Dark Ink Tattoo: Episode 2 (2 page)

I kissed him hard, then pulled back again, both our cocks were hard between us, and seeing his – I reached down inside his shorts and glided my hand over his cock’s silky surface, watched him shudder and heard him purr.

“I love your cock,” I whispered, as I pressed him against the high back of his boyfriend’s designer sofa.

“Jack,” he whispered back, his breath warm against my ear, my name an invitation.

I let go of his cock and spun him, then pulled him back against me, so he was trapped, both of us staring through immense windows at the moonlit desert night.

“Nothing out there is as beautiful as you.” I licked up from his shoulder to his ear, and he reached up to claw his hand through my hair. I waited for a moment, relaxing into the feel of his back against my chest, the way our bodies were perfectly aligned, the scent of his sweat mixed with mine. I kissed his neck again, then his shoulders, slowly kneading his broad back down to his ass until I pressed my thumb against his tight asshole and rubbed it there, making him moan.

“You want me in you?” I said, running my other hand up his muscled back. I replaced my thumb with the head of my hard cock, using my hand to rock it over him.

In short answer, he spread his legs and pressed his hips back. I spit into my hand and slicked it over my head and shaft – and in long answer, as I put the head of my cock against him again, he whispered, “Yesssssssss.”

Despite the urgency of earlier, I went slow now. I leaned back and watched myself enter him, bit by bit, feeling his ass envelope me one millimeter at a time. He tried to push back harder, but I stopped him with my hands. “Patience,” I warned, as he moaned in disappointment.

It felt like I was diving into a pool of velvet, cock-first. As badly as I wanted to fuck him – and I did – I wanted this slow sensation more, of pushing myself into him, feeling him slowly take me, stretching to let me enter him. I knew the rewards I would reap if I took my time, and him too, no one I had ever bled kindly had gone unsatisfied. I brought my hands up, around his neck for a moment, then down his shoulders and back, to his waist, and then up again, as my cock pushed further into his ass, until we were hip to hip and close enough to dance. His hips rocked against mine, unable to wait, and one of my hands found his waist, the other, one of his shoulders, and pulled him back into me.

“Goddamn, Jack,” Paco groaned, feeling me swell inside him, his ass stretched at my cock’s widest point. I pulled out fractionally, then pushed back in, the motion I’d made taking him in reverse.

“Jack –“ Paco gasped after a few short strokes, “I need more.”

“Good,” I growled, and gave it to him.

I pushed him down and over the sofa’s far side, clawing my nails down his back, and started fucking him in earnest, pulling my thick cock out of his ass and then pushing it in again, each of my strokes answered with moans. He pressed himself up and straddled his legs wider, trying to take more of me, while my cock pulsed in him, hard and straight. I’d needed this again – almost as much as I needed blood – this was the only time I felt alive – I pulled myself all the way out of him, as he groaned, and slapped his ass hard once, before picking him up and tossing him over the back of the couch to bounce back-down on the other side.

“Jack!” he protested.

“What?” I said, coming around from the left. I clambered over the arm rest and shoved foolish cushions out of my path, crawling towards him with my cock slung low. I grabbed his knees, pushed them out and open, and pushed myself back in his ass. He growled and I moaned and then we moved as one.

We’d been together too often not to have a rhythm, and now we found it, all over again, my cock deep in him and my balls slapping against his ass with each stroke, him raising his hips high each time to let me in. His hands reached in to pull at his own hard cock but I pushed them away and spit into mine again to lubricate it – I wanted to feel him fully, inside and out, and started to slow my thrusts to give his own hard cock time.

I heard his breath hitch and felt him tense, saw him starting to writhe – his thrusts were shorter now, more desperate, and I knew he was gritting his teeth to stop from begging me for release.

“Just say it, Paco.”

He looked up at me, a lock of sweaty hair over one eye. “Never.”

“Fine then, I’ll just fuck it out of you.” I started moving all of my body in concert, bracing myself over him with one hand, my own sweat dripping onto him, his legs on my shoulders, him curled beneath me as I thrust harder into him, me stroking his cock with an expert hand. I’d stopped searching for my own release and segued into wanting to play him to find his – he was so close to breaking, and he was so beautiful when he did –

His whole body tightened, stiff as a board, his ass clenching my cock hot and hard as his own cock ramrodded through my hand, and then he shouted, almost a scream, as I felt his ass pulse around me and my hand fill with his warm seed.

I kept fucking him then, through the best of it, and then more gently, to land him safely on the other side, both of us collapsed on his couch.

“You didn’t – “ he complained, as my cock slid out of him, still hard.

“I will,” I said, pushing his damp hair back, laying down on the wide couch beside him. I brought up my free hand and licked his cum off it.

After all, life was life.

When he’d caught his breath again he rose up on one elbow, facing me, stroking a line up and down my chest to my stomach. My erection sank and subsided, leaving me with a panging ache. “So what’s going on?”

“Can’t a guy just need some blood some times?”

He smiled down at me, then leaned in for a fast kiss. “Not when that guy’s you.”

I stared up at the tastefully vaulted ceiling overhead. “A friend of mine got into some trouble. And died. Because of me.” I told him all about Bella, how we’d fucked and then she’d wanted me to spend the night to protect her. He groaned at that, knowing who I was – and groaned even more once I told him she’d been murdered after I’d gone.

He stopped petting me. “You know that’s not your fault, Jack, right?”

“It sure as hell feels like it.”

“You couldn’t have stayed.”

“I know. But – I still feel responsible.” I twisted my head to face his. “And I’m still going to punish whoever did it. As soon as I find out who they are.”

Paco’s dark eyes searched mine, and his hand on me started up again, stroking lower and lower. “And here I was, hoping you’d spend the night.”

“Sorry to disappoint you. Again.”

“Jack, you’re a hell of a lot of things. But you’ve never been a disappointment.” And his hand reached down to ring my soft cock and I gasped gently. Then he leaned over and kissed me, first my eyes, then my nearest cheekbone, and licked my lips to let his tongue inside. My lips parted just as my cock stirred – his fingertips were stroking the edge around my head, feeling me, exploring me, just as he stopped kissing my mouth and started working his way down my neck. 

It was my turn to whisper his name. “Paco –“ Why hadn’t I come inside him? He’d wanted me too – I’d wanted me too. I hadn’t even bitten him yet and – his hips rocked against mine as his hand around my cock pulled it firmly – possessively – and that was it. I’d already lost one person close to me – in the cat-like way of closeness I allowed myself, now that I was
this
. If I was, as Bella had so often claimed, bad luck, I couldn’t stand it if anything of me harmed Paco.

His mouth was at my collarbone, kissing me where I wanted to bite him. “Paco,” I warned again.

“Shut up, Jack,” he murmured from against me. “I know you.” His moving hand sank to stroke my balls and rub the soft spot between my ballsack and my asshole – and the
hunger
rose in me and -- I twisted toward him, bringing his face up to mine with both hands to kiss hard. He purred as my body pressed against him, as my cock rose up between us like a cobra. I pushed it down as I lowered myself, my skin sliding on his still slick with sweat, needing to angle myself into him again. I grabbed his top leg and pulled it high over my hips, then cupped his ass as he thrust toward me and my cock sank into velvet again.

He moaned as I pushed in, and my cock felt like it was home. “God, Paco –“

“I know,” he said, rocking off and on.

It was impossible not to look at him this way, to see the earnest intensity of his eyes, how much he trusted me, how much he knew I’d always make him feel good – even if it hurt a little bit along the way. I kissed him then, under his jaw, against his chest, anywhere I could taste him, I craved it almost as much as I craved blood –

But not quite.

The
hunger
-- I could feel my own blood rushing inside my veins, as much as I could feel his, it was like our hearts were timed, counting the same beats as my cock fucked his ass – my fangs descended and I panted, “I’m gonna –“

“Do it,” he said – and I did.

On an upward thrust, as I was claiming his ass again, I bit down. There was an art to it, I didn’t want to damage him, I only wanted him open – as open to my mouth as his ass was to my cock. I bit down, then latched on, clutching him bodily, feeling him spasm with the pain even as he knew it was coming, then the taste of his hot hot blood spilling into my mouth, so indescribably intense – my cock got so hard in him it felt like it might burst if I didn’t come right then and –

For a perfect moment we were like some holy circuit, me drinking life out of him while I pounded more life in, my cum shooting deep with each thrust and spasm – and I went somewhere else. That place you only reach at the peak of certain highs, when you feel invulnerable, when talking to god and flying seem possibly real, a sharp clarity on everything in life -- and then I sank back to Paco’s couch again, where his hands were clenched tight, one in my hair, the other on my ass, him grinding himself against me, until he moaned and spasmed around my softening cock. “Good,” I whispered, knowing he’d cum again -- I could smell its earthy scent and felt the heat of it between us as it tried to stick us together though our breaths fell out of sync.

I lifted my head up from his neck, my lips rimed with his blood. “Thanks.”

He looked down at me, his own eyes glazed. “You’re welcome,” he said, and I sank my head back down.

Chapter 3

I stalked back to my car in the parking lot. Something about being near Gray had pulled my wolf to the surface, and she was as pissed as I was – with me, for Rabbit’s sake? Or against me, for leaving Gray? She was such a separate thing from me, I never felt like I could control her, and I had no idea.

I sank into my beat up Honda four door and tried to push her down inside. Her being so close frightened me, which was why I kept a small bottle of colloidal silver and an eyedropper inside my glove box. I opened it up, stirred around inside for it, didn’t find it, tossed everything out, becoming frantic – it had to be here somewhere – I started looking underneath the passenger side seat, and then my own, and missed an officer walking up to me till he tapped on the driver side window.

“Ma’am, is everything okay?”

I startled, guilty only of looking guilty, like I was searching for drugs or a gun, and rolled down my old-fashioned window with the crank.

“What do you want?” my wolf growled at the man. And then, as if startled at the sound of her own voice, she left me. His eyes narrowed and I did the only thing I could think of to disarm him – I cried.

They were genuine tears. How naive had I been to think I’d fallen off Gray’s radar? And now he knew that Rabbit was his son. Moving might have saved us that – and all the decisions I did or didn’t make for the past seven years washed over me, wracking sobs from my chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, making an indeterminate gesture of apology between us before walking back the other way.

I kept crying until I couldn’t anymore, rolled up my window, and drove home.

* * *

This morning I’d managed to dodge my mother’s pointed stares as I got Rabbit out the door – I knew I wouldn’t be so lucky when I got back, and I was right, her scooter was stationed in the entry way, to catch me when I returned.

“Everything okay?” she asked, taking in my haggard look.

“Yeah.” I pulled off the sweat shirt – my mother had already seen, and disapproved of, all my tattoos. I had to pull myself together, flat iron my hair, and get some eyeliner on. If it were only me tattooing, freelancing like I used to, I wouldn’t care, but as a boss I had to project a certain amount of authority. Especially today – after the shop being vandalized last night – my people needed me to be strong.

My mother’s expression continued to be quizzical. “So – late night?”

I sighed. I hadn’t told her about Dark Ink’s window, I didn’t want her to worry, I’d made her worry enough already in her life. “Yeah.”

“Good late? Or bad late?” She looked me up and down.

“Good late. Kind of,” I said, dodging around her to jog upstairs and turn the flat iron on.

“What’s that mean?” she shouted up.

“It means I’m busy, mom,” I shouted back, pulling on dark jeans and a red scoop-neck T. I washed my face and smeared streaks of concealer under my tired eyes, I was gonna need it today. When I walked back down stairs looking pulled together her scooter hadn’t budged an inch, and now her arms were crossed. 

“I just want to know when we’re going to meet him is all.” 

“I don’t know,” I said, truthfully. “It hasn’t been the right time.” And it might never be the right time. I’d watched Mark drop fifty thousand dollars on a poker game the prior night – no matter how good in bed we were for each other, he was entirely out of my league. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t know anything about Gray….

“It’s just that I can see you talking yourself out of this one.”

“Mom,” I complained.

“No, you do this, Angie – you find a nice guy, decide he’s too nice for you, and then dump him.” Her words hurt like she was repeatedly running her scooter into my shin. “If I could afford to send you to some kind of counseling, I would.” She revved her scooter closer and reached up to pat my cheek softly. “You’re a good girl, Angela. You deserve some happiness.”