Page 75 of Bound By Ink

I love the way he melts for me, the way his body trembles under my touch. The way his eyes flutter closed when I lean closer. I slide my tongue over his, and his arms wrap around me. His leg lifts, resting over mine, and my cum slides out of him, onto my leg.

“Let me clean you up.”

“Don’t. I like it.” He bites his lip. “I love it. I love the feeling of you all over me.”

I groan, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He crushes his lips to mine, his tongue forces its way inside, and he lifts his body over mine, shoving my shoulder back, pushing me onto my back so he’s lying on my body. He smiles down at me.

“You make me feel powerful.” His lips skate over mine, and my arms wrap around him, holding him against me. My hands roam, gripping his ass and grinding him into me. My dick twitches between us as his digs into my stomach.

“You’re gonna be the death of me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

I roll us over, so I’m lying on top of him, staring into his beautiful face. I kiss his cheek, and his mouth chases mine. But I pull back.

“You hungry?”

“For you?”

I chuckle. “No, dirty boy.” I flick him in the forehead. “For food.”

He flushes, but nods. “I could eat.” I pull him up from the bed, crashing his body to mine,

“Shower.” I turn, tugging him behind me, both naked as we stroll into the bathroom.

I turn the tap on before climbing in and pulling him in behind me, caging him against the wall. He yelps at the cold tiles against his back, thrusting against me before sliding his arms around my shoulders, pushing me into the warm water until my back hits the tiles on the opposite side. I grin into his smile. Lazily, we kiss, our hands roaming over each other. I grab the soap, and we lather each other up, scrubbing every inch, paying particular attention to all my favourite parts.

I lather soap over his neck, rinsing it, then kissing it, licking and nipping at him. I slip my hands between us. I rub my soapy fingers down his stomach. I slide my hands around his dick, and he groans. I rub and stroke him, allowing the water to rinse him before I drop to my knees, staring up at him. His hand grips my hair. I smirk at him before I wrap my lips around him, grinning into his dick. His head falls back, and pure ecstasy passes over his features. Knowing I put that there makes me love him more than I thought possible.

My hand roams up to his stomach, pinning him against the wall as I lick and nip at his length. The weight of his dick in my hand, against my lips, makes my hips buck into the air. I grunt and moan around his thick length as it pushes in and out of my mouth. His hold tightens in my hair and quickens my speed, moving my mouth harder around his dick. His legs tense. His body shakes, and he calls out my name as he comes down my throat. The force of it makes me gag as I try to suck it down until there’s nothing left, and his legs start to give.

I slide up him and pin him against the wall, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, panting like he ran a marathon. I kiss him. He stutters a breath as he tries to lift his arms around me. I pick him up. His legs shake before wrapping around me, and his head rests against my shoulder. I grip him tight, carrying him out into the bedroom. I lay him on the bed and head back to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and turning off the shower.

When I get back into the bedroom, his light snores fill the room, and I pat his skin dry. I pull the covers around him, and he snuggles down, gripping the fabric. There’s a faint smile on his face. I slide my fingers over his cheek. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I grab my sweats from the drawers, tug them on, and head to the kitchen. He’s gonna be starving when he wakes up.

Scott

Chapter 42

Groaning, I roll over. My eyes flutter open, and I sit up. My eyes widen; confusion spreads through me for a second before I flop back on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief.

I’m at Killian’s, in his bed. With a smile, I stretch. The tightness in every muscle feels delicious. I can’t get rid of my grin. I love every ache. Looking down at my body, there are small marks peppered across my skin. Love bites around my cock and thighs. I’ve no doubt my neck is littered, too. I take a deep breath, smelling something divine.

I grab my glasses off the bedside table. After standing and stretching out every muscle, I walk over to the drawers and grab a pair of Killian’s boxers and a T-shirt. The boxers hang from my legs, but cling to my hips barely. I slip the T-shirt over my head, and it’s like a dress, but I don’t care. I step into the kitchen. I lean against the wall, watching him effortlessly move around. I cross my arms over my body as I watch the man of my dreams create a meal like a chef. It’s a glimpse of a future I could have. He’s all I ever wanted. And now something’s changed, and hewants me, too. I step into the room, slide my arms around his waist, and kiss his shoulder.

His hand rests over mine, and I lean my cheek against his back, smiling into the hug. He places the spoon down, and his body turns in my grasp, locking his arms around me, and kissing my head.

“Hey, Nerd,” he whispers into my hair as he kisses me again.

“Hey.” I grin, chasing his mouth.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Have you met you?” I smile at him. “You’re a man’s wet dream.”

The laugh that bursts out of him pebbles my skin and curls my toes. Groaning, I lift onto my tiptoes for a kiss. He lifts me, and I yelp as he carries me a few steps across the kitchen, setting my ass on the counter. I can’t help but smile at him and realise I’ve never felt so happy and confident.

“Hungry?”