Page 6 of Chasing Ink (House of Ink #3)

Can’t I Get What I Want

S kye

I lay awake playing Alistair’s words over in my head. I know what I want, what I have always wanted, but perhaps I’m being unfair. I don’t even know if he wants me and I’ve been pressuring him into all of this.

Standing, I grab my robe and cinch it tightly to cover the fact that I am only wearing panties underneath.

I open the door and do a quick scan, all the surrounding bungalows are dark, and no one is outside.

I make a run for it heading toward his bungalow.

I knock softly but the door swings open on its own accord.

Stepping into the darkened room, I take a moment to allow my eyes to adjust.

He is lying in the center of the bed, wearing a pair of dark green silk boxers and I take a moment to admire him. Dark swirls of ink cover his legs, torso, and chest. There are smaller pops of color in between but not too many. The little baby doll he has tattooed over his heart makes me smile.

“You’re staring,” his voice is soft and sleep laden as it comes out of the dark.

“You’re fun to look at.”

He smirks and pats the space beside him, but I shake my head. “You wanted me to be sure, but I need to ask you something first. I need you to be brutally honest, Ali. Even if you think the answer will hurt me.”

He flicks on the lamp and sits upright, his gaze tracking my every move. Nervous energy flows through me and I can’t be still for a single second.

“Are you in love with me?”

His expression is stone as he stares at me. “No.” I turn to walk away before I start crying again but he grabs my wrist and pulls me against his chest. “I’m not in love with you, Skye. I love you.”

“What?” I’m frowning as I look up at him.

“In love is what kids do before they realize what real love is. It’s fleeting and easy to give up. That’s not what this is. I love you and I am sure as shit not giving you up.”

I nod, biting into my bottom lip. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

“Like anything with you ever is,” he jokes with a roll of his eyes. “If I didn’t think I could do it I would have let you walk away.”

I stare at him because I seem to do that a lot before I smile. “You haven’t asked me.”

He gives me a cocky grin before he kisses me quick and hard. “I don’t have to, baby doll. I know you love me.”

“Arrogant bastard.”

“And now I’m your arrogant bastard.”

I kiss him deeply, passionately, letting him feel all the emotions I have held back. His hands roam down my side and grab my hips, pulling me ever closer against his chest.

“I should leave,” I mumble against his lips.

He makes a disapproving sound before holding me at arm’s length. “Really? I just told you I love you and you think I’m sleeping alone tonight? You’re mistaken if that’s the case, woman.”

I blink up at him, taking in the lust scrawled across his features for the first time. His erection is tenting his boxers, and I lick my lips. I undo the sash of my robe and allow it to fall to the floor, leaving me nearly naked beneath his gaze. Slowly I lower to my knees in front of him.

“Skye...”

“You still need to teach me,” I say, cutting him off. “Except, now you know you’re teaching me to satisfy you and only you.”

“Goddamn straight. You were always meant to be mine.”

He takes a step forward, cupping my chin.

He lowers his boxers with the other hand allowing his cock to spring fee.

Fuck. This thing is massive. I have no idea how I will get it in my mouth much less my vagina.

It’s long, probably seven inches, and thick with an angry red crown.

Pre-cum coats the tip, and I lean forward and lap it up.

Alistair hisses above me, his hand tangling in my hair.

“What do I do?” I ask.

“Whatever the fuck you want.” His reply is guttural.

Seeing him this way has my pussy fluttering.

I lean forward and lick him slowly from root to tip earning a moan that shoots straight to my clit.

Using my tongue, I circle the tip twice before taking him into my mouth and sucking lightly.

His hips shoot forward an inch and I know that he wants more. But then again, so do I.

I push forward, taking as much as I can before I gag and recede, repeating the motion several times and taking more and more of his erection.

“Fuck, that’s pretty.” My gaze shoots up to meet his. He is staring at me where I kneel, only three quarters of his cock in my mouth and spit slipping out the side. “You’re doing so good, baby doll.”

His words of praise set something inside me on edge and I want—no I need —to hear more. Keeping our gazes locked, I take another inch into my mouth, pushing past the urge to gag as tears burn my eyes.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, applying pressure to the back of my head. “Almost there.”

I breathe through my nose and push forward slowly until my forehead touches his abdomen. I hold the position for a few seconds before I pull away and do it again. I pick up a bit more speed every time I repeat the action, slowly getting used to the invasion all the way in the back of my throat.

“Good girl,” he says again, thrusting his hips shallowly, fucking my face. “But you need to stop.”

I make a sound of disagreement without stopping my ministrations. But Alistair has other plans. Using my hair, he pulls me off his cock and gazes down at me with an indecipherable look in his eyes.

“Get on the bed, Skye.”

Fuck. That’s hot. I love it when he tells me what to do. I’ve always called him bossy, but the truth is it does funny things to my insides. I don’t hesitate, moving toward the bed.

“On your back.” I hear him in my ear as I bend over. “I want to see your face when I take you the first time.”

A full body shiver works its way through my body as I do what he says. Alistair uses his big hands to push my thighs apart as he crawls over me.

“I’m not using a condom,” he says lowly, his fingers tracing my slit. “All our rules are already out the window.”

“I’m not on the pill or anything,” I say softly, praying he won’t change his mind and stop, but he needs to know.

He presses his forehead against my chest and breathes deeply. “I need you to be quiet, baby doll,” he says between gritted teeth.

“Why?”

He chuckles darkly. “Because you don’t know what kind of animal you’re poking at.

” He lifts his head and smiles at me. But this isn’t a normal smile—no, this is something dark.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk for the rest of this damn trip and make sure I put a baby in your belly before we ever tell your brother the truth. ”

“Oh, God,” the words are a moan as they fall from my lips, my hips lifting from the bed.

“Fuck, woman... Why did your little pussy just get wetter?”

“Ali. Please.”

He notches his cock to my entrance and starts pushing in slowly. “Look at me, Skye.” He waits until I do before he continues talking. “The first time is going to hurt and not just because you’re a virgin.” He slips further into me. “You’re so much smaller than me. And your pussy is so tight...”

He stops talking as a tear slips from my eye. He stops moving, his entire body turning to stone. I know that he is trying to keep me from hurting but the longer he takes, the longer the pain is going to last, and it stings like a motherfucker.

I catch him off guard, wrapping my legs around his waist and lifting my hips off the bed, impaling myself on his thick length. A squeak falls from my lips once he is fully seated inside me. Both of us are breathing hard but neither of us moves an inch.

“Fuck” he grits out. “Why would you do that?”

“You were taking too long.”

He shakes his head, withdrawing his cock, slowly, treacherously, before pushing back in.

His lips are on my breast, kissing, licking, and nibbling.

The sting fades and soon all I feel is full.

And bursts of pleasure as his cock rubs against my inner walls.

A moan falls from my lips, and he smiles widely.

“Yes, baby doll. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

“Please,” I beg, not knowing what I want or need. “Please.”

He strokes into me with more force, and I swear I see stars. My orgasm is already barreling down on me, and we’ve barely started. Alistair moves back, abandoning my breast to sit upright. He looks down at the spot where we are joined and I swear it makes something feral in him come to life.

His hips snap forward, and my breasts bounce violently on my chest. He picks up speed and force, spearing into me with vigor. My orgasm explodes, my pussy spasming as he curses above me.

“Fuck!” He continues to fuck me through my orgasm. “You take my cock so well, Skye. I’m going to mold this pussy to take only me.”

His words are dark and possessive and exactly what I want to hear. Tilting my hips up, I invite him to follow through on what he said.

“Make me yours,” I mewl. “Please, Ali.”

My words send him over the edge, and he pummels into me with abandon. I know I am going to hurt in the morning, but I don’t give a shit right now. I want him, like this, unreserved and unfiltered, unfuckinghinged just for me.

His thumb finds my clit and strums it harshly, tearing a scream from deep within my chest.

“Come for me, Skye. Milk my cock and let me fill you with my cum.”

The darkly possessive promise falling from his tongue sends me over the edge into a second screaming orgasm. He loses his rhythm but doesn’t stop stroking into me and a second later I feel his cock kick before his entire body goes stiff.

He holds himself in place for long moments, nothing but our harsh breathing breaking the silence, before he moves. He falls down beside me before lifting me onto his chest. A moment later, his semi erection is inside me once more.

I mewl, not sure I could take another round, and he chuckles.

“Go to sleep, baby doll. I just want to be inside you.”