Ink Wars, page 7
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Take it all. Every last fucking drop,” he groans.
I squeeze his balls and his explodes. His hot release runs down my throat and I continue to suck, taking everything he’s giving me.
When he’s finished, he pulls me off him and lifts me, crashing his lips to mine. He kisses me roughly as I wrap my legs around his waist. I moan as his tongue fucks mine, both of us tasting ourselves.
After a few minutes, he pulls away, sinking his fingers into my ass. “Fuck, what the hell are you doing to me, princess?” he whispers, searching my eyes.
I lean forward and suck on his neck, dragging my nails down his back. “I’m wondering the same,” I reply.
He doesn’t say anything else, just walks into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He lays me on the bed, keeping his eyes on me as he reaches into his nightstand to get a condom.
“I don’t know how it’s possible after that epic blow job, but I’m hard again.” He grabs his dick and strokes himself, staring into my eyes. “This is what you do me. This is why there’s so much fucking tension. I can’t think straight when I look at you because all I want to do is slide into your tight pussy and bring us both the release we need.”
I lick my lips and spread my legs, causing him to look down. “So do it, Corbin. What the hell are you waiting for?” I ask.
He rips open the condom and rolls it on quickly as he moves between my legs. Looking at him as his eyes move all over my body is incredibly hot.
He grabs onto me and pushes my legs back as he moves closer to me. His eyes are locked on where his dick is rubbing against my pussy.
“You’re fucking perfect. Your pussy is dripping wet, ready for me to finish what we started,” he says, keeping his eyes on my pussy.
There’s no warning as he slams into me, causing me to cry out in pain and pleasure. It doesn’t stop him though. He pounds into me hard and fast, digging his fingers into my thighs as he holds my legs back. I feel him deeper this way, so much deeper. His piercing is rubbing against me making me see stars.
“Oh God,” I moan, digging my nails into his forearms.
He drives into me so hard I feel like I’m going to break in half, but it feels so good my moans are continuous and uncontrollable.
He leans forward, holding my legs back with his body as he pinches my nipples. My back arches off the bed and he groans pinching them harder as he rolls them between his fingers.
“Corbin, fuck,” I shout.
“You like that, don’t you? The shock that goes right down to your pussy as my dick fills you completely,” he growls.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I yell, digging my nails into him harder.
He hisses, moving one hand between us. He pinches my clit and my nipples, and I cry out. “You trying to mark me, princess? You want everyone to know my mouth was on you, my dick was in your mouth, and your greedy pussy couldn’t get enough?”
His dirty words just make this so much more, bringing my release to the surface. “Oh fuck I’m so close, don’t stop,” I cry.
“Give me your orgasm. Let it rip mine from me,” he groans, rubbing my clit.
I have no control over my body as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced tears through me.
“Corbin,” I shout as my back arches off the bed and my nails sink deeper into his skin.
“Fucking beautiful,” he softly moans.
My release is still causing me to shake as he cries out, “Leah.”
My eyes snap open and lock with his. He said my name. It’s the first time he’s ever said it. We share a moment so intense it has me wondering if I’ll be able to walk away unscathed.
Chapter 8
Corbin
* * *
It’s been a few days since Leah and I first fucked away the tension. It’s definitely helped, but now my thoughts are consumed by thinking about the next time we’re going to fuck. I’ve been trying to keep my thoughts occupied with the tattoos I’m doing and the design I’m working on with Leah, but none of it is helping.
“Hey, let’s hit the club tonight,” Waylen suggests.
I finish sanitizing my tattoo gun and pull off my gloves, tossing them in the trash. “I should work on my design,” I say, walking to the door to lock up.
“Come on. We haven’t been out in a while. You need a night to relax and I bet your creative juices get flowing,” he says, grinning.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Harry says, leaning against the receptionist's desk with crossed arms.
They’re right. I could use a night out. Get my mind off Leah and this design.
I wouldn’t even say we are fuck buddies because we’re barely friends. It’s more like we’re using each other to fuck away the tension we cause.
Going out is definitely needed at this point.
“Let me make a quick call and we’ll head out,” I say, walking past them.
“Fuck yeah,” Waylen says.
I close myself in my office and pull up Leah’s number. She answers on the third ring and I scrub my face hating that I counted the fucking rings.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” she asks, giggling.
I sigh frustrated with myself that just hearing her voice has my cock hard.
“Let’s take a night off working on the design. We could both use the break,” I say, dragging my hand down my face.
“Works for me,” she says and I can hear the damn smile in her voice.
I shouldn’t give a shit why she’s so fast to dismiss our plans, but this feeling of fire beginning in the pit of my stomach makes me squeeze my hand into fits.
“Cool, I guess I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” I say, hanging up.
I don’t even want to hear her reply. I’m pissed and I don’t even know why.
“Come on, man,” Waylen says, banging on the door.
I blow out a breath and open the door. “Let’s go.”
We’ve been at the club for almost two hours. I’ve watched Waylen hit on countless chicks and seen him rejected just as many times. There are only so many times I can tell him to stop coming on so strong. He obviously doesn’t want to listen.
Harry has been sitting by me most of the night, taking bets on which poor unsuspecting girl is next.
“Christ, look at him grinding on that poor girl,” Harry says, laughing as he takes a sip of his beer.
“He’s lucky he hasn’t been kicked in the nuts,” I say, shaking my head.
He looks at me and lifts an eyebrow. I dip mine, looking at him with confusion.
“Why aren’t you out there?” he asks.
I lift my shoulder, finishing off my beer. “No reason, why?”
He orders two more beers before focusing his attention on me. “I’m usually sitting here by myself while you and Waylen try scoring. What’s the difference tonight?”
I look out at the crowd and think about what he just said. It hadn’t dawned on me but he’s right. I am usually out there dancing and having a good time. Turning my head back toward him I lie.
“My focus is on this design. I don’t need the distractions,” I say, taking the beer the bartender hands me.
He laughs, tipping his beer toward me. “The design or Leah?”
The fire in the pit of my stomach I felt earlier has just intensified as the night has gone on. My fucking mind won’t stop drifting to thoughts of what she’s doing or worse who she’s doing. But I’ll never let Harry know that.
“The design. I don’t give a shit what Leah is up to. This opportunity is something that won’t be given to me twice. Nothing is more important than that,” I say.
It’s not a complete lie. There is nothing more important than this design, but my thoughts definitely aren’t on that.
He nods, sipping his beer as he looks out into the massive crowd. “So, it wouldn’t bother you if she was out drinking and letting guys grind on her?”
I clench my teeth, swallowing the anger that is trying to claw its way out. The thought of another man touching her makes me feel feral. It makes me want to rip his beating heart out of his chest. My hands should be the only ones that know how silky soft her skin is. My lips should be the only ones to know her taste. My cock should be the only one bringing her pleasure.
I toss back half my beer trying to calm my racing pulse. The thoughts making me shake with anger.
“Leah can do whatever the fuck she wants,” I lie, again.
“You really need to just fuck her already, Corbin. The tension is rolling off of you in waves,” he says, grinning.
I shake my head as I look out into the crowd. If he only knew I’ve already tried fucking the tension away but it just keeps coming back. The truth is, it’s worse now than it ever was and I don’t understand why.
I’m not sure I even want to try to understand.
“Fucking her won’t solve anything. I think the hatred is too deep at this point,” I say, absentmindedly.
He grabs my shoulder and my attention. “Or maybe the hatred is something else,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m buzzed, Harry. I don’t feel like trying to decipher what you’re trying to say.”
He chuckles and lets go of my shoulder. “You always say you hate her, but she still gets under your skin like no one else I’ve ever seen. You get wound up just talking about her. Maybe what you perceive as hate is actually want. Could it be remotely possible that over the years you’ve just let yourself believe you hate her because you want her so badly?”
I shake my head and turn to rest my arms on the bar. “I don’t think it’s much of a secret that she’s fucking gorgeous. I think any guy would say he’d want to fuck her.”
“Fuck her, yeah. But maybe you want something more?” he says.
I snap my head toward him as I frown. “Absolutely not. I know I’ve said I wouldn’t mind being with someone, but Leah is not that someone. Too much bad history there.”
He’s right I do want her, but not in the way he’s thinking. I want her under me while I listen to her scream my name. I want her nails digging into my back while I pound her tight pussy. I want her soft lips wrapped around my cock while I fuck her hot mouth.
I do want Leah, but just to fuck.
Definitely nothing more.
Chapter 9
Leah
* * *
“So how’s it going working with Corbin?” Fay asks.
As usual, we’re at our favorite bar and grill during our Sunday girl's day. I shrug and lean back in the booth. I don’t like lying to my friends but I’m definitely not about to tell them that Corbin and I are fucking as much as we’re working on the design.
I know when this is all over we will end up going our separate ways and I’m not going to listen to either of them tell me ‘I told you so’. I’ve resigned myself to believe that it is just incredible earth shattered sex with an asshole that will end as quickly as it began.
It’s really the only way for me to walk away intact.
As much as Corbin gets under my skin and comes off as a cocky prick - when we’re alone it’s different. That human side of him shows and I melt a little more each time.
He knows exactly what to say in that deep seductive voice of his. He knows all too well how to get my body burning with a need I’ve never felt before with a simple touch. Worst of all, he knows how to fuck like no one I’ve ever met before. His skilled hands, talented mouth, and expert pierced cock make it difficult to think of anything else but the next time he’ll give me sweet release.
I glance between Fay and Ayra, taking a sip of my beer. “It’s going fine. We’re making good progress on the design.”
“I knew you were the bigger person,” Fay says, smiling.
My brows dip as I look at her. “Meaning what?”
“That you would be able to work with him even though he’s such an asshole. You just need to get through this and you can go back to your normal hatred for each other.”
Ayra peeks at me before turning in the booth to face Fay. “How about saying something like maybe when this is all over you and Corbin can be friends. Isn’t that what the sweet girl that wants everyone to get alone should say?”
Fay crosses her arms and lifts an eyebrow. “For anyone else, I would say that, but we all know Corbin is the exception to every rule. He’s treated Leah horribly over the years. He’s tried to destroy her. He’s caused her unnecessary pain. I don’t hope for a friendship after this. I hope Leah gets the success she deserves and Corbin gets what is coming for him.”
I flinch at her words. Not because they aren’t true, but because they hurt to hear. Recently, I don’t view Corbin as that person anymore. I’m kinda offended listening to her say such awful things about him.
“That’s kinda fucked up, Fay. Corbin is working just as hard as I am. He deserves the success too,” I say, feeling the need to defend him.
She lifts a shoulder as she takes a sip of her wine. “Good things should only happen to good people.”
“Corbin isn’t bad,” I say, folding my arms.
Her lips turn down as she searches my face. “Are you seriously defending him?”
“He’s my partner right now. I’m not going to sit here and talk shit about the past when there is something so much bigger to focus on for the future. It can’t happen for me without him. Just like it can’t happen for him without me. When we’re together working, he’s human,” I say, smiling.
Ayra laughs, shaking her head. “Please tell me there’s a story here?”
“Like what?” Fay asks, looking between us.
“Like they fucked,” Ayra says, wigglings her eyebrows.
I laugh, but Fay groans.
“Sorry, no story for you,” I lie, shrugging.
It’s not a complete lie. There is a story, just not one I’m going to share with them. Being with Corbin on any level is something I want to keep to myself.
It’s safer that way.
It’s also so much more exciting.
I’m finishing up a tattoo for my last client as Corbin sits, impatiently waiting and watching.
“Almost done, Scott,” I say, adding the final details to a pinup girl on his arm.
“No rush. I kinda like having your hands on me,” he says, grinning.
Guys flirt endlessly with me while I tattoo them. I just laugh and brush it off. I’ve never slept with a client before and Scott will be no different. I mean he’s hot and has a body that I wouldn’t mind dragging my tongue across, but I won’t do that.
There’s something about taking their money for the tattoo that makes it feel too much like they paid for sex.
I hear Corbin make a noise and glance over at him. He’s staring at Scott like he’s going to attack. I lift an eyebrow and nod toward the waiting area.
“You can go wait over there. No one said you needed to sit here keeping me company,” I say cheerfully as I narrow my eyes at him.
Scott turns his attention away from staring down my shirt and looks at Corbin. “I got this bro, I don’t need a wingman.”
Corbin gives a hollow laugh as he crosses his muscular arms. “I’m not your fucking bro and definitely not your wingman. I’m here for Leah.”
Christ. He’s acting like a jealous boyfriend. “Alright, Scott, you’re finished. Take a look,” I say.
I hand him the mirror and smile before looking over at Corbin. I shake my head slightly, trying to tell him to stop. This is my business and I don’t need him scaring away my clientele.
“Damn, Leah. This is absolutely stunning,” Scott says, staring at the tattoo.
The compliment never gets old. I still feel the same pride and excitement I did when I first started.
“I’m glad you like it,” I say, taking the mirror away and rubbing the ointment on his fresh tattoo. “You know how to care for a tattoo, just remember no sun or pools.”
I pull off my gloves and toss them into the trash as he stands up. “You never disappoint, Leah. Thank you so much.” He wraps his large arms around me and gives me a very tight, very inappropriate hug. His hands move down toward my ass and I stiffen.
“You’re testing me, man,” Corbin growls.
Scott chuckles as he presses a kiss to my cheek and squeezes my ass. I’m ripped away from him so fast that I don’t even process what is happening until Scott is on his ass.
“You touch her again and I will fucking kill you. You got me?” Corbin hisses, staring down at him.
Scott is holding his mouth where Corbin punched him as he looks between the two of us.
“Fuck, are you two together?”
“No,” I say.
“Yes,” Corbin says.
I snap my head toward him, but he’s not looking at me. His total focus is on Scott.
“Get the fuck up, pay my girl, and leave because I’m done being nice,” Corbin says.
His girl? What the actual fuck?
In an effort to not make this any more uncomfortable, I ring up Scott and quickly apologize before he walks out the door.
I lock it behind him and spin around, marching over to Corbin. “Have you lost your damn mind?” I yell, poking his chest.
He scrubs his face and takes a step back from me.
“This is my shop. These are my clients. This is my reputation. You can’t come in here swinging your dick around!” I shout.
He grins, lifting an eyebrow. “Thinking about my dick, huh?”
I begin to shake with anger as I push on his solid chest. “This isn’t a joke, Corbin. You can’t punch my clients!”
The anger that used to greet me when I looked at him is staring back at me now and it pisses me off even more.
“You telling me that you let all your clients grab your ass?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
“No, of course not. If you would’ve just given me a second to handle the situation you would’ve seen that, but instead, you flew off the handle acting like a jealous boyfriend,” I say, throwing my hands in the air.
