Page 5 of Under the Ink

Every once in a while, a fan would simply drop to her knees, unzip his pants, and go to town on him, convincing him that he’d just received the best blowjob of his life.

Like there was such a thing as a bad one.

So he wanted to give this girl—Amber?—the opportunity to decide for herself.

“Haven’t you ever fucked before?”

Mmm-hmm. Exactly like he’d thought initially. He didn’t like to call girlssluts, because his sister had lectured him about that more times than he could count. In situations where he thought as much, he could hear her voice in his head:Women want sexual freedom just as much as men do, and taking control of that doesn’t mean there should be anything shameful about it.

His sister had taken it to the extreme, however—choosing intentionally to have a child without a man in the picture.

Sage definitely didn’t want kids from the deal…but he could get down with a woman who felt free and uninhibited.

So he’d play along. “Why? What would you do to me if I was a virgin?”

A naughty smile spread over her bright-red lips as her eyes raked over his body. He’d have to tell Jimmy later that the man’s taste was impeccable.

“Hmm. WhatwouldI do? I have so many wicked ideas…but I think I’d start here.” Wrapping one hand around Sage’s neck, she led him to her lips where her tongue immediately darted out to lick him. Placing her other hand on his chest, she slid it quickly down to his cock and massaged his bulge. “Oh, Ilikethat,” she muttered against his lips.

As if to emphasize it, Sage pushed himself against her hand. Even the muted touch through the denim drove him up a fucking wall. One word fluttered through his brain:control.

You got this, man.

The primal urge to grind against her was powerful, but he resisted. Although he wouldn’t have to romance and coax this woman, he still needed to keep himself from exploding until they were actually engaged in the real deal.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to pull her hand off.

Her mouth had a faint taste of rum, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, but he wasn’t about to stop. He could feel the blood rushing from his head to his cock like a bullet train as he breathed in her musky perfume. Goddamn…he’d already determined in the space of thirty seconds that she was not the kind of girl he’d want to spend more time with, but she was exactly what he needed right now.

Grabbing her ass cheeks, one in each hand, he pulled her close. When she slid her hand off his cock and ran it up his chest, he lifted her while she wrapped her legs around him.

He could practically fuck her right now—and he just might.

Her little pleated red-and-black plaid skirt didn’t cover her at all, and the way the rubber heel of her boots dug into his back felt like an aphrodisiac. If he wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t even wearing panties.

Jesus H. Christ.

Turning around, he pressed her against the wall so it could assist him in holding her up. He was gonna fuck the shit out of her right here and now, no foreplay, no messing around.

But he needed to put on a condom first.

No kids. No germs. No regrets.

Pressing his lips to hers again, he reached into his front pocket where he’d tucked a couple of Trojans earlier. In the meantime, she’d tilted her pelvis so she could continue grinding against him, making it difficult to concentrate.

It was then that he heard a scream coming from Jimmy’s bedroom.

Not entirely unusual but…

Breaking away from the kiss, Amber asked, “Do they usually engage in rough play?”

“No idea. I don’t think that’s Jimmy’s usual thing, though.”

“Should we—”

No, he wasn’t going to fucking interrupt unless it sounded dangerous.

The woman in the other room started screaming again, louder and unmistakably stressed, almost as if she were in a horror movie.

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