Tattoo Lust: A Tattoo Romance Collection

by Skyla Madi

  “Yeah?” He kept his back to me.

  “What are we going to do about the pictures?”

  “I’ll figure something out.”

  Chapter Eleven

  My frown deepened as I was pulled further and further away from sleep. I couldn’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing I remembered was watching Stephen as he worked at the desk. I sucked in a breath then shifted slightly. My eyes snapped open when the arm around my waist tightened, but it wasn’t what made me freeze.

  I could feel his erection pressing against my butt. I bit my lip and then moved my ass again. Stephen moaned against the back of my neck, which made my stomach tighten. He sounded so fucking sexy. I waited a few more seconds before slowly turning around. My eyes locked onto his face. He looked so different when he was sleeping—he looked relaxed. I moved the strands of hair away from his forehead then allowed my eyes to move lower. He was only dressed in a pair of silk boxers.

  I could see the perfection of his body clearly since the sheets were pooled at the end of the bed. The bulge in his boxers was clearly visible. Placing my hand on his chest, I slowly trailed it down to his six-pack. His body tensed, making me freeze.

  “What are you doing, baby?” he questioned huskily.

  My cheeks heated when he opened one eye. He stared at me for a few seconds before closing his eye again and turning onto his back. My hand was still on him, but it slipped lower when he moved. I paused, staring wide-eyed at my hand on the band of his boxers. Just a few inches lower and I would be touching his dick. Stephen placed his hand on mine, making my heart sink. For a second I thought he would push me away again, but he didn’t. He slowly slipped my hand lower until it rested on his hard-on. My eyes snapped up to his—he was watching me silently with lust-filled eyes.

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he whispered.

  “I want to.” No way in hell was I going to give up this opportunity to touch him.

  I licked my lips. I wasn’t sure how to proceed. He shifted on the bed before placing his hand on mine again. Slowly he spread my fingers so I was clutching his penis, then he moved my hand down and then up again. Stephen pulled his hand away and placed it on the bed. I continued to stroke him through his boxers. His breathing had sped up, but he made no move to pull away.

  I’d seen a penis before in my biology book. Those pictures didn’t really prepare me for the real thing. My movements grew a little more confident. I wanted to see him, so I tugged on the band of his boxers. Stephen raised his hips slightly as I pulled the piece of clothing down his legs. My mouth went dry.

  “Oh,” I whispered as I stared at his dick.

  He was huge—well, he was to me since this was the first erect penis I’d ever seen. The tip was glistening with pre-cum and the veins were clearly visible, but what caught my attention was the piercing. Yes, he had a silver piercing on the underside of his penis head.

  “It’s called a Prince Albert piercing,” Stephen muttered.

  I glanced up at him, then looked back down. Licking my lips, I moved closer so I had a better look at the piercing. Without thinking, I reached out to grip his dick. He sucked in a sharp breath, making my eyes snap up to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were slightly parted.

  “Did it hurt?” My attention was once again focused on the silver piercing.

  “No,” he said softly, “it didn’t hurt.”

  His voice sounded strange. I reached out with my other hand to touch the piercing. A gasp fell from my lips when his hips jerked upwards. The head of the penis was the most sensitive part of the organ. I leaned closer to lick the pre-cum from the tip. It didn’t taste so bad. I repeated the action, earning a low moan from him. Satisfaction filled me; he liked it.

  I decided to take it a step further. My lips closed over the head of his dick, and I sucked slightly before dipping my tongue into the tiny hole where the pre-cum escaped from. With my free hand I stroked the part that wasn’t in my mouth—like the book I read described. When Stephen let out a painful groan, I instantly pulled back.

  “I’m s-sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “Alia, look at me,” he said softly. I kept my eyes focused on his chest, but he forced me to look up at him. “You didn’t hurt me, baby.” His thumb stroked my bottom lip. “Your mouth feels really nice around my cock.”

  “Oh.” The word fell from my lips before I could stop it.

  He chuckled and then wrapped his hand behind the back of my neck to pull me up toward him. His lips softly brushed mine, making me whimper. I could feel his smile against my lips seconds before he deepened the kiss. He nibbled my bottom lip then sucked it into his mouth before soothing the pain with his tongue. My lips parted to allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth. I moaned, clutching his shoulder as heat pooled between my legs.

  One of his hands slowly slid up my back, causing the shirt to slide up as well. Stephen broke the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt over my head. I sucked in a sharp breath as my pebbled nipples brushed against his chest.

  “I really love these tits,” he muttered, and to prove his point, he cupped my breasts and squeezed them.

  Another moan fell from my lips when his thumbs brushed over my nipples. He leaned up and closed his lips over my left nipple. There was a jolt straight to my pussy when he sucked hard. Pulling back, his eyes caught mine as he did the same with its twin. My head dropped as I tried to suck air into my lungs. My body was hay-wired to his every touch. Stephen gripped my thigh then guided my leg over his body so I straddled him. With the position we were in, I had no doubt that he could feel my arousal on his stomach.

  “We need to get you on birth control,” he said. “We don’t need any accidental pregnancies.”

  I nodded. My brain was too focused on his lips trailing up my neck. His hands trailed up my legs and to my hips. Without warning, he raised me slightly and moved me back. A gasp fell from my lips when my pussy came into contact with his dick. My eyes snapped up to his in surprise.

  Stephen was watching me with hooded eyes. “I’ll make an appointment for Saturday in the town over.”

  “O-okay,” I breathed.

  “Move your hips, baby, back and forth.”

  My cheeks heated. I bit my lip and placed my hands on his shoulders. Our eyes locked as I slowly started moving my hips like he instructed. I shuddered as pleasure washed through me. Every time I would move forward, his piercing would hit my clit. I moaned. Fuck, I can’t wait to have him inside me. My movements started to speed up as I moved closer and closer to the edge. I was soaking him with my juices, but he didn’t seem to mind. Stephen was still watching me with hooded eyes. His breathing was just as harsh as mine. In the weeks we’d been together I’d never seen him have an orgasm. He never allowed me to give him one, but I wanted to. I had the sudden urge to make him feel as much pleasure as he made me feel.

  “Stephen?”

  “Mmm?” His eyes slowly moved to mine.

  “I want to give you an orgasm,” I breathed, slowing my movements.

  His lips twitched. “Just keep moving like you’re doing, baby.”

  My words were cut off when he pulled me down to press his lips against mine. His other hand gripped my hip as I started moving again. Stephen mimicked the motion of my body with his tongue against mine. I was getting closer and closer to the edge. With one last rub against my clit, my body exploded. I broke the kiss to let out a loud moan as my body shuddered. Stephen muttered something under his breath, and a second later I felt something warm against my stomach and breasts.

  My body slumped against his. I didn’t care much about the fact that my stomach was covered in his release. This was by far the best experience I’d had, but I was sure that the day we finally had sex would top this one. The high of the moment faded the longer we continued to lie in bed. Our bubble was broken by the reality of what we were about to face.

  “The whole town probably knows about us by now,
” I whispered. His hand stroking my back paused briefly.

  “Guess we’ll have to change the arrangement then,” he whispered in my ear. For a moment I thought I heard him wrong, but when I raised my head to look at him, he was smiling up at me. Stephen reached up to move some of my hair away from my face.

  “I don’t want your parents to think badly of you, and I definitely don’t want you to suffer through the verbal abuse again. So we’ll have to make some changes.”

  “Such as?”

  “I still stand by my words, Alia. I don’t want any feelings involved, but we can continue to do this without anyone getting suspensions. So if anyone asks, we’re dating.”

  “Why don’t you want any feelings involved?” I asked him softly.

  My heart sank when he pushed me from his body. I watched silently as he climbed off his bed and grabbed the top sheet. He wrapped it around his hips before turning to look at me.

  “With feelings comes pain, and I don’t want you to get hurt. This is strictly a business deal, and it will stay that way in private, but in public, we’ll act like a couple.”

  “Don’t you ever want to get married?” I whispered.

  Stephen paused, but I could see his body tensing. For a few seconds, only silence surrounded us. He slowly turned around to look at me. “I don’t want to get married, and I definitely don’t want kids. If you want to make this more than what we agreed upon, then I suggest we end this now.”

  “I don’t want to end it.”

  His face softened. “I don’t do relationships, Alia. I’ve learned from past experiences how badly it can end, and I don’t want to repeat that. You’re young and you’re beautiful, and one day you’re going to find your dream man. For as long as you’re waiting for that day to come, I’d be happy to teach you anything you want to know.” Stephen gave me a small smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

  I laid back and stared up at the white ceiling. His words made my chest tighten. What could’ve happened that made him like this? He didn’t want a wife or a family. I couldn’t possibly imagine my life like that. It would be so lonely to live like that.

  “Hey,” Stephen said as he entered the room again. “Get up and take a shower. Patrick will be here any minute, and I don’t want him to see us like this.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “He hit you out of anger?”

  I nodded as I took another sip of my coffee. Patrick and my sister sat across from me at the table in Stephen’s kitchen. They had arrived half an hour after I took a shower. Patrick looked extremely pissed while my sister had a poker face.

  “He wouldn’t do that,” she said softly. “Dad isn’t someone to let his anger get the best of him.”

  “So you’re saying I’m lying?”

  The look on her face answered my question. I shook my head in disbelief—my own sister thought of me as a liar. “Come on, Alia, I’m just saying, I’ve done worse shit than you and he never hit me in anger.”

  Pushing my chair back, I stood and walked out of the kitchen. I was halfway upstairs when a hand gripped my wrist. Through blurry eyes, I stared down at Stephen. He gave my wrist a gentle tug, which made me walk down the stairs until I stood in front of him.

  “No need for tears, baby,” he whispered.

  “Why is it always me?” I asked him softly. “I just want him to look at me like he does them. I want him to love me.”

  “He loves you, sweetheart,” Patrick said from our left. “He just has a different way of showing it to you.”

  A tear dropped down my cheek as I shook my head again. They could tell me that until they turned blue, I knew he didn’t love me like he loved them. If he loved me, then why did he hit me? Why did he say he wished my mom gave me to that bastard? My eyes fell on my sister, who stood in the doorway. She gave me a small smile—one I couldn’t return.

  “Come on, I made you something to eat,” Stephen said softly as he stepped back.

  “I’m not hungry.”

  “You didn’t eat anything yesterday, and I allowed that because you were in shock, but I’m not going to allow that now. You need to eat, Alia, either willingly or I’ll force you.”

  I swallowed but allowed him to lead me back into the kitchen to the table. Patrick and Taylor refused breakfast, but Stephen ate along with me. He kept the conversation up with my brother-in-law and sister. We were just starting to clean up when Stephen’s phone rang. I watched him silently as he picked it up. His face converted into one of anger as his body tensed. Our eyes locked and I could tell whatever that person was saying was something he didn’t like.

  “Thanks, Brian,” he muttered before hanging up. “The photos have been deleted from social media.”

  “That’s good,” Patrick said from his place at the table.

  Before anyone could say anything else, the doorbell rang. Stephen pursed his lips. With one last glance at me, he made his way toward the front door. I stepped closer in curiosity. The door was opened to reveal a man dressed in a police uniform. He was unfamiliar, but the man standing behind him wasn’t.

  “Mr. Daniels?” Stephen nodded. “May we come in?”

  “What’s this about?” he questioned.

  “It’s been brought to our attention that you’re having sexual relations with a minor,” the officer said, his eyes locked on me for a few seconds. “As you’re aware, we have to follow up on the complaints we receive.”

  Stephen stepped aside to allow them to enter. My father was glaring at me as he walked into the living room. Behind him, a female officer entered carrying a small black case.

  “My name is Jack Brian, and this is my partner, Lucy,” Jack introduced himself and the woman. “Since you’re an officer yourself, you know how this works.”

  Stephen nodded but said nothing. Sucking in a shaky breath, I stepped closer to stand beside him. Their eyes snapped over to me.

  “Alia? That is your name, right? You need to go with Lucy. She’ll explain everything to you.”

  “You can talk in the spare bedroom,” Stephen said softly.

  He glanced down at me briefly. He wanted them to stay out of his bedroom. I nodded then turned and led the way up the stairs toward the spare bedroom. Opening the door, I waited for her to enter before stepping in behind her. My palms were sweaty and my knees were shaky. What were they doing here?

  “Hello, Alia, my name is Lucy,” she said. “This is something we take very seriously. I’m going to ask you some questions and I need you to tell me the truth. You have nothing to be scared of.”

  “Right,” I muttered. “What is this about again?” I took a seat on the edge of the bed as I waited for her to continue. She walked over to me and took a seat beside me before placing the small bag on the floor.

  “We received a report that Mr. Daniels is having a sexual relationship with you. We take these cases really seriously—especially where minors are involved.”

  “Who reported it?”

  “We can’t tell you that,” she muttered. “Now, how long have you known Mr. Daniels?”

  “For about a month now.” I frowned at her. “What does this have to do with anything? Stephen and I are dating. We’ve been dating for the past few weeks. As far as I’m aware, it’s okay for couples to kiss each other.”

  “So you do admit that there is something physical between you?”

  “Physical.” I frowned at her. “He’s my boyfriend! We kiss and we hold hands. Is there something wrong with that?”

  “No, of course not.” She shook her head. “Have you and Mr. Daniels ever…touched each other?” I stared at her. “Has he ever touched you in any way that made you feel uncomfortable?”

  “No.”

  “Has he ever forced himself on you?”

  “No.”

  “Has he ever—”

  “No! Stephen is the perfect gentleman. He’s never touched me in a way that made me uncomfortable or forced me to do something I didn’t want to do. Is there anything else?” She opened
her mouth but slammed it shut again. After a few minutes, she picked up the bag and then stood. Without another word, she walked out of the room. I sat silently for a few more seconds before getting up and following her downstairs.

  “Thank you for your time,” Jack said from where he stood by the door, “and sorry for the inconvenience.” Lucy and Jack walked out the door, but my father stayed behind. He was glaring at Stephen.

  “I won’t let you get away with this,” he said angrily. “You will go to jail for laying your hands on my daughter!”

  I cried out when he suddenly gripped my arm tightly. He dragged me toward the door and out of the house without a backward glance. No one did anything to stop him—not even Stephen. He just stood there and watched my father push me into the back of his car.

  ***

  “Honey?” The soft knock on the door followed by my mother’s voice made me look up. “Can I come in?”

  “Yes.”

  My voice was hoarse from hours of crying. I watched my mother silently as she walked into my room and took a seat on the edge of the bed. For a few minutes, she stayed silent and just glanced around the room. My eyes darted past her when my father entered the room and closed the door behind him. He didn’t look angry anymore, but his body was tense and his face pale.

  “I’m sorry for hitting you,” he muttered.

  “Sorry isn’t going to make me forget or make the pain go away.”

  “No,” he breathed, “it won’t.”

  “Honey, we know that you’re stressed about school and stuff. We don’t want you to do something you might regret.”

  “Like what?” I glanced between them.

  “Like getting knocked up by that bastard.”

  “Michael!” My mom glared at him.

  “I’ve made a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow,” he said, ignoring her.

  “A doctor’s appointment? For what? I’m not sick.”

  “We want to make sure you didn’t lie to the officer, and he didn’t force himself on you, and you’re too afraid to say anything.” I stood from the bed then turned to glare at them.