Page 67 of Midnight Ink

He jerks me, kissing my head, my shaft, and down to my balls again before trying to bury his tongue between my cheeks, his greedy tongue trying to taste as much real estate as he can.

My back arches when he dives back onto me, sucking me with intention. My climax crawls up my spine. “Ian. Fuck, I’m gonna nut. Fuck, I’m—” I roll my hips and my arm comes over my mouth, muffling my moans. He sucks me harder.

“Yes. Yes I’m—holy shit, Ian. I’m gonna come, I can’t—” I come, fisting his hair and the sheets beside me. “Fuck.”

He drinks me down, moaning as my release hits his tongue. When he’s sucked me dry, he lets me slip from his lips before turning to me and crawling up my body. I wrap myself around him. My arms. One of my thighs over his hip and ass. “Aren’t you clingy.”

“Shh, good feelings only,” I laugh.

“Damn, you’re fucking adorable.” His lips land on my forehead.

“I can successfully sixty-nine. I just want you to know. That wasn’t my best work.”

He laughs harder. “You’ll have to prove me wrong. Though I’m not mad about the outcome.” His thumb wipes the corner of his lips then he sucks it into his mouth. “Fuck you taste good.” Then he gets up, straddling my hips and rubbing his erection against my sensitive cock. I hug him close to me as he ruts against my stomach.

“Fuck, Jules,” he groans, his face against my neck. “I think I can come like this.” With his chest against mine, his hips grind against me, his cock trapped between us. My fingers trail down his spine.

“Yeah?”

He nods.

“What if I—” My fingers slip between his crease. “Touch you here?”

“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing his hips back seeking more of my fingers.

“Yeah, like that?”

He ruts faster as I play with his hole. Slow circles around his rim.

“That’s it.” His moans make me shiver. Unashamed and needy, he’s grinding faster and rutting against my belly. I feel warmth pool between us with his deep groan. “Fuck.” He presses a kiss to my neck before flopping down next to me cocooned inside my arm. I roll to my side and grab him to me, holding him close. “Clingy,” he says.

I smile against his hair. “Very needy and touchy.”

His arm wraps around me, his fingers smoothing over my ass then squeezing it in his hand. “I like it.”

“Really?”

He nods.

I just hold him here, and I don’t want to get up to clean up. I just want to lie here with him. I want every day just like this. “Hey, Ian?”

“Huh?”

I press a kiss into his hair. “Today wasn’t terrible.”

He sighs then laughs. “Today was far from terrible.”

MADDOX

BEFORE

I wait for Ian to come to the door. I know he’s upset with me, and I hope I can make it up to him. I just can’t let him know why I’ve been gone so much. Yeah, he knows I’m working, but he doesn’t know my plan and why I’ve been working so hard lately. Finally the door swings open and he blinks at me. “Can I help you?”

“Ian—”

“How do you know my name?”

Oh, this asshole. “You’re being a dick.”