by Mj Fields
“I want you inside me.” She rocks against my touch.
I release her tit and look at her. “I said one more nig—”
She pulls my cock from my shorts, stopping me from continuing, and rubs her thumb across my head. “Stop playing hard”—she squeezes my dick—“to get and fuck me.”
Before I verbally agree, she rubs my cock against her wet, hot opening. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”
My heart hammers in my chest, my balls catch fire, and I shove into her with the force of a man whose balls have been blue for two torturous nights. “I’m fucking clean.”
Her mouth is open, and she’s trying to suck in air.
“Fuck.” I pull out. “Sorry, sweet treat. I should have licked—”
She narrows her eyes. “Do it again.”
So, I do.
After a few hard, fast, and breathtaking strokes in her tight as fuck pussy, she begins to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck yes,” I groan before bowing my head and taking one of her tits in my mouth, sucking so hard that she cries out.
Her clenched pussy is getting wetter. She’s on the verge of coming.
Releasing her tit, I demand, “Fucking give it to me.” I slam into her. “Come all over my cock, sweets.” I slam in again.
Her head is almost against the headboard.
Slam.
“Feel so fucking good being inside you raw.”
Slam.
“Never gonna want it any other way.”
Slam.
Never gonna want any other pussy after this, I think.
Slam.
“Harder!” she cries.
Slam.
She digs her nails into my back. “Faster,” she begs.
Slam.
She slams her hands onto the mattress and grips the sheets, her back arching, and she cries out my name, my real name, “Carter! Oh God, yes!”
“Oh no, sweets.” I grip her hips and fuck her until she remembers. “What’s my name?”
“Oh God.” Her voice is gravely, throaty, sexy. Her thighs tremble.
“What’s my fucking name?” I slam into her harder, faster as my balls tighten, burn.
“Carter!” she cries. Her body tenses, she trembles, and then she cries out again. “Carter! Mine!”
“Well, fuck.” I sigh, balls deep inside her.
When she looks at me, there is obvious confusion, mixed with embarrassment.
“Don’t do that.” I give up the thought of filling her up and bend to kiss her.
“Sorry,” she mumbles against my lips, panting, still trembling.
“Don’t be sorry.” I say against hers. “Never sounded better.”
She grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “I like your name.”
“I like being yours.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Shut it, Isabella Steel. You and I know exactly what you meant.”
Her eyes search between mine, and fuck if she doesn’t look scared.
“I won’t hurt you, sweets.”
“I’m not worried about me; I’m worried about you.”
I laugh, but she looks dead fucking serious.
“I’m a big boy.” I slam into her as a reminder. “I know what I’m getting into.” I pull out slowly then slam in again.
“You have no—”
Slam.
“You worry about how sore you’ll be for the rest of the day while I think about filling your cunt with my cum.”
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she cries.
“Again, sweets?” I hiss.
“Shut up and fuck me.” She sinks her nails into my ass, and I commence to doing just that.
“My fucking pussy.”
Slam, slam, slam.
“Yours!” she cries. “Oh my God, it’s so yours!”
And I lose my shit, all up inside her.
Face down, buried in her hair, I feel undone in a way I’ve never fucking felt.
Have I lost it before? Yeah.
Like this? No fucking way.
“Tags?” she whispers.
“Yeah, sweets?” I whisper back.
“You’re hard again.”
I push up on my elbows and cup her face. “Your lucky morning.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
Slam.
I wake up to her head on my chest, her leg wrapped around me, the smell of sex, sweet fucking sex, around us, and my cock in her hand.
“Fuck yes,” I mumble and wrap my hand around hers.
“What? Huh? Is it the phone?” she whines.
I tighten my grip on our hands. “Yeah, and it’s for you.”
She blinks rapidly and opens her eyes.
I stroke my cock with her hand. “The bone phone.”
A laugh erupts from her. “What are you? Twelve?”
“It’s an important call, sweets.” I roll her to her back and hover over her. “You should definitely … take it.”
“I couldn’t take it again if you dumped a bucket of KY between my legs.”
Kissing her neck, I laugh.
With her hands on my shoulders, she sinks her nails into them as I kiss down between her breasts.
“Don’t you dare.” She pouts.
“Just a taste.”
“I have to go—oh …”
“Mmm …”
“Okay, okay, okay, that’s … that’s …” She fists my hair. “Right there.”
I can’t help laughing as she grinds against my face.
After a few licks, I ask, “How’d we get here from bone phone?”
“FaceTime,” she moans.
Or Bust…
Bella
Sitting across the hotel’s restaurant, a few minutes early for the production meeting, I watch the guys across the room. Specifically, I watch Carter and the relaxed way in which he sits, the easy smile, the way he interacts with the rest of them. All easy.
And to think I thought maybe I had daddy issues. He’s nothing like Dad, and I like it. I like it a lot.
He glances over at me and gives me one of those millisecond long winks that I know is just for me.
How the hell do I know it’s just for me? I scold myself. I’ve known him for all of ten freaking days.
Ten fucked-up days.
Ten.
Perfect ten.
Ten pierced inches of pleasure.
That tongue.
God.
That face.
Those lips.
The eyes.
The body.
The ink.
The fucking nose ring.
Him.
Ten.
The perfect ten.
A chair beside me slides out, and I look up. “Hey, Maxine.”
“Did you get enough rest?” She kisses my cheek.
Rest? I laugh to myself.
“Plenty,” I lie.
“That’s a good thing. We have a lot to get through the next two weeks. Mara said there wasn’t shit in the tapes from Miami.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Said it was all a waste,” David answers.
“Even Maze and Ranger’s work? I loved the interaction between them and the mother-daughter pair they worked on. It was—”
He interrupts, “She said—”
“Can I have a look?”
I feel Maxine kick me under the table.
“This is her deal. Her baby,” He states.
I bite back words that beg to be uttered: Her baby is almost four.
He continues, “She has a lot riding on this. She wants what’s best for the show.”
“But to totally ditch two weeks of work?”
“None of your concern.”
I look up as Mara sits down.
I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling her what I actually think about her. And only because her clueless father is sitting here. Otherwise, I could give a shit less about the woman
who ditched her kid and is holding Carter hostage.
“Vegas is a good place to kick this off. Bright lights, big city.”
If I didn’t hate her, I’d tell her that’s a great idea for the episode’s name, but change big to sin. Alas, I despise her, so she can suck my spirit dick.
“House of Ink is hosting still, correct?” David asks.
She nods. “We start tomorrow. Appointments are being taken for the couples.”
“Couples getting married?” I ask.
She looks over at me then away.
“At least twenty?” David asks.
“In the next two days.”
“You sure they can handle it?”
“They’re going to have to. They’re going to get two days after that before we hit Tattoo and Blues, then two days before we move to Ink Incorporated.”
“You sure they can handle it?” David asks again.
“They can or they can go,” she says flippantly.
“Three studios in twelve days.” I nod. “I think they can handle it. I remember—”
“Nobody cares about your roots, Barbie.” Mara sighs.
“Mara,” David warns, “we’re a team.”
“No, she’s a handler.”
I look at David. “It’s just fine with me. I get a producer credit on my resume.”
He nods.
“Teams, I think we should change them up,” David suggests.
“No,” Mara says. “I like where we left it in Miami.”
He looks around the table. “We all good with that?”
“I am, as long as we get a look at the footage and can cut our own scenes.”
“That’s not your call,” Mara snaps.
“I’m going to agree with her.” David finally blocks her unfair reign.
“Fine,” Mara snaps then waves over a waitress. “A bottle of—”
“How about some orange juice,” David says sternly.
She glares at him. “I had pill issues, not alcohol.”
“It’s one in the afternoon, Mara.”
I cut in, “What time do we meet in the morning?”
“Ten a.m.,” David answers. “The cars will be outside.”
“Perfect.”
“You look tired,” Maxine whispers.
I have no idea how David heard her, but he did. “I’m sure we’re all tired. Time change is never easy, even a couple hours. Feel free to order room service. I think we’ve covered everything here.”
“Excellent. Thanks so much.” I stand up, give Maxine a shoulder squeeze, and tell David, “Have a great night.”
I walk over to the table where the guys are sitting. “Maze, Ranger, Grimm, Axel, what do you guys say we have some fun?”
I feel piercing, hazel eyes on me.
“How about the rest of us?” Blade asks.
“You’re not mine. They are.” I look at Maze, who’s looking at Tags. “You wanna go see Vegas?”
“Yeah.” He grins. “Yeah, I do.”
“You haven’t eaten yet,” Tags says sternly then looks at me. “Have you?”
He knows I haven’t.
I shrug, “Not all that hungry.”
“You ever see Axel when he hasn’t eaten?”
I look at Axel; long, curly hair pulled up in a bun, dark green eyes.
“I tend to get a little hangry.”
Tags continues, “Grimm here needs to beef up. Ranger is an eating machine. You’ll spend more time searching for all-you-can-eat buffets than doing whatever it is you have planned. And Maze would follow a pretty woman around until his feet fell off, unless he could get into a car. And mind you, the fool doesn’t have his license.”
I look at Maze, who shrugs. “Beautiful women are my weakness.”
“The bigger, the better, huh, man?” Neo jokes.
“I’d rather have something to hold onto than a bag of bones.” He looks at Grimm. “No offense, man.”
“Wasn’t gonna fuck her, just needed to see her,” he sneers.
I’m not sure I even want to know what the hell that’s all about, but it gives me the creeps.
“We know, man.” Tags nods. “We know.”
Tags looks at me. “You could join us. Some of us might be on your team in the future. We may be worth getting to know, too.”
“How hard are you right now?” Neo asks him.
Tags looks over at him. “You wanna come over here and give it a squeeze?”
“Pretty boys, always coming out of the closet around me.” Neo laughs.
Like the winks I get, I swear I see him smirk at Neo, and then it’s gone.
“You gay, man?” Axel asks.
“If by gay, you mean happy, then yeah, I’m gay as fuck.” Tags winks at him, and not the kind of wink he gives me.
He looks up at me. “So, what do you say, Isabella? Sit with us?”
“If my guys are staying, so am I.”
I glance over and see Mara glaring at me. Then I look back and smile inwardly when I see the seat next to Neo is open.
When I sit by him, he laughs. “Was it something I said?”
“Are you talking about the pig statement you made to me in Miami or the fact you basically admitted you have a crush on Tags?”
The table erupts in laughter.
He narrows his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry, Neo; I see you.”
“Again, what the fuck are you talking about?” He shakes his head.
“No judgment, Neo, none. We can be friends now that I know you’re not interested in my kind.”
“I’ve been fucking Mara since Miami,” he says loud enough to ensure the table heard it.
“Like I said …” I shrug.
Everyone laughs, and Tags looks down. I don’t know why that bothers me, but it does.
Annoyed, I add, “You may want to step up the pace, wear her out, or at least get her off. She may be less bitchy.”
Neo smirks. “You giving me advice on how to fuck?”
“I’m just asking you to do us all a favor. No one in this entire restaurant’s attitude screams I need to come like that one.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out.
Tags: Kill the conversation or she won’t be the only one not coming. ~ Tags
“Who’s that?” Neo tries to look at my phone.
“Apparently, my father,” I say, shoving it back in my pocket.
It vibrates again.
I ignore it.
Again.
“You’re pissing Daddy off, little girl. Better respond.”
Tags: I’m not fucking around, Bella. You wanna talk fucking to another guy? Expect it back. ~ Tags
Tags: I see how it is. ~ Tags
Me: Okay, Dad. ~ B.S.
The Strip
Tags
I don’t get pissed off too often, but I’ve been pissed off since Bella took off with her team.
When the rest of the group starts to disperse and Neo and I are left alone for the first time since the fight in Miami, I sit back, cross my arms, and look at him.
“David might be fucking clueless, man, but I’m not. You wanna tell me the real reason you’re here?”
“I’ll tell you the same thing I did in Miami—it’s none of your business.”
“No?” He laughs.
“No. It’s between her and me.”
“You like that position, don’t you?”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” I laugh. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who wanted to take a knee for me.”
That pisses him off, which was the point.
“You can’t stand that she chose me over you and the kid she didn’t want.”
I grip the arms of the chair to hold myself back from busting his fucking face. “First, you keep my daughter out of your thoughts and words. Second, you see me trying to get with her, telling her daddy her secret, going after her in any fucking way?”
“I see you here, and I
see what it’s doing to her.”
“What the fuck do you care what it does to her? You’re hitting on the new girl.” My girl.
“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but Mara and I haven’t changed; we still like a third once in a while.”
“I don’t give a damn. I have business with her. When it’s concluded, you can fuck the hell out of each other, pop fucking pills till you can’t remember your names, and fuck with a third, fourth, or fifth. I don’t give a damn.” I stand up and place my hands on the table. “You and me, we’ve been done for years. I got no beef with you, so don’t bring it to me.”
“You better remind yourself you chose that kid—”
I reach across the table and grab his throat. “You shut the fuck up.”
I see two men in suits walking our way and let go of him.
“There a problem over here?” It’s security.
“None whatsoever,” I say then walk the fuck away.
Walking out of the resort, I look around and see Blade and Breaker smoking. I walk over. “One of you have a spare?”
Blade nods as he reaches into his pocket then taps one out of the pack.
“Thanks, man,” I say as he gives me a light. Blowing out the smoke, I ask, “You see where they went?”
Breaker shakes his head. “Nah, but I wouldn’t worry too much about it. We’re good. Mayhem clearly stacked the teams.”
He’s not wrong, but she is for doing so.
“Just new girl and her guys?” I ask, playing it cool.
“No, Dagger and Darby, too.”
I take another drag and shake my head. Blowing out the smoke, I ask, “They say where they’re going?”
Breaker laughs. “Some shit about fountains, flowers, and street performers. Pretty sure they were just looking around the strip.”
“Darby asked about strip clubs. She didn’t seem opposed.” Blade winks. “I bet she’s a freak in the sheets.”
“Girl like that probably just lays there.” I toss my smoke in the ashtray. “Heard she was a lesbian.”
“No shit?” Blade asks.
“She sure as fuck doesn’t look like it.”
“Just what I heard.” I shrug.
“Probably why she was good with the strip club idea, man.” Blade puts his smoke out.
“Love to see her get a lap dance.” Breaker starts walking. “Let’s go check it out.”
