Inked

by Everly Drummond

  Brody’s body stiffened as Avery reached down between them and began to stroke his growing arousal, causing him to shudder in response. A groan worked its way up his throat and passed his parted lips as he wound his hands around her waist and pulled her closer, crushing both his mouth and body to hers. The sweet taste of her played across his tongue and he whispered against her mouth, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Words failed her and all Avery could do was nod. Taking Brody by the hand, she led him in the direction of the bedroom. The black satin robe still sat in a heap on the floor beside the bed and a small lamp provided the only source of light. Shadows flickered on the wall as they made their way across the room towards the bed. The knot in her stomach tightened as she watched him peel out of his shirt and toss it on the floor, his tawny skin glistening in the soft light. Avery gasped at the exquisite sight of him. Intricately colored tattoos decorated his muscular arms and torso and extended down beyond the waistband of the thin cotton pants that did nothing to hide his still growing erection. Eager to see more of his magnificently chiseled body, Avery stepped forward and hooked her fingers on the elastic waist of his pants, tugging them down just enough to free him from the confines of his clothing. The sight of him sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body.

  Brody swiftly removed his pants and tossed them on top of the growing pile of clothes that sat on the floor beside the bed. He pulled Avery into his embrace, placing one arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her gently in the center of the mattress, and lowering himself on top of her. Hovering just inches above her, his mouth found hers and he kissed her long and hard, their tongues mating with each other. The sweet taste of her was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough, he had to taste more of her.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he softly murmured against the warm flesh of her lips. His hand trailed down her body, sliding over her hip and momentarily lingering at the hem of her white t-shirt. He lifted the shirt over her head, revealing a black lacey bra that contrasted sharply against the soft luster of her milky skin. In one swift and expertly choreographed movement, Brody reached behind her back and unclasped the hooks.

  Avery trembled as his mouth trailed down her neck and across her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her body tensed as he took her taut breast in his mouth and began to suckle. His pull increased and his tongue grazed her hardening nipple, drawing out a sharp intake of air from her as he brought her to the brink of climax. Avery arched her back, forcing him to take more of her into his mouth. Her body ached with need as she undid the button of her tight jeans and wriggled out of them, casting them aside with her foot.

  Brody wanted nothing more that to take her hard and fast, to hear her scream his name as her body trembled beneath him while she found her release, but Avery was special, she was something to be savored, like a fine wine, so instead, he released her taut breast from his mouth and slowly kissed his way across her stomach, stopping only to tug at the elastic of her black satin panties with his teeth. Using one finger, he pulled them over her hips and tossed them onto the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed.

  Avery responded by spreading her legs in invitation, exposing herself to him completely and begging to be tasted, to be caressed.

  The scent of her drove him wild and made him grow impossibly harder. Brody lowered his head between her legs and took her with one long, luscious lick. And with slow deliberate movements, he masterfully stroked her with the tip of his tongue. The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as Avery’s body shuddered in response to his touch, but it still wasn’t enough, he needed to taste more of her. Dragging his fingers across Avery’s velvety folds, Brody slid one finger deep into her, drawing out moans of pleasure as he took all of her into his mouth.

  Avery’s hips moved in time with the slow thrusts of his finger, eliciting a deep guttural moan as he caressed an intimate, sensitive spot deep within. The sensation increased as Brody slid a second finger deep into her, keeping her suspended precariously on the edge of climax.

  Brody withdrew his fingers and buried himself between her legs, licking up all the pearlescent cream he’d drawn from her. “Come for me,” he whispered hoarsely against her skin before gently stroking into her with his tongue.

  Her body arched into him as his tongue moved in and out of her at a slow and steady pace, torturing her with each movement he made. Avery chocked back a cry of pleasure when the soft pad of his finger rubbed against her over sensitized flesh, sending her over the edge. “Oh God.” she cried, and her hips jerked as a hard climax coursed through her body. Avery spasmed in ecstasy as Brody’s tongue continued to slide in and out of her, lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth. Once the climax lost its hold on her body, and her muddied thoughts began to clear, she pushed Brody onto his back and straddled his hips. “It’s my turn now.”

  Avery bowed her head and leaned in to kiss him hard on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips as she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked. She worked her way down his body, letting her skin slide sensually across the contours of his hard muscles. He twitched beneath her as she grasped him in the palm of her hand and licked the droplet of pre come that had formed on the tip. Inch by inch she took him into her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat. Avery looked up at him through half lidded eyes as she took the entire length of him into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck yeah.” A low guttural moan escaped Brody’s lips as he fisted her hair and thrust himself further down her throat. His body tightened and he could feel his own climax coming hard and fast as Avery took him even deeper into her mouth. But he didn’t want to come, not yet. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her pulsing around him as he found his own release. With one swift movement, Brody grabbed Avery by the arms and flipped her onto her stomach.

  “Please,” she moaned. Avery tilted her hips up to him in invitation. The need to have him fill her was almost overwhelming.

  “Tell me what you want.” Brody ran his fingers along the length of her sex before spearing two of them deep into her body.

  “I want you,” Avery gasped, and the anticipation heightened when she heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

  Brody positioned himself behind her, and in one swift stroke, buried himself deep within her body. “You’re so goddamn tight,” he moaned as her muscles contracted around him. “Is this what you want?” He took his time slowly thrust into her, stretching and filling every inch of her.

  “Harder,” she hissed, pushing back against him, and driving him deeper into her body.

  His strokes became harder and faster, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her as he took her from behind.

  “Come for me again, baby,” Brody murmured softly in her ear. He smiled when he felt her clench tightly as another climax ripped through her body.

  Avery screamed his name as ripples of pleasure crashed over her body.

  Brody slowed his strokes, drawing out her orgasm to an impossible length.

  “Do you like that?” he murmured, letting his hands trail across the soft voluptuous curves of her buttocks.

  “Mhm,” Avery murmured in response.

  “Good, I’m not done with you yet. Brody’s hand encircled Avery’s waist and he roughly flipped her onto her back. “Do you think you can handle more?”

  Avery nodded her head in agreement but all thought was driven from her mind when he slammed into her, hard, harder than she’d ever been taken before. His large hands dug painfully into her hips. It would no doubt leave bruises, but she didn’t care. There was something about being taken this way—rough, hard, and fast—that turned her on and suddenly caused her to recall the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain she’d felt as the needles from the tattoo gun danced across the surface of her skin.

  “Harder,” she moaned, edging him on and enticing him to giver he all he had.

/>   “Any harder and I’m going to split you in half,” Brody panted.

  “I don’t care,” Avery screamed out.

  Brody didn’t need to be asked twice. If his little vixen wanted it hard, then that’s what she’d get. He released her hips from his firm grasp and brought his hands down to circle her ankles, pulling them up and over his shoulders. He thrust into her again, penetrating her harder and deeper than he had before, giving her every inch of him he had to give.

  Avery stifled a cry. Her body was too petite to take the length and girth of him, and a warm droplet of blood trickled down her thigh. He’d taken her virginity all over again, or so it felt.

  “Are you okay?” Brody uttered, and brought his lips down to meet her breast. “I can be gentler.”

  “Yes… no. I mean, don’t stop.” The pleasure of being taken so roughly far outweighed the momentary discomfort she felt.

  Impossibly, he thrust into her even harder, eliciting a muffled scream from the beautiful woman that lay beneath him. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

  “No, don’t.”

  Brody smiled to himself. His little vixen liked it rough. But how rough? Raising his arm, he brought the palm of his hand down on her ass.

  Smack! The slapping sound of skin on skin reverberated through the air.

  The biting sting of his hand making contact with her flesh sent vibrations throughout her body. Avery had never felt so full in her life. Each stroke became less painful and more pleasurable than the last. When the pain had all but diminished, she found herself thrusting against him as hard as she could, their bodies moving in sync as he took her harder than she’d ever been taken before. A scream built up in the back of her throat as she raced towards another climax. Avery teetered on the brink of orgasm, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Brody thrust into her so hard that it lifted both of them off the bed. Being taken by him was better than anything else she could’ve imagined. It was more pleasure than her body could handle, and she toppled over the edge. Her knees trembled and she screamed his name as wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm tore through her body.

  “Oh fuck yeah. I’m coming,” Brody moaned.

  Avery’s muscles gripped him tightly, and he could feel his body tighten as he relentlessly pounded into her. With one last deep thrust he came, finding his release and spilling himself deep within her. His strokes slowed and he gently eased himself out of her body. He collapsed on the bed beside Avery and immediately missed the feel of her warmth surrounding him.

  “Oh my God,” she panted out, fighting for breath that wouldn’t come. “That was amazing.” Her body still quivered as aftershocks of an earth shattering orgasm skittered through her body. “Why have I never done that before?” she asked, but the question was directed more at herself than at Brody.

  Brody drew Avery into his chest and held her tightly in his embrace. Brushing aside a loose strand of hair, his lips trailed across the silken skin of her neck, and he smiled. He didn’t know this little vixen that lay beside him, but he wasn’t willing to walk away from her just yet. Sex this amazing, and with someone as beautiful as Avery, didn’t just happen every day. “What are you doing next Saturday?” he whispered.

  Avery rolled over on the bed and faced him, “You, hopefully.” A smile played at the corner of her mouth as she leaned in and kissed him.

  Chapter 1

  “I’ll take a non-fat, low foam Grande latte,” the plump, platinum blonde woman standing directly in front of Avery yelled at the top of her lungs. But Avery didn’t care that the woman had blatantly bud in line, nor did she care that she’d stood in line for twelve minutes to buy an overpriced cup of coffee that would no doubt be lukewarm at best by the time she made her way through the crowded coffee house and to the nearly empty patio. She was in too good a mood to let a complete stranger spoil it for her. It was the first time in months that she’d had time to herself, and after a marathon shopping spree, a coffee on the patio was exactly what she needed to unwind and finish off the day. With soaring temperatures, people were opting for the cool comfort of the air conditioning, which suited her just fine. The sun was shining and it was far too beautiful a day to be stuck inside an overcrowded coffee house full of people that smelt of expensive perfume and cigarettes. Using the tip of her foot, Avery slid her bags forward on the tile floor and shuffled one step closer to the counter.

  “What can I get for you, ma’am?”

  Avery looked to her left, then to her right at the expressionless worker drones that stood on either side of her, but none of them said a word or moved a muscle. Was the kid in the green smock talking to her? He must be. Pushing her way closer to the counter, Avery placed her order. “I’ll take a small coffee, please.”

  “We don’t have small coffees,” he replied, smugly. “We have Venti, Grande, and Tall.”

  She looked to where the boy in the green smock was pointed to a display that showcased the various sizes of coffee cups. They sure look like small, medium, and large to me. Avery sighed. She was determined not to let this small, insignificant road bump ruin her perfectly good day. “Fine, I’ll take a Venti coffee, please.”

  “Would you like Blonde Roast, Pike Place, or our featured summer blend?”

  What the hell?

  “She’ll take a Venti Pike Place,” a gruff voice beside her growled. An older man with steely, grey eyes stared down at her. “You did just want a regular coffee, didn’t you?”

  “Umm, yes, thank you,” Avery mumbled, and after paying for her drink and retrieving her bags from the floor, she moved down to the end of the counter where a steaming cup of coffee awaited her.

  The condiments table was just as confusing as the coffee cups sizes. Small bottles of various spices lined the counter aside four different types of cream and milk, honey, and two varieties of sugar. Since when had buying a coffee become so complicated? Avery picked up the largest container of white granules hoping that it was nothing fancier than plain white sugar, and poured it into her cup. With coffee and bags in hand, she made her way to the exit, pushing it open with her hip and stepping out into the warm afternoon sun. Momentarily blinded by its brightness, she didn’t see the man who was entering at the same time she was trying to exit, and accidentally bumped into him, their shoulders painfully colliding. Avery flinched and cursed under her breath as scalding hot coffee spilled from the cup and onto her hand. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, and tried to push past him, but the man didn’t move. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice louder this time.

  With the sun blazing directly into her eyes and clouding her vision, Avery could scarcely make out the form of the man blocking the door. She moved to the right to pass him, but his body shifted, blocking her exit. She moved to the left, and again his body shifted the other direction and obstructed her way. With her patience already wearing thin, she spat out, “Pardon me.” But the wide girth of the man didn’t budge. She repeated herself, “Excuse me, please. I’d like to get by.”

  They stood face to face, neither of them moving an inch, until at last he spoke. The tone of his voice was laced with shock and disbelief. “Avery, is that you?”

  Oh, God! She’d know that voice anywhere, but surely it couldn’t be him, could it? Avery squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force the images that his husky voice conjured from her mind. Maybe if she stood there long enough with her eyes shut he would just walk away, or better yet, vanish into thin air. That’s it! This was all just a figment of her imagination. On the count of three she would open her eyes and he’d be gone. One… two… She got as far as two when a strong hand encircled her wrist and dragged her through the door.

  “Avery, get out of the way,” the voice demanded. “You’re blocking the exit.”

  No-no-no-no-no-no-no, it can’t be him, she chanted, but no matter how many times she willed it to be true, that voice could only belong to one person. Slowly, she opened her eyes and tilted her head back, not stopping until her gaze fell upon a pair of warm, fami
liar brown eyes, intense eyes that were fixated solely on her, refusing to blink. The sun reflected brightly off the lenses of the silver framed aviator sunglasses that perched precariously on the tip of his nose, and his hair was shorter now, much shorter than she remembered. Where tousled brown hair once flowed down his neck and lightly brushed the top of his broad shoulders, streaks of flaxen gold now stained a mass of unkempt spikes that somehow managed to look perfectly groomed despite their wild appearance. He was leaner now, much leaner but no less muscular than the last time she’d laid eyes on him. His pecks strained against the tight black cotton t-shirt that hugged his chest and abdomen. And the length of his left forearm was now home to a myriad of new tattoos. Her gaze dropped lower, tracing the hard lines and curves of his thighs that were accentuated by his too tight jeans. Avery inhaled sharply. There was no doubt about it. She’d recognize this man anywhere. Her heart rate increased and her eyes fluttered shut as her mind was bombarded with images from the one and only night they’d spent together, a night that happened a thousand moons ago and one that she would never forget for as long as she lived. Against her will, his name slipped passed her parted lips in a murmured groan, “Brody.”

  His eyes, careful and appraising, grazed the length of her body. Long golden brown hair diffused with traces of pale blonde hung in waves across her shoulders and cascaded down her back. Avery’s form, delicate and petite, looked even more stunning than it had when he’d feasted on it so very, very long ago. Her slender shoulders and ample breasts were just visible beneath her simple white blouse, and a black pencil skirt clung to her legs and hung an inch above her knees, enough to entice any man that dare gaze upon her beauty. But her captivating hazel eyes—the color of liquid honey bewitched with flecks of muted green—looked tired and drawn. Dark blue-ish black bags marred the pale skin beneath her eyes and the fire that had once blazed in their depths and set his soul on fire—if only for one night—had been extinguished. God help the son-of-a-bitch that did this to her, Brody cursed silently to himself. He wanted nothing more than to capture this delicate flower in his arms and whisper promises of reassurance in here ear, but those promises where not his to offer and she was not his to claim, not anymore. For one night he had taken her as his own, but surely a woman as breathtakingly beautiful as Avery must belong to another man. As much as it pained him to see his beautiful flower wilted and withered in the unforgiving afternoon sun, Brody held his tongue, and instead, quickly tried to think of something companionable to say before she disappeared from his life… again.