyond his arms. It was a little overwhelming. He was covered in bright, gorgeous tattoos and he was cut. That was the only word she could think of. His body was all heavy muscle and bone. He looked like the cover of a men’s health magazin
e.

  “Something wrong?” Noah asked, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

  “Do you work out?”

  He grinned. “Yeah.”

  “At the gym?”

  He shook his head. “I do weights here. And I run.”

  “Really?” She knew she sounded silly, but it was just too strange to imagine Noah jogging through the Brunswick reserve like her and Sam. “Do you run after work?”

  “At night mostly. You do yoga, yeah?”

  “Sometimes. I should do it more.” She examined the tattoo on Noah’s lower belly—a huge brown and gold eagle flying toward a bound man, its razor claws extended. The man looked grim, his muscled body heavily scarred. With a jolt, she realised it was her dad’s work—familiar as the Old McDonald song.

  “Prometheus,” she said, and touched Noah’s stomach. His skin was warm and tense, like a muscly hot water bottle. He flinched and she pulled away. “God, I’m sorry. That’s so rude.”

  Noah clasped her hand and returned it to his skin. Electricity coursed up her fingers and when she looked at him, her breath caught in her throat. It was so strange, those pretty eyes in that uncompromising face. And now she and Noah had slept together. Been inside each other. She felt naked, more naked than her bare skin suggested. Unable to hold his gaze, she looked at the eagle tattoo. “My dad did this?”

  “Yeah.”

  She traced the eagle with a fingertip, wondering what they’d talked about while her dad tattooed. Art? Music? Her sisters? Her? God, she hoped not. There was a curling banner beside the eagle. She moved her head, trying to read the words.

  “Sic Semper Tyrranis,” Noah said.

  “What does it mean?”

  He hesitated, and Nicole realised, with a throb of horror, it could be some bikie motto. “Never mind, you don’t have to tell me.”

  “Thus always to tyrants.”

  “Huh?”

  “That’s what it means.”

  “And is that…meaningful to you?”

  “It’s a long story.”

  Nicole had no idea what to say to that and it was clear Noah didn’t want to elaborate. The silence grew between them like moss and she needed to say something to break it. She looked around and her gaze fell on the stack of fantasy novels beside his bed, their covers black and silver, crimson and eggplant purple. “Why do you like fantasy novels?”