by Hilary Storm
Inked Brothers: Jake Volume One
by Hilary Storm & Jacob Wilson
Copyright 2015 Hilary Storm
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WARNING- This book contains graphic scenes in sexual nature and language. Not intended for anyone under the age of 18... or those easily offended.
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Jake
Chapter One
I've got one on my face and the other on my dick; can it get any better than this? These two girls have no idea what they've gotten themselves into this time. I plan to fuck most of the night, it's what I do.
Filling my hands with the blonde's fake tits, I use my tongue and practically motor boat that pussy until she's moaning into the mouth of the other one. I've been with these two before, a quick go in a parking lot one night. They like to give a lot of attention to each other and that's just fine with me, in fact I think it's sexy as fuck.
I'm not afraid to move in and give them the big dick. After all, it's what they're after or they wouldn't have shown up at the shop at closing time with their tits showing. These two didn't even pretend to be there for a tattoo like most of them do. I've got to respect them for cutting straight to the chase instead of playing the games. For that, I plan to be a fuck that they'll never forget, but I try to do that with most of the women I'm with.
There's a few moves that I'll use when I really want to seal the deal with a girl and get a repeat visit. For the ones that I'm not really that in to.... they don't get the full treatment. It's just the way it is. If I didn't hold back some, I'd have the bitches lined up outside the door every damn day.
Fuck. The brunette is attempting to ride me, but her rhythm just isn't working for me. I want this shit hard and fast. We're here to fuck, not make love.
I spread my hands over the blonde's ass and press her in for one final tongue lash before I begin to move them both off of me. As I stand, I grab the brunette and move her to the wall. We need to switch things up a bit.
I dip down and in one swift move, I have her legs on my shoulders, her pussy in my face, and her ass in my hands. She squeals as I slide her up the wall until I'm fully standing.
I feel the blonde's hands brush across my ass, so I help guide her into position on her knees to take care of me. Not a forceful push down, but definitely a demanding one. Her mouth feels better on me than the condom she just removed.
"I'm out, Man. See you tomorrow." Fucking Tyler. His ass is famous for this. He loves to interrupt me, in fact I think he looks for reasons to have to open that fucking door.
"Get the fuck out, Tyler." The blonde isn't even phased, she actually starts to work me over harder while he's standing there.
"Had to tell ya I was leaving." I ignore him. He'll leave soon, or he'll get a lesson in how it's done. Either way, I don't give a fuck. It won't hinder me in any way.
Filling my hands with ass again, I lean in and use my tongue to make her beg and scream just like I knew she would. She's an easy one, I can tell she's less experienced than the one with her mouth around my dick.
I turn to walk the brunette back to the bed, leaving the blonde on her knees. I notice her crawling towards us with a prowling look on her face after I set the brunette down, and I have to laugh. That shit's just funny. Don't get me wrong, it's sexy, but it's just funny how different these two are. Something tells me, if they keep it up like this, the brunette will be just like her soon.
I look up and notice Ty closing the door. I make a mental note of it, I'll have to do something about him tomorrow.
"Lay back on the pillows." Hands full of ass, I watch the titties bounce the whole time they're getting into position. Titties and ass are my weakness. It's fucking ridiculous how quickly my dick starts to twitch when a great rack or firm ass walks by.
I climb in and kneel between them, both of my middle fingers pussy deep. Quick movements and a curl of my digits and I know I've got the spot on each of them. Finding gold doesn't take long and I work them through another orgasm each. These bitches are loud. I like that shit.
Once they finish screaming, they turn and start to kiss each other. I use this opportunity to get one on one with those titties that have me licking my lips. Both sets are fake. The blonde is a double D for sure. She's had hers for a year or so, I can tell. It’s the perfect time to test fake titties out. Ah, but the brunettes are brand fuckin new, a good full, firm C. In fact, I don't think she had them when we hooked up last time, if I remember right. Who knows though, I've slept since then.
I keep my hand on the double D's while I kiss and lick my way all over the brunette's chest. She squirms under my tongue, and her nipples couldn't get any harder if she wanted them to.
It's time to get another condom and get on with this, my dick is telling me it's show time. I leave them just long enough to reach for my jeans that I dropped at the door. I don't even have to tell them how I want them, when I return the blonde is straddling the other, tits to tits, mouth in mouth, pussy rubbing on pussy.
Grabbing the bottom ass, I slide them both to the edge of the bed, and enter the girl on top, thrusting hard and fast. The bed is perfect height for this, so I give it to them without delay and I can tell they both love it. Nine hard and fast thrusts, then one slow and deep, then repeat. It keeps them on edge, until I decide to let them have it.
Shifting to the other girl, I do the same. The angle is a little different, but it still works for me. We keep this up until I'm literally drenched in sweat. Fuck. I need to remember to throw a towel on the bed for nights like this.
It's been hours, I can tell. I start to remember all the shit I need to do tomorrow and decide it's time to end this.
Finally, I grab the hips of the blonde girl on top and fuck her like I'd die if my dick wasn't hitting her insides. She loves it and before long, she's dripping and clenching up as her body spasms again.
She crawls away, coming back with her mouth ready, straddling the face of the other. I give the other girl the same deep hard thrusts, all the while the blonde nibbles and licks her clit. I pull out here and there to send it deep into the back of the blonde's throat, but always bring it back to the brunette quickly. Needless to say, her muffled cries come quick. Nothing like the sound of a girl screaming into a pussy to show you how much she appreciates your moves.
I palm the back of the blonde's head, guiding her off the bed and back to her knees. Stripping off the condom, I guide them both to where I want them once the brunette follows.
They open their mouths face to face, creating a perfect tunnel for my cock. Their tongues work in unison as I drive forward over and over. My grip in their hair gives me the le
verage I need and I'm quickly ready to blow my load. I pull away and with a few gripping jerks from the blonde, I begin to squirt on their tits as she does all the aiming.
Watching them lick it off of each other, I shake my head and wonder how many times they've actually done this exact thing.
Grabbing a towel out of the cabinet, I start to clean up. I give them a couple of minutes to work out their fantasy porn scene on each other, but just like all of them, it's time they move on.
"Ok. Thanks girls, I need to get shit done now." They both look a little shocked, but try to hide it. I get tired of every girl I fuck thinking I'm going to stay and cuddle afterwards. I don't cuddle, I need my space. When a girl tries, I've been known to say "Get the fuck off me and out of my bed." They move on, but hell, most come back and I don't have to tell them not to try that cuddle shit again.
"Do you even want my number?" The blonde looks more pissed now.
"I guess you can leave it on the counter on your way out, if you want." I start to strip the sheets and try not to watch her disappointment as she walks out the door. I know it seems harsh, but this works for me. There are rules I always follow.
Safety first.
Never take them home.
Kick them out right after.
Don't fuck them again for at least a few weeks, if ever again.
No strings attached.
Always be honest and never lead them on.
I used to be nice to any girl I brought home, tried to take them on a date and show them the respect that I feel every woman deserves. That got me nowhere. Bitches may scowl at me now and my straight forwardness at first, but in the end, they beg for me.... they beg for more. They love an asshole who is open to their whore ways. That's why they all come back repeatedly.
I finish cleaning the room thoroughly; I learned long ago to have it ready at any time. You never know when you'll need it in a rush. This room is off limits to the guys in the shop. Rikki calls it my fuck pad, and I can't even argue with that. Rikki works for me, she has since I opened up. She keeps this shop organized and the guys in line. Hell I can't even imagine trying to run this place without her. She'll pop in just to make sure everything is in its place, but she doesn't stay in here long. She knows what goes on inside these walls.
It's been a long day. I close up my room and begin to make my way through the shop, looking to make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. I'm hell bent on my shop being completely sanitary. It has to be, tattoos and piercings must be done in a sterile environment.
I notice the blonde's phone number on the counter. 'Candy.' Huh, so that's her name, I had no idea. The name fits. Tossing the paper into 'the box', I hit the lights and lock the door before I head to the back.
'The box' is full of girl's numbers. It's not my style to trash them, so I store them in there unless they're hot enough to make it into my phone. The women that get a gold business card from me, get directly added into my phone contacts. That's for women that are damn near perfect in looks and personality. I don't give out very many of those. It's usually an extreme female that causes me to pull the gold out. Hell, it's the only one with my cell phone number on it.
Most of them just get the black business card. It only has the shop information on it and that helps keep my phone from being blown up at all hours of the night..... every single fucking night. I've done that shit before in that past and learned real quick it was time to correct that mistake.
On my way past Rikki's desk, I glance at the calendar to check out my line up for the week. I see most are repeat clients, except for tomorrow's afternoon appointment. I flip the pages to make sure all the guys have full schedules and feel satisfied when I see that they do. Business is steady, it's nice to see my hard work has finally paid off.
My bike is parked and ready for me just inside the big garage door that opens up that entire back area. This is a perfect man cave and the guys love it back here. My bulldog, Brutus thinks it's his house and always makes himself at home. The big guy left the shop early today; he had a vet appointment, so Rikki took him to the house for me.
My drive home is short as always. I live pretty close to the shop, and that works great. There are some nights I don't get out of here until after midnight finishing up the more detailed pieces.
I can hear the beefcake on the other side of the door as I dick with this piece of shit lock on the door in the garage. I need to fix it soon because it's really a pain in my ass. Who has time for handy work when they spend their entire day at the shop and gym?
As soon as I open the door, he's standing on his hind legs, wrapping his front legs around my waist. Brutus loves to greet me at the door, when he actually hears me. If he had a tail, it would be wagging all over the place. His heavy breaths and half snorts always make me smile, it's fun to watch him as he gets so excited. I never get tired of this, although, most days I take him with me to the shop. He would get very lonely here all day by himself since I pull such long days, but I swear that dog gets more attention at the shop than I do.
This lil guy has been with me through thick and thin, which is more than I can say for anyone else. Hell, even Jax, Mr. Perfect, the good twin hasn't been around like ole Brutus. Oh well, being the black sheep of the family fits me well.
It's rare that I get to spend any time at home. Maybe one day soon I'll have more time to enjoy my house. It meant a lot to me to buy this place. I'm not sure if I was proving to myself that I could do it, or to the people who think I'm a slacker because they have no idea how much work I put into each and every day.
On the outside, my life looks like something every guy would give anything to have. What they don't realize... that's all they have to do. Give up everything. It takes an insane amount of time and effort in the gym to look like I do. The tattoo shop didn't become successful overnight, and the bonus lays I get on the side, don't pay the fucking bills.
I sacrifice everything for my fitness and my shop. In fact, my biggest sacrifice is actually having a true relationship with anyone. I call it time management, they tend to say I'm being selfish when I have to be somewhere. In the end, it's just easier to keep them all at a distance and let them serve the one purpose I need. I mean hell, a guy needs to fuck, and fuck often.
It works for me. You won't hear me complaining at all that my house is quiet with the exception to the burly sounds of Brutus as he moves around the house.
"Come on, Brutus. Outside." He leads me to the back door and I let him free into the back yard. I leave him to get some exercise when I feel my phone vibrating.
Jax: You coming to the grand opening tomorrow night?
Shit. I'm guessing there's really no way out of attending the first night of your brother's new business. I'm sure it will be a damned riot. You know every lawyer knows how to throw a party.
Jax is my identical twin, but we couldn't be more different. Well, I should clarify..... he's what I would look like if I wasn't covered in ink.
He's always done everything the right way. You know, graduate with honors, go to college, graduate with honors there too, go to law school, where I'm sure he was top of the class.
He settled down with his college lawyer sweetheart and moved in to a huge house within a year of being out of school. Everything just falls at his fucking feet, but you know... he's my brother. I still love him, but I just don't really have much in common with him anymore.
Jake: Yeah, I'll be there.
How could I not, my mom would have my ass. That's the one person I try not to upset. I want her happy. She deserves to be after everything she's been through. I know that's impossible because I can't give her what she truly wants. My brother Shane isn't coming back. He lived and died as a dedicated Marine and that's been hard on my parents.
Jax: Great! Can't wait to show you what it looks like!
Jake: See you tomorrow, bro.
Jax: Bring friends if you want! I'll tell the guys at the door to let you and anyone you want to bring in, so go to the front of the l
ine. Drew said he'd be there too.
Not sure what kind of crowd he's thinking will be there, but he must be expecting a huge opening night. I'm going to a have to see this for myself for sure. Drew is our youngest brother. He just turned twenty-one. He works for me at the shop as manager and I have him in Vegas scoping out space in casinos to put in another shop. Business has been growing and it's time to expand. He's crucial for that to happen. I trust him when it comes to business. The little fucker is crazy otherwise, but when it comes to business he's top notch and the only one I depend on.
A few months ago, he found a building space at the beach to purchase and we put in a shop there. It was one of the best decisions I've ever made. His ideas are fresh and new and he definitely keeps the business moving forward.
I let Brutus in, and take my shower. I'm beat and I need to hit the sack.
Chapter Two
Damn, five o'clock in the morning comes way too fucking early. Hell, Brutus’ ass doesn’t even get up this early.
I'm off to the gym bright and early, just like I am every morning. I swear it's my saving grace. If it wasn’t for this place, I think I'd probably have landed my ass in jail by now. Something about it brings a calm over me. Maybe it's the way I can literally see myself change in the mirrors that line the walls. I can take out any frustrations on myself in here and focus on my goals.
It's dark and hot in here, even this early. This place reminds me of something you'd see back in the day. No air conditioning, just the roar of giant fans blowing in some of the hot air from outside.
You can have your fancy-ass gyms with the tanning, treadmills and all that extra bullshit. Cardio equipment, ha... who does cardio? That’s what fucking is for.
I'm halfway through my workout and all I can feel is the sting on my back reminding me of last night's conquest. Right about that time I hear a voice come from the corner.
"Rough night, there Jake?" It’s Miranda, one of the baddest bitches I've ever laid my eyes on. Maybe it’s her ass, tits or that hair that goes down to the top of her ass, I'm not sure. What I do know is, I've never met anyone with such a sick work ethic. Shit, she makes me feel lazy.
