Tattoo Lust: A Tattoo Romance Collection

by Skyla Madi

  “Follow my lead, baby,” he whispered before smashing his lips on mine again. I reached out to grip his hips when he stepped closer.

  My legs were pushed further apart as Stephen wrapped an arm around my waist. He pressed my body against his as he deepened the kiss. My lips parted so his tongue could slip inside. He stroked my tongue slowly before exploring my mouth. I moaned, gripping his hips tighter as I pressed my chest against his. We were so caught up in the kiss that we didn’t hear the door open until it was too late.

  “You fucking bastard!” Stephen was ripped away from my body before I could react.

  With wide eyes I stared at Patrick, who was pressing Stephen against the wall with an arm pressed over his neck.

  “Patrick!” I struggled off the bed. My legs gave way beneath me, but before I could hit the ground, hands gripped my arms.

  I glanced up at him. Patrick was frowning down at me with disapproval. I licked my lips then gave him a smile. His frown deepened. Rolling his eyes, he guided me back to the bed before lifting me onto it. My eyes darted to Stephen. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes focused on Patrick’s arm. I followed his gaze to the dark tattoo on his wrist.

  “So,” Patrick muttered, “who’s going to fill me in on what I just walked into?”

  “He was taking my statement,” I muttered, trying to keep my face straight, but I knew my heated cheeks gave us away.

  Patrick scoffed. “Right. We’ll stick with your story. I’ll pretend I didn’t just walk in on two people who were about to fuck in a hospital room.” I groaned as I covered my face with my hands.

  “Why do you always have to be so embarrassing?”

  “Because I can.” He winked at me. “I’ll go see if you’re ready to go home.”

  My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door. With his hand on the handle and the door halfway open, he paused to glance back at us. A shiver raced down my spine when he gave Stephen the look.

  “You better keep it in your pants, copper. If I find out you’ve been sticking your dick in my little sister’s pussy, I’ll kill you.” Silence followed his departing words.

  The room felt stuffy, but I knew it was only because of my heated cheeks. Patrick was the most straightforward person I knew. He didn’t hesitate to speak what’s on his mind, and he just proved that. I risked a glance at Stephen. To my amusement, he was watching me with a smirk. His green eyes were shining in amusement.

  “Little sister?”

  “He’s my brother-in-law.”

  Nodding, he pushed away from the wall to walk closer to me. Like before, he pushed my legs apart to stand between them. I jumped when he placed his hands in my thighs. Our eyes locked as he slowly moved them higher. My breathing had sped up. The skin where he had touched me felt tingly. I closed my eyes when he captured my lips again. The kiss wasn’t as heated or as long as our first kiss.

  “Your lips are addictive, baby.”

  “Yours aren’t so bad either,” I whispered.

  Stephen chuckled. “Have you started on the list yet?” I nodded. “Good. We’re still on for Saturday, but before we do anything, you’re going to tell me about that text message.” My eyes widened. I had completely forgotten about it. My mind trailed back to the text message and the photo. I couldn’t suppress the shudder that went through my body. They had taken the photo without me realizing it. What if they’d been following me all this time? Stephen said that he had deleted the ad from the website. How did they get my number and my address?

  “Stephen—” The door was pushed open before I could continue. He quickly stepped away from me with a frown. Swallowing, I watched as Patrick entered the room again. He glanced between us before locking eyes with me.

  “You’re all clear. Let’s go. Your mother is worried sick.” He held open the door. “Couldn’t say that much about your father.” The words stung.

  Chapter Eight

  I wiped my sweaty palms over my shorts as the car turned off into his street. My heartbeat escalated when his house came into view. A few seconds later, we pulled up in front of it. I reached out to open the door but paused when Patrick placed his hands on my arm. Sucking in a breath, I glanced at him.

  “Does your father know about this?”

  “What do you think?” I muttered with a smirk.

  He rubbed a hand down his face before glancing at the house then back to me. “Look, you’re old enough to make your own choices, so I’m not going to interfere, but I need to know this. Is this what you really want?” I frowned at him, ready to question him, but he shook his head. “I was your age once, so I understand the urges and the curiosity that comes with it. I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

  “We’re not having sex,” I muttered, leaning back against the seat.

  “Not yet.” My cheeks heated. “I know what I walked in on, Alia, and I could see the attraction between the two of you. You’re inexperienced, but he’s not. Like I said, I’m not going to interfere, but if he does something that makes you scared, I want you to leave. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, and I don’t want that to happen to you. Promise me if things get out of hand and he scares you that you’ll end it.”

  I nodded as I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. My own father would never have said anything like this to me. He would never say anything, period! He was always busy looking for things to yell at me for. Like the accident. The moment he got home, he was in my face about it. Mom didn’t even stop him when he yelled at me. He didn’t even ask me if I was okay or if I needed anything.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  My eyes fell on him only for a second. If I looked at him any longer, then I would definitely burst into tears.

  “Do you want me to come pick you up?” I paused. “Just call me when you’re done. I told your mom we’d be working on the car.”

  A tear dripped down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. Giving him a small smile, I grabbed my bag before climbing out of the car. I was conscious of his eyes on me as I walked to the front door. The doorbell echoed around the house as I pressed the small button next to the door. My hands clutched the end of my shirt nervously when the door opened.

  “Hi,” I whispered, doing my best to avoid his eyes.

  “Hi,” he muttered. “He’s not going to come in here and skin me alive, is he?” My lips pulled up into a smile as I raised my head to look up at him. Stephen was watching me with unreadable eyes.

  “Not if you don’t give him any reason to.” His lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. Stephen stood aside for me to enter the house. I watched as he waved at Patrick before closing the front door. Our eyes locked when he turned around.

  “How’s your head?”

  “It’s fine. Don’t you have to work today?”

  “Not until two.” He stepped toward me. “I didn’t get a hello kiss.” Stephen turned his head and tapped his cheek with a finger.

  I blushed but leaned up on tiptoes to press my lips against his cheek. He turned his head at the last minute, which made my lips connect with his instead. An arm wrapped around my waist to press me against his body as he deepened the kiss. By the time he pulled away, I was clutching the material of his shirt tightly. He nibbled my lips before pulling back completely.

  “Would you like something to drink?” I shook my head.

  Stephen walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water. I was waiting for him to start asking about the message, but he didn’t. Instead, he took my hand and led me up the stairs. We turned left and then walked down a hall until we reached a door that stood open. The room was almost as big as the living room downstairs. Directly in front of me was a queen-size bed pushed up against the wall with black wood bedside tables on either side. Each table held a simple lamp. To the left was a small sitting area with a flat screen mounted on the wall. There was also a window seat at a large window, which gave a perfect view of the backyard. To the left
of the room was a door that led into a bathroom and another into a closet. The walls were painted white, and the furniture was in dark colors. There were no photos or anything personal about him in the room.

  “Did you make that list?” he asked softly.

  I turned to face him. He stood in front of a desk that was littered with papers. A computer took up the left side of it.

  “Yes,” I muttered. “I finished it last night.”

  “Good.”

  Without sparing me a glance, he made his way into the bathroom. I only had to wait a minute before he walked out again. Stephen carried a floor-length mirror that was just a few inches taller than him. He placed it in front of the bed before turning to me. I walked toward him with uncertain steps. His hands were placed on my shoulders to turn me around in front of him.

  “Tell me what you hate about yourself.”

  “I h-have big breasts.” I swallowed. My face heated when his eyes caught mine in the mirror. “M-my stomach isn’t f-flat or muscled. I h-have t-thick thighs and l-love handles.”

  “Is that all?” I nodded.

  “Now you’re going to listen to me.” His hands trailed down my arms. I gasped when he suddenly cupped my breasts. “These are perfect because they fit into my hands perfectly.” One hand slid over my stomach. “I love the curve of your stomach.” His hands gripped my hips. “And I love the fact that you have love handles. Then I don’t have to worry about breaking you when we have sex.”

  My breathing was starting to speed up as I imagined him gripping my hips while he pounded into me. Heat pooled between my legs. Without warning, Stephen cupped my sex. I sucked in a sharp breath as my eyes snapped to his. His free hand gently gripped mine and then guided it behind my back. My mouth fell open when he pressed my hand against the bulge in his pants.

  “This is from only looking at you,” he whispered in my ear. “You are absolutely fucking beautiful. You don’t need to have big tits or a flat stomach. You are fucking perfect just the way you are.” His hand pressed against my sex harder.

  One of his fingers was pressing directly over a spot that made pleasure flash through my body. I whimpered as my knees weakened. Stephen pulled back but only to sit on the edge of the bed. He gripped my wrist and gently tugged me toward him. Before I could react, I found myself straddling his lap. I gripped his shoulder to keep myself from falling backwards.

  “Have you ever masturbated before?” His question completely caught me off guard. It wasn’t something you just right out asked someone.

  “No,” I whispered, letting my eyes drop.

  “Good,” he muttered. “I’ll be the one to take your first orgasm.”

  His lips brushed mine, and then he was kissing me just like he did on Thursday at the hospital. Stephen gripped my hips to pull me closer as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I pulled back to suck in air. His eyes briefly caught mine before dropping. Then he leaned forward to brush his lips against my neck. My stomach tightened when he hit a spot that made my toes curl. I moaned, fisting his shirt again as he bit down before soothing the pain with his tongue. My breasts felt heavy, and there was a pulse beating between my legs. I was aching for him. The feeling was unfamiliar and slightly scary. Stephen gripped my ass, making another moan fall from my lips.

  “Take off your shirt, baby,” he whispered hoarsely.

  He didn’t wait for me to follow his instruction. His hands gripped the end of my shirt and raised it up. I raised my arms for him to slip the material over my head. Stephen dropped it onto the floor before wrapping an arm around my waist. He shifted our positions before I could say anything. I found myself lying on the bed with Stephen hovering over me.

  “Stephen?”

  “Take off your pants,” he ordered. “I want to see if your panties are as sexy as your bra.”

  My face was as red as a tomato. Without my mom realizing it, I had managed to sneak out of the house yesterday to go to the mall. Of course Kate had driven me there and had helped me to choose. We decided on a blood red lace push-up bra and matching panties. It felt strange at first, but after a while, I found that it was comfortable. I wanted to see his reaction. I wanted to know if he liked it or not. I hooked my thumbs in the band of my shorts before lifting my hips. The material easily slid down my legs. I kicked them off all the way before focusing my attention on his face. I pressed my thighs together when I found him staring. The look on his face was worth the embarrassment of buying the underwear.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “It’s even sexier than the bikini I got you.”

  “You got me a bikini?”

  “Yes.” He smirked at me. “We’re going swimming. The heat is fucking killing me.” Any other words I wanted to say were swallowed in a gasp when he leaned forward. His lips closed around my lace-covered erect nipple. My back arched when he suddenly started sucking. I gripped his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. A hand slipped between my legs, making another gasp fall from my lips.

  “You’re fucking soaking,” he whispered against my breasts. “Spread your legs, Alia.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I spread my legs wider apart. Stephen gripped my inner thigh and guided my left leg over his. Our lips smashed together with urgency. My hips were rising with the movement of his hand. One of his fingers was pushing the material of my panties between my lower lips. He broke the kiss to place kisses over my jaw to my ear, where he nibbled my earlobe. I moaned, tugging on his hair as he started sucking on a spot behind my ear. His lips trailed to my collarbone then to the curve of my breasts.

  “S-Stephen.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, please.”

  “I know,” he breathed, “I know.”

  He bit down, causing my body to jerk. The pain was soothed by his tongue before he started sucking on the spot he bit. I tensed when I felt my panties being pushed down slightly. He pulled back to look down at me. His green eyes were filled with heat. My body slowly relaxed back into the mattress. Raising my hips, I gave him the permission he wanted to slip my panties off. I was feeling self-conscious, but Stephen made me forget about it when his hands slipped between my legs again. He lightly brushed the dark blonde curls before cupping my sex.

  My mouth fell open in a silent moan when his finger brushed against my clit. It made my stomach tighten in pleasure. The finger dipped between my pussy lips before finding my clit again. I reached up to grip his wrist as he started circling the bud. He would speed up and then slow down when I was close to the edge. My muscles clenched. I wanted something inside me. I needed it. Stephen leaned up on his elbow. He pushed the leg that was over his a little higher up so my knee was bent. Then he finally slipped a thick finger inside me. He circled it around slowly again before moving it back and forth.

  My eyes fell closed. Words fell from my lips as pleasure shot through my body. He was sucking on my nipples as he entered another finger. His thumb pressed against my clit. I was thrusting my hips along with his movements. He was speeding up now. My stomach tightened.

  “Please. Please. Please.” He bit down on my nipple. “Ah!” I cried out.

  My body arched off the bed as an orgasm flashed through me. My legs slammed shut, trapping his hand between them. I was breathless as I fell back. A light sheen of sweat covered my body. My body was still jerking in pleasure, but I guessed that had something to do with his thumb still stroking my clit.

  Chapter Nine

  Things were going great.

  School was the same as it always was, but the work was starting to pile up now that the sport was over. I found myself unable to concentrate on some days. All I could think about was him and his hands and lips on my body. It was a regular thing for me to meet him on Saturdays. We spent most our time in his bedroom. Stephen had kissed every inch of my body, but I’d never even seen him completely naked. I was itching to touch him, but every time I would bring up the topic, he would distract me.

  Patrick hadn’t mentioned Stephen again, but I could tell that he was worried. As for my father—he s
eemed to be going out of his way to avoid me. My mom was her usual self, but she spent most of her days at the local hall with some new friends she made.

  Today was one of those days where I found it hard to concentrate. School ended about half an hour ago. I was lying on my bed with my homework scattered around me. My math book was open in front of me. I wrote out the next sum and then grabbed my calculator. As I was about to enter the equation, my phone vibrated. I paused, glancing at it, but chose to ignore it.

  Kate has been acting strange lately—very unusual. I caught her staring at me once during our class. The look in her eyes made me shiver—her eyes were cold and emotionless. Shaking my head, I concentrated on my homework. I slammed the book shut and pushed it aside before reaching for the next book. As soon as I opened it, the doorbell rang.

  I groaned but pushed myself up off the bed. It was when I reached the front door that I remembered what I was wearing. The fan in my room didn’t help much to cool me down, so I took off my shirt. I glanced down at myself. I’d seen a lot of girls at school walking around in their sports bras when they’re practicing. I was wearing a black sports bra with a pair of swim shorts. The doorbell rang again. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the door open. My breath caught in my throat when I looked up. “What are—?”

  My words got cut off when he stepped forward. Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. I gripped his shoulders as Stephen parted my lips with his. A moan slipped from my mouth into his as I felt his erection pressing into my stomach.