by Amy Davies
The studio is a bit bigger than Castle Ink, but this studio is old school, where as ours is fresh and modern. I climb out of my car and lock it behind me. I walk towards the door and smile when I see Addy throw her head back, laughing at something the girl has said to her. I pull the door open and smile at my girl. Her head lifts and the most beautiful smile crosses her face.
“Morning babe,” I say, rounding the desk and pushing her legs apart so I can stand between her luscious thighs. I lean in and take her mouth, laying a sensual kiss on her. I hear a heavy sigh to the side of us and I break the kiss and tilt my head to face the girl. Addy laughs.
“Dex, this is Sammi. She’s chatting with me while her brother, Daren, is getting a tattoo done by Jonesy out the back. Sammi, this is Dex.” I frown a little. That’s it? Sammi, this is Dex.
Why didn’t she introduce me as her boyfriend? I thought it was pretty obvious by now, where we were headed. I wink at her and then turn my attention to Sammi.
“Nice to meet you, Sammi. I’m Dex, the boyfriend.” I hear the intake of breath, but I ignore it. “Glad my girl could keep you company. I know how shit it is to wait around for someone who is getting inked and you’re not,” I say to her. She beams at me and winks at Addy.
“Swoon...So this is the baby daddy?” she asks Addy.
“Yeah, I did good, right?”
“Hell yeah. I can tell by your arms that you know a bit about tattoos, Dex,” Sammi says.
“I know a bit,” I laugh. Addy laughs with me and pinches my nipple. “Fuck, that hurt, babe.”
“Good. Dex owns Castle Ink over in Bell Harbor, with his brother Jay. I used to work there until…” She stops speaking, I see the flash of hurt cross her face and my stomach tightens. Sammi looks between us, confusion quite clear on her face.
“Until I fucked up. You can say it, baby. I know I fucked up. Captain Twat remember?” Addy nods and gives me a sweet smile. That is one of the things I love about Addy. She can be super feisty and then sweet in the blink of an eye. I know some people look at her with her tattoos and see a broken goth, but my Ads is nothing like that, yes she had a shitty childhood but nothing that would break her permanently. People are so fucking quick to judge these days, everyone has a problem with everyone and everything. Like we always say, ‘A person with tattoos, never judges a person with no tattoos. But a person with no tattoos, always judges a person with tattoos’. It’s a shitty thing but it is what it is and no one will change their mind.
“Are you going to introduce us?” a gruff voice comes from behind me. I turn and look over my shoulder and see an older man. His head is shaved close to his head and his hair is grey in places. He looks in pretty good shape for his age, which I would say is over fifty. I feel Addy move to the side to see behind me and a big arse smile covers her face.
“Hey Mike. Now why would I introduce you?” she smarts at him. Full of attitude my girl.
“Why? Because I want to know the name of the lad I will have to kill and bury somewhere if he ever fucking hurts my baby girl, that’s why!”
“Like you could do that shit. Stop acting all mafia and hard,” Addy giggles. I move my body, so I am standing by her side, her hip against my stomach. I put one arm around her shoulders and one over her baby bump. The bloke’s eyes track my movements but his face stays placid; showing no emotion.
“I know people and this boy needs to know that. I will not have anyone hurt you, baby girl. You are like a daughter to me. Now who the fuck are you”? He directs his question at me. I can play this game also; I give as much as I take.
“Mike. I can take care of myself. Plus, you already have a daughter,” Addy warns, but he ignores her.
“I have two daughters, Addison Cole. I told you that, didn’t I?” She nods her head and I hear her sniff. Damn, the man really cares for my girl. I kiss the top of her head.
“It’s fine, babe. I’m Dex, Addy’s boyfriend and the father of her baby. Who the fuck are you?” He quirks an eyebrow at my answer and returned question. Yeah, fucknut, I ain’t backing down, not where my girl is concerned. I know who Mike is. Addy has told me all about him and his wife, Wendy. We stare at each other for a few moments, the only sound is the buzzing coming from the tattoo guns around the studio. Addy is still sitting on the stool, she is looking between Mike and me and back again. A slow smile breaks across his face and I feel Addy’s body physically relax under my hands. I knew this fucker was testing me and by the looks of things, I passed. I could learn a few things from this guy about threatening boys being around my daughter. He clearly has experience when it comes to his daughter and knobhead men.
“I’m Mike, surrogate dad to this girl here. So I have an important question for you, Dex.” Addy buries her head in my chest and laughs.
“Oh God, here we go.”
“I can only guess that you have seen my handy work on her back?” I nod my head. “Now, I know that you have done some of her other work, and so has your brother.” I nod again. I know where he is going with his line of questions. “So, I want to know… Do you think your work is better than mine?”
“Yes,” is all I say.
“You do, huh?”
“Yes, I do. Your work on my baby, is pretty damn good, Mike. But mine is better, simple. I will never regret any piece I have worked on. My work is defined. My designs represent me. Each line, each fucking star and heart, every fucked up tattoo that I have had to cover up because some knob has had his girlfriend's name tattooed on him. Plus, I am a cocky twat who will always say that his work is better. Addy knows this.” I smirk at her and lean in and kiss her lips softly.
“I see the cockiness is a must have to be a tattoo artist then,” a lad says from behind Mike. His smile is directed at my girl and I inch forward, towards her. His eyes are filled with dirty thoughts, I can fucking tell. Bastard.
“Hey, Ads.” Oh, hell fucking no.
“What did you just say?” I growl at him. Addy rests her hand on my stomach but I ignore her. He does not get to call her that, only I do.
“What? I only said ‘hi’ to Ads. What’s your problem, man?”
“My problem, man, is that only I get to call her ‘Ads’, it is my name for her and no fucker else. You get me?” I go to step forward, but Addy stops me.
“You don’t own her, mate, so chill the hell out.” He is looking for a kicking.
“The hell I don’t. See that?” I point to her belly.
“Yeah, so? She’s pregnant and looking sexy while doing it.” Yep, he definitely wants a fucking slap. Sammi looks worried and Addy just shakes her head at me.
“That baby in there was fucking put there by me. It was me buried so deep in her pussy last night. It was my name she was screaming while I was fucking her hard. Do you wanna say again that I don’t fucking own her? Because, boy, I will knock you the fuck out.” He takes a step forward, but Addy jumps in to save the little prick.
“Okay, that is enough boys. No more dick contests, put them away. Besides…” She looks at me and winks, then turns to Daren. “I know Dex will win. His cock is fucking huge.” Sammi bursts out laughing. Mike is pissing himself laughing, holding onto the desk to keep himself upright. Addy slowly slides off the stool and grabs my hand and pulls me from the studio.
“Later, gators.” She waves her over her shoulder. I salute Mike and follow my girl.
My legs have a mind of their own, bouncing up and down. Addy places her hand on my thigh and smiles at me. She leaves her hand there and looks through her phone with the other hand. I know she has text Jay; the impatient bastard won’t leave her alone. They are all eager to see how the baby is growing. I’m sure I saw Penny’s name pop up as well. We have been sitting in this waiting room for what feels like hours, even though it has been maybe thirty minutes. The room is packed; every chair has a pregnant lady in, or her man. The women are all at different stages of pregnancy. There is one woman who looks like she is twelve months pregnant, she is fucking huge. The poor woman has to push ou
t a full-grown adult-baby. Her poor vagina, fuck that, her poor husband. He will never feel the inside of her pussy walls again; they will be stretched to the moon and back again.
“Addison Cole,” someone calls out. Addy stands and I follow her. We walk down a short hall and into a small room. “Climb up onto the bed for me please, Addison. The technician will be with you shortly. We will do the scan first and then go through the regular check ups, okay?”
“Thank you,” Addy replies. The nurse leaves the room, leaving us alone. I help her climb up onto the bed. Once she is lying down, Addy pushes her maternity jeans down below her bump and pulls her thin jumper up over her bump, tucking it under her juicy boobs that are begging to be played with. Well, I am a man after all. I lean in and kiss her bump. Taking advantage of the time alone, I slide my hands over the bump and up to the thin material and pull it up over her tits. I lick my lips as Addy says my name.
“Dex, what are you doing?” I ignore her and smile against her smooth skin. I flick the swell of her right tit and then drag my tongue across it, tasting her. She moans low in her throat, and that sound alone makes my dick hard. “We can’t. Stop,” she says, but she doesn’t move to stop me.
“I just need a taste, babe.” I keep licking, sucking and kissing her tits; never removing them from her bra. She needs a new one, she is almost falling out of this one. The door clicks open and I quickly pull her jumper down over her breasts. I wink at Addy, who is scowling at me for almost getting caught. That is the fun in it all, right? The almost getting caught. “Dick,” she mutters under her breath.
“What was that, babe?”
“Nothing,” she says, and turns to look at the technician. She offers her a smile.
“Okay, so how have you been feeling, Addison?”
“Good. Been keeping off my feet as much as possible,” Addy replies.
“That’s good. Okay, so we are checking to see if the baby has grown some?” Addy looks up at me and I smile and nod my head. Addy nods at me and gives me a beautiful smile.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, let’s see what the baby is up to then.” She pushes a few buttons and the room fills with the baby’s heartbeat. Music to my fucking ears, I tell you. The best sound in the world. More clicks sound. The technician lady looks over at Addy and me and smiles. “I am just measuring the baby. Everything looks good. Still a little on the small side but looking healthy.” I breathe a sigh of relief and bend over and kiss Addy’s lips. The lady turns the monitor around to show us the baby; I can’t believe that is my baby. She has grown in the last two weeks but I know that can change. Addy told me that the Doctors are hoping the baby catches up with the growth line, but as long as the baby looks healthy they aren’t overly worried.
“Let me show you. See this here?” She points at the screen. “That there looks like a hamburger.” I tilt my head and chuckle. “That there shows me and you that you are one hundred percent having a baby girl.” Addy gasps.
“Dex,” she whispers. Our daughter again being confirmed as a girl takes my breath away.
“I know, babe, I know.” I lean in and kiss her head.
Well, fuck me sideways. A little girl like Addy running around. God help me.
I knew that we were having a girl but having it re-confirmed today, made it finally sink in. We didn’t stay in the room long before Dex drove us home. He wanted to feel me, he said. The ride home was filled with music; no words were spoken between us. I honestly don’t think they were needed. Twenty-one Pilots ‘Heathens’ played through the car radio. I had looked over at Dex and saw him tapping the steering wheel along with the tune, seeing him happy while driving and thinking that I had finally got him. He finally gave me his heart. He had sensed me looking at him because he turned his head to look at me and gave me a smile that would make woman’s knees go weak. I smiled back at him and then looked out the window.
Coming out of my reverie, I open the front door for us and Dex places his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward, towards my bedroom. Heat rushes through me, knowing what he wants. Hell, what I want. I hear the door shut behind us, Dex must have kicked it shut.
“I want you in that bedroom, naked and screaming my name. We need to fuck. Then we will rest and then we are going out to celebrate with our crew. They need to know that our baby is doing okay.”
“Okay,” is all I can say. My body is literally burning for his touch. It has been since we left the hospital. But the little touches in the car have been doing naff all for my sexual need for Dexter fucking Castle. And the bastard knew what he was doing.
“I like you all compliant, baby.” I chuckle.
“I am surprised you know what that means. I mean, all you do is draw on people all day.” I wink at him and he growls at me.
“You are a bitchy bitch when you’re horny aren’t you? Fuck, you’re a bitchy bitch when you aren’t horny.” This time he winks at me.
“You have no idea. This baby is making me horny twenty-four-seven. I have to flick the bean when you’re not here to help me.” I smile coyly at him and turn to walk towards my room.
“Are you serious?” he asks from behind me. I nod my head and bite my bottom lip, praying like fuck that I am looking sexy right now. “Baby, I own all of your orgasms and I am in a giving mood. You can show me how you like it. I want you to play with yourself for me.” I stop at my bedroom door and look back at him. The sexy smirk is back as he closes the distance between us. “Get naked and get on the bed. Now,” he demands. Bossy bastard. I waste no time stripping out of my clothes, fuck going slow. I want his body over mine as much as he wants mine beneath his. Dex strips out of his clothes and joins me on the bed. He lies next to me, his naked chest pressed against my arm. He lays his hand over my belly, feeling our baby move. My excitement must be affecting her.
“I love feeling her move,” I say in a low voice.
“Me too. It’s her way of letting us know that all is fine. But no more baby talk. I need to feel you; every single inch of you.” Dex goes up onto his elbows and looks down on me. A beautiful smile graces his face. God, I love his smile. His single dimple winks at me and I want to lick it, I always want to lick it. I feel his hand moving down over my bump, in the direction of my dripping wet pussy. As soon as his fingers graze over my mound I shiver. The pleasure that Dex gives me is mind blowing. I have been with a total of three men in all my life, but it has been Dex that had always played my body the best. It’s like he knew how to touch me and when. Unless he was like that with Fiona.
“So wet for me,” he says. I nod my head, effectively shaking my thoughts from my mind. His talented fingers slide through my outer pussy lips and down to my entrance. He dips a finger inside of me and drags my juices up and over my throbbing clit. The small, strong circles he does with his fingers sends thick, heavy, pulsing desire through my body. I jolt when he hits an extra sensitive part of my pussy. These baby hormones are going to be the sexual death of me.
His finger dips into me again and I am so fucking wet for him that he slides in another finger with ease. This man can make me wet by just looking at me or saying just my name. He has always had the power over my body, even when we were younger and I didn't know what it was like to feel turned on. It was Dex’s name that I called out during my first orgasm. Let’s just say that the guy that gave it to me was not pleased at all. He stopped talking to me after that night. Dex’s fingers speed up and the sound of my panting bounces off the walls.
“That’s it baby, come for me. Coat my fingers with your juices. Fucking hell, baby, you are beautiful,” he exclaims, while bringing me closer to my climax. His wet, warm mouth latches onto my nipple and he sucks hard.
“Ahhhhhh,” I cry out. The heady sensation fills my mind. Dex’s touch is taking over my body and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Dex takes what he wants, and he wants me. He wants my cries of pleasure, he wants all of me. My arse cheeks tighten and my orgasm builds. The intense desire spreads through my body
until every muscle locks up in pleasure. My silent cries get caught in my throat. Dex’s fingers slow, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my body. My breathing starts to slow and regulate as Dex peppers my neck and collarbone with light kisses.
“You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Baby, you were born to orgasm from my touch,” Dex says against my sweaty skin. He licks my collarbone and I shiver again. He chuckles and I slap his shoulder. I lick my dry lips and wiggle my body against him, causing him to groan against my skin.
“You need to get that beast inside me, Dex. I need to come some more,” I say sweetly. Dex laughs and moves his body above mine and looks down at me. He just stares at me, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine. He takes in every inch of my face, like he is seeing me for the first time. My heart rate picks up and the overwhelming sense of love floods my body. I raise my hand and cup his jaw, the prickly hair of his stubble scratching my palm. I love the feeling, especially when his head is between my thighs. I bite my lip and his eyes track the movement and he mirrors me. God, why does he have to look so fucking sexy biting his lip?
“You do know that this sweet talking isn’t going to work on me,” he explains. I move my thigh so it rubs against his very large and very hard dick.
“I need you, Dex. Don’t let me down, babe. Make me scream your name,” I say, and turn on my side. I wiggle my arse over his dick and he growls behind me. He slides his hand over my arse and down the back of my thigh. He grips the back of my knee and hooks his arm under it. He maneuvers himself, so his cock is at my wet core. I squirm a little and feel the head of his cock enter me. Slowly. Very fucking slowly. His other arm snakes under my neck and curls around to grip it. He holds me still as he slides in the last inch. The heat rises in my body as Dex moves slowly in and out of me, my wetness making it easy for his cock to slide through me.
“Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good; wet and warm,” he whispers. His breath fans across my heated skin. I reach behind me and cup his head, holding his lips to my neck. His slow thrusts make me moan a breathy moan. Even though he is behind me, this time feels different. He is taking his time with me. Every other time we have had sex, it has been fast and intense. Dex is showing me how much he loves me, I can feel every ounce of love he has for me. As if he can hear my thoughts he speaks.
