Page 17 of Fallen Ink

He quickly pulled the condom out of his back pocket that he’d put there since he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back from Adrienne for too long, then turned her around so her breasts were against the wall in front of them. He quickly sheathed himself with the condom and shucked his pants down to his knees so he’d have more freedom to move.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathy. “I thought you wanted to play with my tits.”

He moved her hair out of the way and sucked on her mouth. “Your nipples are already wet and cherry red from my mouth.” He pressed her top harder into the wall as he slid his other hand in front of her so he could undo her jeans. “How do they feel against the coolness of the wall? Can you feel every inch of yourself, wet and aching?”

Her head fell back, and he licked the other side of her neck. “You’re diabolical. Now get that cock inside me.”

When her pants and panties were down below her luscious ass, he slid his cock between her cheeks and thrust. “One day, I’m going to take this ass of yours. Is it cherry? Because I damn well hope so, baby. I want to be the first inside you, the first taking you in every way possible.”

“Just get in me already.” She paused. “Not my ass. Not…not yet. But inside my pussy? Yes, let’s do that.”

She moved her head to the side so he could capture her lips, then pulled back, spreading her from behind so he could slam into her wet heat with one thrust. She clamped down around him, and they both froze, his body breaking out in a sweat just from the feel and temptation of her.

“Oh, damn,” she moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “I forgot how big you are.”

“Am I stretching you?” he growled. “Stretching that tight pussy? Are you going to have to walk carefully tomorrow so no one knows you let my big, fat cock into that cunt of yours?” He thrust in and out of her, tiny strokes that sent heat up his spine and down to his balls.

“I never knew you were such a dirty talker, Mace.”

He kissed her again, increasing his speed as he fucked her hard into the wall. “Turns out there’s more to know about me, Addi. Want to give it a try?”

She blinked at him, her cheek pressed into the wall along with the rest of her as he pounded into her sweet body. “I, uh…yes? Yes, I want to try.”

Mace swallowed hard then dug his fingers into her hips as he sped up, her ass pressed out, meeting him thrust for thrust until they were both calling out each other’s names, their limbs shaking as they came. Her pussy spasmed around him almost painfully, and he knew she’d be sore tomorrow from the way he’d taken her. And though he never wanted to hurt her, the idea that she’d be marked in some way by his touch made him want to fuck her all over again. He was a caveman through and through right then, but then he remembered the fact that he still bore her marks on his back, a sign that he wasn’t the only one who wanted to claim.

They stood there, his cock still deep inside her, leaning against the wall as they both fought to catch their breaths.

“Did we just…did we just say we’re trying this?” she whispered. “Or was that just me saying it?”

He slowly pulled out of her so he could turn her around. This was a conversation they needed to face each other for. “It wasn’t just you, but…” He swallowed hard. “I told you before, we can’t ruin what we have.”

She reached out and cupped his jaw. They were both mostly naked, though for some reason he still had his shirt on, and he still had the used condom on his cock. They couldn’t have looked more awkward, yet he didn’t care, not when what they were saying meant so much more than what position they were currently in.

“Then we don’t ruin it. We keep doing what we’re doing.”

“Best friends who have great sex?” he asked cautiously. “Because we can’t say there’re no feelings. There will always be feelings when it’s the two of us.”

“Feelings, yes. But we can make sure we don’t go into anything with more promises than we’re willing to keep.”

He lowered his head, pressing his mouth to hers. “Just you and me then. Whatever this is, however long we add this part to who we are, just you and me.” The idea of her with another man right then made him want to scream, and that was something he was going to have to think about when he was alone. Because there was no such thing as casual sex, not when it came to the two of them.

“Deal.” She looked down between them and grinned. “And I guess we should clean up because we don’t really look like we’re doing inventory, do we.”

“I could make a joke about taking your inventory, but that seems a little crass, even for me.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest so he backed up, careful not to trip over his pants since they were still around his ankles.

“Just don’t leave the condom in the trashcan in here. Kind of hard to keep what we have just between us if we’re leaving sperm everywhere.”

He shook his head and took care of the condom as he dressed, his eyes on her movements as she put herself back to rights. Once again, he knew they were most likely making a mistake, but he didn’t say anything. His craving for Adrienne was becoming an obsession, and that was something he had to work through—mistake or no.

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The next morning should have been more awkward than it was, but for some reason, they were acting as if nothing had happened all the while Mace knew something was different. If he hadn’t been confused before, he sure as hell was now.

Shep was already working on a tattoo that would probably take the whole day and was in the zone. He had music in one ear while his client slept since it was a back tattoo and, apparently, some people could sleep through anything as soon as the endorphins hit.

Ryan was coming in later for the closing shift and was really working well as part of their core group. It didn’t always work out that way. Their old shop hadn’t had the cohesive unit this one had, but Ryan was not only talented, he was also quickly becoming their friend.

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