Page 76 of Midnight Ink

My thighs drop back wider. I need more of him. I want him so deep I can’t stand it.

He drops a kiss onto my lips, putting more of his body weight against me, and I hug him close as he fills me until his balls hit my ass. “You okay?” he whispers near my ear. All I can do is nod and hold him here with me. “Damn, Ian.”

When he moves, it’s a full-body rush. I feel it everywhere. It’s unlike anything. All the while he watches me, at first with tentative concern, then it breaks apart into hot need. “Come here, Jules.”

He leans down and I cling to him as he fucks me slowly. “This is insane.” He groans, pumping a few times, and my skin prickles with heat. It feels like I’m going to snap. It’s hot and sharp and feels so fucking good I can’t take it.

I let him fuck me like he needs to as I hold him to me, his warm skin, strong arms, and soft fucking lips sending me into orbit. All the while he pumps inside me with a rhythmic roll of his hips that hits every spot he needs to. He picks up speed, shaking in my arms. “Jules?”

He moans. “Yeah?”

“Here.” Confused at first, I push on his chest and guide him onto his back then straddle his waist. His eyes drag from my dripping head up my body. I don’t have many tattoos on my front, just my chest piece and the black dahlia flowers along my hip and ribs.

Jules gave them to me. They’re his favorite flowers. He has sunflowers on the same hip. It’s our best-friend tattoo. His thumb brushes over the ink he put there.

I reach behind him and groan as he slips back inside, and I settle my weight fully on his cock. “Fuck.” His fingers lace around my hips. I lean back, putting my hands on the top of his thighs, then I move.

“Oh yeah, holy shit.” This angle is the perfect path to my prostate. I roll my hips and drink in the hungry look in his eyes. “Jules, fuck you’re so, fuck, so fucking⁠—”

“You’re so fucking too, Ian.” He grins a little, but the humor dies with pleasure as I pick up speed, riding him hard and chasing this feeling climbing up my spine. His strong fingers lace around my cock, pumping me as I ride him.

“Jules—”

“Come on me, Ian. Ride my dick and come.” He drags his free hand down my stomach. “Fucking beautiful.” His fingers go back to my hips, his other hand pumping my cock. A shock of heat strikes me when he hits my prostate.

“So thick. Fuck. Holy fuck. I’m gonna come. Jules, I’m coming.” He adjusts, gripping my waist and fucking up into me hard and fast. I shout with the first drops as he fucks it out of me, and I squeeze his pecs as I make a mess on his chest.

“Fuck, Ian.” Warmth shoots inside me. His hips punch up. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“That’s it, Jules.”

He fucks me in hard snaps then slowly pumps inside, his fingers on my hips so hard I think they may bruise. I kind of hope they do. I want to see him on my skin tomorrow. He lifts up, crushing my body to his and burying his face in my neck, still slowly pumping inside me as he comes down.

Finally he pulls back. I loop my arms around his neck and kiss the corner of his mouth. A rush unlike anything hits me in the chest. “So good, Jules.” I kiss his cheek and wait for him to come down from wherever his head’s at.

He squeezes me tight and I feel him swallow.

“Thank you,” he whispers against my skin. I pull back a little to look at him. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

That . . . I don’t know, that hits me harder than anything else he’s said to me. “I feel great.” I smile, rubbing my thumb along his jaw. “Thank you.”

He’s still holding me here in his lap. I don’t want to move. I don’t want this warmth and fullness to stop. Logically, I know I’ll have to get up.

Julian lies back down on the bed and his soft cock slips out of me. I sigh, lying down next to him, my thigh across his hips and my arm across his chest while he holds me here tucked in his arms, his chest softly rising. I trace the tattoo on his left pec.

It’s a while until we move to shower, and when we’re settled back in bed, I fit myself back into his warm arms, thinking for the first time in so long that I’m exactly where I need to be.

MADDOX

BEFORE

“When you said you had a surprise, I was thinking more, ‘I found a stray cat’ or ‘I’m taking you to a topless bar.’ Not . . . this.”

“It’s our dream.”

Anna’s head slowly turns to me. “It’s a fucking nightmare, Madd.” Anna looks over the shop and yeah. Fine. It’s a shithole. A cheap shithole, but still a shithole.

And it’s my shithole.