Inked: A Driven World Novel (The Driven World)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Fuck,” he barks, slipping his hand around my back and releasing the clasp.

  The relief is instant, and in another second the item of clothing is discarded and Corey is staring down at my chest like it’s the first pair he’s ever seen. We’ve not discussed our sexual history, thank fuck, but I highly doubt this is his first showing.

  With his hips pinning me to the wall, he palms my breasts. Then dropping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his hot, greedy mouth. My head bangs back against the wall, but I don’t feel anything other than the electric bolt that shoots straight between my legs.

  “Oh fuck, that’s good.”

  “Yeah?” he mumbles, smiling around my peak.

  “Yeah. Ooooh,” I groan as he begins licking around my breasts and nipping at the sensitive skin while pinching my other nipple almost painfully hard.

  Everything he’s doing feels incredible, but it’s not enough. My hips grind and he groans as I rub against him.

  “Harlow, fuck.” Every time he speaks, his voice is deeper, rougher, more desperate, and it only helps to feed my desire.

  I moan in frustration as his hands leave my heavy breasts in favor of my ass, but the second I’m pulled from the wall I know it’s going to be worth it.

  He walks us directly to the bed and drops me onto it. I bounce a couple of times and he watches in fascination before reaching out and pulling my panties down my legs. I lay before him, totally bare, but my lust and the remaining alcohol in my system stops me feeling exposed. I’m too desperate for what comes next to care that he’s the first man to stare at my naked body for longer than I’m willing to admit.

  His eyes pause for a second on my breasts before he makes his way down over my stomach, hips, and all the way to my knees.

  I’m enjoying the tingles his stare brings, but his eyes on me alone aren’t enough. As he slowly starts to make his way back up, I lift my feet to the bed and spread my knees.

  “Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes flying to my core.

  He drops to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drags me to the edge of the bed.

  “I need you on my fucking tongue. Right now.”

  He’s barely finished the words before his fingers open me up and his tongue licks up the length of my core.

  “Oh shit.” My hands fist the sheets beneath me, and I fight the need to buck away from his mouth. I’m so sensitive that his leisurely strokes verge on being too much to handle.

  He must sense it because he keeps his movements slow and measured for the longest time, driving me higher and higher toward the mind-numbing bliss I’m desperate for.

  My hands release the sheets in favor of his hair. I pull, probably painfully, but now I can almost taste what’s coming for me, I need everything he’s got.

  One of his fingers teases my entrance and I moan his name, shamelessly pleading for more.

  “Corey, fuck. Please.”

  At my encouragement, his fingers dive inside me. My walls ripple around the invasion. It’s uncomfortable for a beat, but the second he bends them and finds that one special spot, I forget everything, even my own goddamn name as I fly towards ecstasy.

  “Oh God. Oh God,” I chant before a loud cry falls from my lips as I crash over the edge.

  I thrash about on the bed, but at no point do I release his hair and allow him to pull away from me.

  When I’ve finally come back to Earth, he strokes me a few more times, enticing a series of aftershocks to rock my body.

  “Fuck,” he mutters when he eventually emerges, his mouth glistening with my arousal.

  My chest heaves as I fight to get it under control, but watching him push his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and drop them to the floor doesn’t help one bit.

  His hard length springs free, and I’m powerless but to lick my lips as I stare at it.

  When I eventually rip my eyes away and back up to his face, I find a sexy smirk gracing his lips. He knows he looks good, and he knows I very much like what I see, but I don’t find the level of arrogance I’ve experienced in the past and that fills me with joy. I can only hope that’s a good thing.

  After collecting a condom from his pocket and dropping it to the bed beside me, he crawls between my legs, and, with his hands on my waist, he pushes me up the bed so he can settle.

  “Just one?” I ask confidently.

  “For now.”

  I don’t get to respond, because he leans over me and takes my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me slicker for him.

  My back arches as he teases my breasts before he heads south and plunges two fingers deep inside me.

  “So wet.”

  “So hard,” I counter, reaching down between us and wrapping my fingers around his steel length. His skin is burning hot but so smooth as I begin stroking him.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groans in my mouth before blindly reaching for the condom.

  Regretfully, he removes all touch as he rolls it down his shaft. A part of me wants to tell him to not bother—I know it’s reckless and stupid, but I can’t help it. That is, until I experience just how hot it is watching him work his cock.

  I bite down on my bottom lip and tilt my head to the side as he completes the simple task.

  “I’m going to watch you get yourself off one day.” I don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud until he replies.

  “Only if you do the same for me. I want to watch these delicate fingers work your pussy into a frenzy.” He takes one of my hands in his and laces our fingers together. He then lifts it above my head and begins teasing me with the tip of his cock. He circles my clit, drops to my entrance and pushes just a centimeter inside before pulling back again. It drives me fucking crazy, and if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by then that was his plan.

  He pushes inside me just that little bit more. My muscles contract, trying to pull him deeper, and he takes my other hand and lifts it to join the first.

  “Corey, please,” I beg. “Oh Jesus. Fuck,” I cry as he thrusts forward. One single move and he’s so incredibly deep inside me.

  He stretches me open in a way I barely remember, and it’s so fucking delicious it makes my eyes cross. He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me.

  “You’re fucking heaven, baby. Heaven.”

  He continues for a few more thrusts before his movements start to get more and more frenzied. Both our bodies are covered in a light sheen of sweat as the temperature of the room seems to explode as he moves against me.

  Taking both my hands in only one of his, he drops his fingers, first to my breasts and then down to my clit. That extra pleasure mixed with him hitting so deep inside me sends me headfirst into another blissful release.

  He groans out my name, the sound so erotic I immediately fall straight into my third orgasm before he twitches violently inside me.

  His weight drops onto me as we both try to catch our breath.

  “Wow.” He’s so breathless that the word is no more than a whisper.

  “Yeah,” I agree.

  “Again?” He doesn’t need to say it, I can feel his hardening cock already growing against me once more.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” He barks out a laugh before rolling onto his back and taking me with him.

  Chapter Eight

  Corey

  I stare up at her. Her once smooth and styled hair is a mess, her previously red lipstick is now smeared around her face, along with mine I would imagine, her chest heaves, and her nipples are pert and begging me to suck them into my mouth once again.

  This woman is surprising me at every turn. I was shocked to receive her message earlier; it turned out to be warranted because she wasn’t the one to send it. And I wasn’t expecting her to react to me just like she did last night. I half expected her to dismiss my sudden appearance, but that’s the furthest from what happened.

  I knew from the first moment I touched her that I couldn’t end tonight without getting insi
de her. I just had to hope she was having similar thoughts. But I never could have imagined this.

  She trails her fingertips down my chest and onto my abs. My muscles bunch and twitch as she moves, my cock hardening even more against her pussy. Her heat burns, and I have to clench my teeth in an attempt to stop myself thrusting up into her bare.

  It’s so fucking tempting to feel her skin on skin. But I can’t. I never, and I mean never, go bareback. I know all too well that the risk is too fucking high.

  “There are more condoms in my jeans pocket.”

  “You came out with a plan for me, huh?”

  “I used to be a boy scout.” Her brows furrow. “Always be prepared.”

  “Oh, right. Well, I’m grateful.” She climbs from my waist. I miss her weight immediately, but the sight of her arse as she walks to my discarded trousers and shoves her hand into the pocket makes up for it.

  She spins on her tiptoes, holding the condom packet between two of her fingers and smiles at me. If I weren’t already lying down, it would knock me on my fucking arse. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her red hair hangs haphazardly around her shoulders, her curves are sinful, and her smile and eyes do shit to me they really shouldn’t.

  No one needs to find their way into the darkness I hold in on a daily basis. I spend most of my time wishing I could escape it.

  “So, tell me,” she starts, slowly moving toward me. “Just how prepared are you?”

  “Well, enough to ensure you’re unable to walk in the morning.”

  “I think you’d better order us some room service then, if we’re in for a long night.”

  I stare at her, my chin dropped. Who is this woman and how was I lucky enough for her to fall into my lap last night?

  “Uh…” I say as I roll towards the phone. “Bottle of wine?”

  “On second thought.” She takes the phone before I get anywhere near it. “Hello, yes. Please could we get a bottle of Macallan.” If I thought I was shocked at her suggestion of room service, then I’m flabbergasted now. “Yeah, and do you do a smorgasbord of some sort?” She listens for a few seconds, allowing me to run my eyes over her. “Yeah, that’s great. Room 608. Just knock and leave it outside. Thank you.”

  She places the phone back before turning her eyes on me. The hunger in them makes my cock twitch. Fucking hell, I’ve had nowhere near my fill yet.

  Who is this woman? She seemed so shy, innocent even when I first met her last night, yet here she is, a red-headed vixen who’s rocking my fucking world.

  “You think we’ve got time for another before it arrives?”

  “Too fucking right, I do.” I hold my hand out for the condom, but she doesn’t hand it over. Her eyes flick down to my hard length and she licks her lips. “Be my guest.”

  I sit myself up against the headboard so I can watch. She climbs onto the bed and sits across my thighs as she rips the packet open using her teeth and pulls the condom out. Her delicate fingers roll the rubber all the way down my length like a pro, and the gentle touch is enough to have me craving my next release like a fucking junkie.

  Looking up at me through her lashes, she lifts up and guides me to her entrance.

  We both groan as she sinks down on me until she’s fully seated.

  I want to say that I’ve missed this feeling, but if I’m being honest with myself then I’m not sure it’s ever felt quite like this.

  Her walls ripple around me before she sits up and places her hands on my shoulders to give her some leverage.

  “Fuck,” I groan as she almost releases me before sinking back down. “Harlow, fuck.”

  She keeps moving, both of us finding our rhythm. My hands roam up her thighs and clamp down on her hips to help move her. As she gets closer to her release, her head falls back and she arches, thrusting her tits towards me.

  Releasing her hips, I take them in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers and making her moan in pleasure. The soft mewl is like music to my ears.

  “Oh God.” Her hips circle, taking exactly what she needs to get herself off, her pussy squeezing me impossibly tight.

  “Corey,” she cries as she begins tightening around me, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulders, dragging me right along with her.

  Dropping one hand, I press my fingertip to her clit and circle at the same speed she is with her hips. Only seconds later, she clamps down on me and makes the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard as she falls over the edge.

  She squeezes down on me so hard I’ve no choice but to give in to my orgasm. My cock twitches violently as I release everything I have on a loud groan.

  She falls down onto me moments before there is a knock at the door. Both our chests heave as we fight to catch our breaths and calm our racing hearts.

  “Perfect timing, Brit boy.” She winks at me before climbing off, swiping my shirt from the floor and going to collect our room service. Her legs look fucking unbelievable, sticking out the bottom of the fabric, and I can’t help but stare as she bends down to pick up what’s been left for us.

  If I thought the sight of her from behind wearing my shirt was incredible, then it’s nothing compared to when she comes back and walks towards me with the front hanging open, giving me just a hint of what I know is hiding behind it and the bottle of Macallan in her hand.

  She twists the top and lifts the neck to her lips, taking a large swig.

  “Umm… that’s good.” She holds the bottle out for me to have a drink. I almost pass it up to get another taste of her instead.

  The rest of the night is a haze of sex, whisky and orgasms. I swear I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven with this woman.

  It’s almost dawn before we fall onto the bed after having christened the shower and washed away the sweat and scent of sex that was clinging to both of us.

  I swear my head doesn’t even hit the pillow before I’m out like a light.

  When I wake a few hours later, the sun from the curtains we were apparently unable to close properly in our drunken stupor burns into my eyes and only serves to make the pounding at my temples worse.

  How much did we fucking drink last night?

  Thoughts of the woman I got to know very well fill my mind and I reach out to find her. What better way to push away this hangover than to slide inside her once again? Only, when I move my hand to the other side of the bed, I’m met with cold sheets.

  Dragging my eyes open, I look over to find what I already know is the case.

  She’s gone.

  Motherfucker.

  I roll onto my back and blow out a breath. So this is how it feels to be the one who’s humped and dumped?

  Something pulls at my chest. I tell myself that it’s just disappointment that I didn’t get to start my day with being inside her, but the reality is that I’m mostly just disappointed that she’s not here.

  After a few seconds, I push myself up so I’m sitting up against the giant padded headboard behind me and look around the room for any signs that she’s still here. I don’t expect to find any, and I’m proved right when there’s no evidence of me having had a roommate for a few hours.

  I guess it’s karma for all the women I’ve left barely minutes after getting what I came for. I can’t say it doesn’t sting though.

  With a sigh, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and move to stand, only my foot doesn’t hit the carpet first, it lands on the bottle of whisky. Reaching down, I lift it to find there’s not a drop left. How the hell did she make it out of here without me noticing when we consumed the entire bottle between us? She must have been trashed. I know I was.

  Placing it on the side, I notice all the empty wrappers and used condoms littering the floor.

  A smile pulls at one corner of my mouth. She and all her belongings may be gone, but there’s plenty to remind me that she was here, that last night wasn’t a very vivid dream.

  I make the most of the shower that is significantly better than the one in my flat. It could be a while before I e
xperience another this good, seeing as every penny I’m earning right now is going back home to my mum and sisters. They need it more than I do. I might have left them all behind but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about them.

  I tidy up the mess we made, and with one last look at the room where it all happened, I make my way down to reception to check out, leaving with only memories of her last night and my lingering hangover.

  I have my credit card ready, hoping like hell it won’t decline, but to my shock when I get to the front of the queue, I discover the room and our late-night delivery have already been paid for.

  Feeling a little used and abused by the red-headed vixen, I head out into the late morning sun and set about finding myself some food.

  Chapter Nine

  Harlow

  I sit surrounded by white fluffy bubbles as the hot water burns my skin and tears track down my cheeks, but I don’t cry. I can’t. I’m numb.

  My head throbs, reminding me of the colossal mistake I made last night and the whisky that fueled it. I never should have agreed to go to that hotel with him. Being inside that small room brought out a side of me that I’d rather never meet again. The weak girl who’d do anything for a distraction.

  It worked. I forgot about my daily stresses, about what I’m about to face with my aunt, and my past that haunts every second of my life. All of it was gone with one skilled kiss and caress of his fingers. But that’s not how it should be. That’s how I used to deal with things. I’m stronger, or at least I hoped I was.

  Everyone keeps telling me that I’m a different person now. But one thing goes wrong in my life and I fall back into old habits. Habits that took too long to break and a lifetime to regret.

  I’m done with regrets. I’ve got a truckload that weigh me down on a daily basis. I do not need any more. Especially any that include a smooth-talking man with an addictive British accent.

  Everything was fine until he rolled over and fell asleep. I was perfectly distracted, he took me away from everything that’s been eating at me, but then it was over and all that was left was the girl I hated.