Inked: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance (8 page)

F
uck
, I don’t think I’ve ever been nervous like this before. It’s stupid. It’s not like I’m some dumb kid trying to get laid for the first time. But that same anxiety is racing through my blood.

Maybe it’s the challenge? The fact that I don’t
know
this is going to end in a good fuck.

That’s gotta be why I’m so damn nervous. I wanna make sure I do this shit right so she’ll give me more. 'Cause I sure as fuck want it.

I did my homework. I’ve got a funny movie she’s gonna love, Deadpool. I heard the guy gets pegged though, not sure how I feel about that. And I picked out some flowers for my girl. She seems like a girl who’d like sunflowers.

Something about her tells me she’d like them more than other kinds of flowers.

I almost went traditional with a dozen red roses, but I think she’d like these better. I fucking hope she does.

I knock on the door and wait. I look down at the flowers. Shit, this is stupid.

I’ve never fucking bought flowers for a girl in my entire life.

I almost chuck them behind the bushes, but then the door opens.

My jaw drops slightly and my heartbeat slows.

She looks fucking gorgeous. She’s in a shift dress that fades from white to pink and ends mid-thigh. It’s not hugging her body, it’s loose. I could rip that up and off of her in a second flat. She’s teasing me by hiding her curves under that dress, but I already know how voluptuous she is.

My lips kick up into a smirk as I ask, “You get dressed up just for me, peaches?” I have to tease her. It wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t.

She looks like she’s going to say something smart, but then she sees the flowers. She blushes a bit and rocks back on her heels. “Did you really get me flowers?”

The way her voice softens and color rises into her cheeks, I think I struck something in her. A chink in her armor. Fuck yes, sunflowers are my new favorite flower. Not that I already had one to begin with. But if I can get her guard down with a bouquet, I’ll get one for her every day.

I hold them out for her to take and then lean in. My hands grip the door jamb and I take a peek inside.

“You letting me in?” I cock a brow and wait for my words to sink in.

Her smile falls comically and she rolls her eyes before turning her back to me and walking straight back toward the living room. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I take a step in and close the door behind me. Her place is the mirror opposite of mine.

Except it’s littered with Ikea furniture and girly shit.

“Hi Zane!” Katie bounds down the stairs with a bright smile on her face. “You’re looking scrumptious today,” she adds with a wink. This girl is ridiculous, but I love how Maddy whips around and gives her the evil eye. My girl’s a bit jealous. Usually that’s a turnoff, but on her, I fucking love it.

“Hey there, Katie,” I greet. My brow furrows as I watch her swing around the staircase and head in the wrong fucking direction. What’s this shit? She’s gotta get her ass upstairs or preferably out of the house. The only reason I even suggested we do this here is because I knew Maddy would flat-out say no to a movie date at my place.

I walk back to the living room and find Katie taking a seat on a slipper chair in the far corner and Maddy walking into the room with the sunflowers in a vase. She sets it down on the coffee table and completely ignores my look as she walks back to the kitchen.

The look that’s saying,
What the fuck is your roommate staying here for?
Katie pulls a throw blanket over her lap, completely ignoring me, too.

Maddy walks back in with two bowls of popcorn. They’ve got red and white stripes on them, obviously meant for movie dates. She hands one to Katie, who’s apparently in charge of the remotes.

I follow Maddy to the sofa, choosing my battles. Specifically, choosing not to make this a battle. She’s sitting under a blanket with a bowl of popcorn on her lap continuing to pretend she can’t feel my eyes boring into her skull.

“You’re gonna miss it if you don’t sit down.” Maddy doesn’t even make eye contact with me as she says it.

If that’s the way she wants to play it, fine by me. Katie’s in for a show then.

I toss Katie the movie, giving in to this little battle. “All yours,” I tell her.

She grins, loving that she gets to stay for this showdown. That girl is trouble and she fucking knows it.

I take my seat next to Maddy and spread my arms out over the back of the sofa. I don’t even mention the obvious.

A few minutes tick by of Maddy and Katie exchanging small talk as Katie fast forwards to the start of the movie. I just watch, letting them get comfortable. The two of them take covert glances at me occasionally. I keep a smile on my face so they know I’m fine with this.

Honestly, it’s fine with me. It’s not gonna be fine for Maddy in a minute. But for right now, it’s all good.

I try to look straight ahead and watch the movie. My peaches is leaning against the armrest, her feet are a few inches from me and she’s got the blanket over her lap.

I have to figure out a way to play my next move right.

I’m sure as shit not gonna be a good boy and stay seated during the movie and have her kick my ass out as soon as it’s over.

Fuck that! That’s not a date. And she promised me a date.

I pick her legs up and put them on my lap. I have to hold in a laugh as a piece of popcorn falls from her mouth and lands on the floor. I've obviously startled her. She looks back at me nervously, eyeing me up and down. I keep my hands on her calves and start giving her a massage. My thumb kneads into her muscles, not too deep. Just enough to give her a soothing touch.

I wait for her to say something. To tell me to stop, but she doesn’t.

Katie laughs at something we both missed. I look at the screen and a dude’s getting shot.

I look back at Katie, that fucking psycho. She’s cracking up.

I shake my head and grin. I look at Maddy and see she’s picking at the bits of popcorn left in her bowl.

I’m quick to take it out of her hands and lay it down on the floor. She doesn’t need another distraction. As I set it down I slide in behind her so my chest is to her back. She’s stiff at first, but she gives in to me.

Yes, good girl. Progress.

She clears her throat and tries to lean away from me slightly.

That’s fine, she can play like that.

I slip my hand under the covers and rest it on her thigh. I don’t squeeze, and it’s on her outer thigh and over her dress. As if it’s just a simple touch and there’s no intention of going further. Her breathing picks up, and she knows exactly what I’m doing.

She turns against me and opens that smart mouth of hers, but I cut her off before she says anything.

“Shh, the movie’s on.” I keep my eyes on the screen as Katie turns.

“Hush, Maddy.” I can’t help the rough chuckle and wide smile as Katie admonishes Maddy.

Maddy presses her lips into a tight line and backs her ass up hard into my dick.

Oh, damn. I bend over her body slightly and hold my breath for a second. “That was real fucking close, peaches,” I whisper in her ear.

She turns back to give me some of that lip, but Katie cuts her off.

“Guys!”

Maddy looks back at Katie likes she’s ready to snap. I fucking love this. It’s more entertaining than any movie I could’ve picked out.

I take advantage of the two of them engaging in a stareoff and slip my hand up Maddy’s dress.

Katie gets a sly look on her face and whips her head to the TV. I’m sure my girl gave it away. But I don’t give a fuck.

She arches her back as I move my hand to her pussy. The sight of her pushing her breasts out like that makes my dick even harder.

Her eyes go wide and I lean in close to her, resting my head just behind hers.

“Shh,” I tell her and plant a kiss on her neck.

Her breathing picks up, but she lets me. She looks back at me and bites her lip, but she doesn’t say anything.

Yes!

I tap her thighs, waiting to see if she’ll let me go farther, and she does. My girl must need this 'cause she’s not fighting me.

That sassy mouth of hers is closed, and her legs are spread just enough for me to get her off. I chuckle in the crook of her neck.

My stubborn peach is at least willing to put her guard down long enough to let me get her off. Maybe she’s thinking she’ll just get off and leave me hanging, and to be honest, I’m fine with that. For now.

Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing and she licks her lips as I slip my fingers past her panties and circle her clit. My dick is hard as steel as I feel how hot and wet she is. Damn, she’s good at putting on a front and denying herself what she wants.

I watch as her eyes go half-lidded and her lips part.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to bite that lip right now.

I circle her clit and nip her earlobe as she whimpers. “Quiet,” I whisper into her ear.

She tries to keep her expression neutral, but her eyes close as my fingers dip into her hot, wet cunt.

Fuck, she’s going to feel so fucking good on my dick. I pump my fingers in and out, stroking her G-spot and press my palm to her clit.

I’m so fucking hard, I’m leaking precum.

I gotta get her off and try to get Katie outta here, cause I
need
to be inside her.

I feel it the moment she cums. It’s fucking perfect.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers and her body trembles. She shoves her ass into my dick and I can’t help but to rock a bit into that thick ass so she knows how much I want her.

An explosion on screen muffles her small gasp. She throws her head back and I catch her lips with mine.

It’s fucking perfect.

And then I see Katie get up and tiptoe her way out of the room from the corner of my eye.

E
xplosions jolt my body
, and it’s hard not to cry out as I throw my head back. Zane’s thick fingers continue to assault me even as I spasm around his fingers and press my ass against his big dick. My breathing quickens, my vision blurs and the room spins as pleasure becomes my existence.

I don’t know how much time passes before I come back to earth, but when I do, Katie is mysteriously gone from the room and Zane is staring at me with a big satisfied grin on his face.

Wow. I can’t believe I just let him do that,
I think with shock, falling out of Zane’s lap and shuddering. But it felt good. Incredibly good. And I want more. But how could I let this happen in the first place?

It’s Katie's fault,
I blame.
She was supposed to keep this from happening.

I search for her in a panic and find she’s nowhere to be found. Shit! Did she see? Or did she leave before things got so heavy? Was it her way of giving Zane permission to have his way with me? I bet she fucking did. Whatever it was, she’s gonna pay dearly for her treachery.

Damn you, Katie!

I decide to take my anger out on Zane. “You asshole!” I snarl.

Zane looks bewildered. “Huh? Why are you mad at me, peaches? I was just trying to loosen you up.”

Oh, you loosened me up alright,
I think wryly, trying to keep my eyes level with his face. I’m painfully aware of the huge bulge in his pants and my juices all over his fingers.

“Our date is over.” I stab a finger at the door. “Leave. Now.” I’m not sure why I’m being this way. This man just gave me the best orgasm of my life and now I want him to get away from me before...

Zane doesn’t budge. “Come on. Our date can’t be over, especially after that.”

But
that
is the very reason our date should be over. Because I’m too fucking scared of what’s coming next.

“Oh yeah? What do you think we should do then?” I don’t give him a chance to answer and instead say accusingly, “I know exactly what you want to do.”

Zane stares at me with a hunger that is palpable. “I ain’t gonna lie, peaches. I want that sweet, tight pussy of yours cumming all over my dick. Right now.”

His words almost make me swoon. Seriously, the way he says things, he could open up his own phone sex line. And the bad thing about it is, I want exactly what he wants. Even though I just experienced an explosive orgasm, I’m ready for another one. So fucking ready.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continues. “You’re smart, sassy, sexy and very funny. And I haven’t ever met a girl like you, so how can you blame me?”

I stare at him, fighting my raging hormones, fighting my emotions. With each passing second, I’m losing the battle. After just cumming all over his hand, it’s hard to justify not giving in and letting him have his way with me. Fuck, I want him to use my body.

“Just give me one chance, peaches,” he reasons, his voice dipping even lower than I thought possible. “To cherish you, worship you, and... be inside of you.”

That’s it. I can’t take it. I want him to fuck me like he owns me. I want
him
.

I grab him by the hand and lead him upstairs. My heart pounds in my chest and my body heats with equal amounts of anxiety and desire. We fall back on my bed and he doesn’t waste a moment to kiss me passionately. His hands roam all over my body as our tongues do battle, and I moan with need. Maybe I knew this was going to happen. I couldn’t avoid it. He wants me, and he’s a man who always gets what he wants.

Before I know it, my dress is being ripped over my head and I find myself in just my bra and panties. Zane moves to remove my bra, but I stop him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Wait,” I gasp.

“What?” His eyes are burning with fiery intensity, his breathing ragged. He looks like a man that's run a mile and is thirsty as fuck.

I tremble beneath that hungry gaze. “I don’t know if we should do this.” How I’m still resisting right now, I have no idea.

Zane is having none of it, and begins undoing my bra, his eyes promising pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. “Come on peaches, let me show you what you’re missing.” He brings his lips forward and kisses me up my neck until he reaches my lips, which he devours, sucking and gently biting on them.

It’s over. I’m fucking done.

As he lays me back on the bed and begins to take off my last pieces of clothing, dismantling my resistance bit by bit, I finally surrender myself to him. And somewhere, through all the moaning, I hear him whisper in my ear, “And you’re going to fucking love it.”