Fragments alabaster peni.., p.32
Fragments (Alabaster Penitentiary Book 4), page 32
“No,” I rumble, as casually as I can pull off right now. “Lots of people like the feeling of getting tattooed. In some weird way, the pain is relaxing.”
He blinks at me. And this time when I start back up again, I feel his fingers brushing my side… moving around to my lower back.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I’m trying to push past it and focus. But the more I grind my inky needle into his perfectly creamy skin, the more his fingertips press into me. I think the sensation of it is getting to him… but not in a bad way.
If anything, he’s enjoying this a lot. As evident when he starts subtly writhing on me.
A breath escapes me when his hipbone shifts over my cock.
“Are you…” I lose my grungy words for a moment to the throb in my pants. “Uncomfortable?” Lex peels his eyes open to stare up at me, the green shimmering as he slowly shakes his head. “Do you want to move?”
“Um…” His voice shivers, and now I’m really sweating. My left hand slides from where I’m holding him in place, down to gently cup his pectoral. I stifle a groan at how fucking hard his nipple is. “Ren…”
“Mm…?” I murmur, lost in tattooing him while rubbing his nipple tenderly beneath my palm.
God, that’s good… Feel it, baby…
“I… mmff…” A needy hum slips out, and his lashes flutter.
“Tell me, love,” I whisper, being swept out to sea by this is feeling. I know this isn’t supposed to be about fooling around, but he’s burning up on my lap… Hips flicking. Not enough movement to mess me up, but he’s definitely squirming like he just can’t help himself. “I told you, it’s okay to like it…”
I hear a small whimper as my hand leaves his chest long enough to slide up his sternum, fingers grazing the base of his throat.
“Ren…” he whines my name, raspy and unfettered. “I’m… aching.”
I suck in a breath. Fuck me sideways.
I can tell he doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way, but he wants more. It’s classic Lex behavior, just like that first time we hooked up, right here in this exact spot.
His rational mind hates not being able to identify these lustful cravings.
“Does it hurt?” I ask softly, dragging the cloth over his ribcage in a slow caress, smearing away black ink.
“It’s n-not that…” he stutters, a pink blush rising up in his face.
Rolling my lip between my teeth, my eyes fall below his waist, quaking at the sight of his big, beautiful cock, all hard and tenting his pants. My gaze moves back to his face, where he’s burying it in the pillow to avoid looking at me. To hide that flush of embarrassment I love oh-so much.
“Lexington…” I hum, touching his pulse as it jumps in his neck. “Look at me, gorgeous.” He shakes his head. “Please?” He shakes it again. Goddamnit, stubborn boy… “Fine. You can keep your eyes closed.”
Tugging his jaw, I free his face from the pillow just enough to tease his lips. The second my fingertips brush them, they part. And his tongue peeks out, licking them slowly.
“Jesus…” I rasp, pausing the tattooing to gently stuff two fingers inside his mouth.
He takes them willingly, a satisfied mewl vibrating around my index and middle fingers as he sucks on them, moving his mouth to get them deeper while his tongue slides and my cock fills.
“You wanna suck on my dick like this, don’t you?” I breathe, proceeding to carve him with ink while he groans and throats my fucking fingers like the naughtiest virgin I’ve ever had the immense pleasure of being teased to death by. Of course he doesn’t answer me with words, but his own fingers slink under my shirt. “Don’t play games with me, Lexington. I know you can feel how hard this is making me…”
He breathes through his nose, shifting his hips again to rub himself on me. I can’t even take it anymore.
I’m going to explode.
Tugging my fingers from his mouth, I drag them down to his chest, making a wet circle around his left nipple. I flick over it gently, massaging it, pulling, squeezing and toying until he’s whining out the purest need.
“Take my cock out,” he croaks as soon as I lift the needle. “Please, Ren, I’m so fucking hard too…”
“God, baby, you’re ruining me,” I rush out, shoving his pants down so his giant erection can poke out, head all swollen pink and dripping. “Look at you…”
“Keep going,” he pleads, pushing his bare cock into my waist. “Give me more ink, please…”
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” I breathe, readying the gun. “I wanna make you feel—”
My words dissolve when he grinds on my lap once more, drawing out an aching pulse of slick arousal that wets my pants.
Fuck, I could come like this… He could actually make me come just writhing around on my lap. Sweet, flushed little virgin, holy fuck…
I can barely think, but I somehow manage to dunk the needle into the ink and carve into him, as steadily as my hand can manage when all I want to do is roll him over and slide my ass down on that big dick.
“You have such a pretty cock, sweet love,” I swoon, etching his skin while teasing his nipple with my free hand, watching his dick leak all over me. “It feels good, doesn’t it? The hurt while I touch you like this…”
He nods fast. “Your mouth… Ren, I want it so bad…” As soon as I lift the needle up again, he curls around me, lifting my shirt more to press kisses all along my side. I fucking losing it here… “Will you kiss me… on my cock?”
“Baby, you’re being so fresh.” The hoarseness in my voice betrays my admonishing words. “What about the tattoo?”
“You can suck and ink at the same time,” he purrs. “If anyone can…”
There’s zero rhyme or reason for me to protest.
Lex wants my mouth… Lex gets my mouth.
I quickly tug my shirt off because I’m burning alive, then shift him a bit, scooting down to lay by his side. I’m sure I’m spilling ink all over the bed, but I don’t even care. Holding his waist in my hands, I brush my lips over his nipples first, those needy little points waiting to be sucked as much as his cock.
The second I have one in my mouth, he’s sighing and rubbing his erection desperately on my abs, yanking my hair in his fists.
“Uhhh… fuck, why does that feel so… good?” He gasps, legs spreading, toes curling.
Humming with his nipple between my lips, I suck harder, feathering and flicking his peaked flesh, biting and pulling it almost viciously with my teeth. I don’t know what it is about his chest, but I could spend hours playing with him like this. I’m so turned on, my boxers are soaked with precum.
Finally leaving his nipples wet and sore, I slide down his abs to his cock, curling my tongue around the tip. I lap up his flavor hungrily, his moaning above my head nearly doing me in.
I pull my mouth off just long enough to scrape a few more symbols into his side. Then it’s back onto his dick, gliding him between my lips, giving him my best slow suction. Deeper, rougher. I want this head to feel so good it hurts.
“R-Ren… God, that’s so fucking good, baby…” He threads his fingers in my hair, pushing himself into my throat. “More.”
I let him fuck my mouth before slurping off his sweet dick with a pop. “You like this, wicked boy? I’m making you feel good, huh…”
Dipping the needle, I decorate him with more ink. Keeping still long enough for me to work must be driving him nuts. Because the second I lift the needle, he groans, grabbing my head and shoving me back onto his dick.
“I missed your fucking mouth…” he growls shakily, and I’m fucking flying. “So, so bad. I missed how warm and wet it is, and how your tongue slithers around like… uhhmff like that.”
Fuck yea… Goddamn, I love sucking him.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve sucked his cock. Too many other meaningless cocks pumping between my lips when all I’ve wanted is this cock. This long, thick, solid hunk of velvet-wrapped stone that just fits so perfectly in my mouth.
I missed the way he shudders and holds my hair. The way his knees shake and his abs clench. All of it and then some.
I could lick, suck, kiss, worship this cock every day for the rest of my life and still never get enough.
Letting him go, I drag my teeth gently underneath his head until he’s trembling, moving down to kiss his nuts. I’m barely done sucking one between my lips as I’m digging the needle into his side again, keeping my hand from shaking as best I can.
“Baby, I’m gonna come so soon…” he whines. “You’re gonna make me come like this. It’s too… fucking… much.”
“I know, naughty boy,” I croon, holding him still for some of his last ink. “You can’t help spilling all over me, can you?”
“No… I c-can’t. Uhh, babe… b-baby, come with me.” He gazes down at me, all flushed and desperate for his orgasm. “I wanna w-watch you… come.”
“Yea?” I groan.
“Mhm…”
“You want me to come all over your pretty cock?”
“Fuck yea,” he whimpers.
“Can you wrap your fist around me, baby?”
He nods, shaky fingers slipping inside my pants to grasp my dick. He starts pulling on it, slow and hard, just like he used to when he didn’t know how to touch a dick that wasn’t his own. Like he’s not sure how it’ll work, but he’s too impatient and greedy to care.
Thrusting into his hand, I put the finishing touches on his tattoo, biting my lip raw to keep my hand from trembling. Lex moans, lying still for me until I’m done.
But as soon as I am, I lunge at him, whipping everything out of the way as ink spills on my fingers. I grab him by the jaw, smearing black marks on his face.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I growl, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth while fucking his fist hard. “Such a needy thing… trying to distract me. Make me fuck up your ink…”
“You… d-didn’t tell me it would feel so… good,” he shivers.
“I always knew you liked my hurt, baby boy,” I rumble in between kissing him deep, our tongues lashing and tasting while he pushes his cock against mine.
“You… it’s just you, sweet flame,” he mewls, grabbing my hands and dragging them down to his chest, leaving smudges of black ink on his pale skin, like the sexiest mess ever. “You make me crazy.”
“I missed you so bad…” I breathe, feeling like I could cry, this is so damn good.
Everything with him is incredible. Just kissing Lexington, being touched by him, will get me off better than being fucked by a million aggressive men who aren’t him.
He’s all I want. He’s always been… All of it.
“Come on me,” he pleads on a growly whisper.
“Where?”
“My dick…”
“You want me to soak your big dick, sweet love?”
He cries out loud. “Yes, please, Ren… fucking bust for me, baby.”
“You want me to lick it all off, then suck the cum out of your cock?”
“Mmffuckyesss…”
“Make me come, baby boy. Show me how you get me off…”
He sounds like he might get there first, and it pushes me over the edge. I hump up to his hand once, twice, three more times, and then I erupt.
His tight fist slowly milks my orgasm all over his throbbing cock, drenching it in hot spurts while he pants and purrs, watching with stars in his eyes. My brain is swirling and twirling, an electric buzz flowing in my veins as ragged moans fill the room.
My balls are officially empty.
Fucking damn, that was a lotta cum…
Dropping below his waist in a daze, I lick it all up, stuffing his cock into my mouth and sucking my flavor off of him like a fiend.
“Keep it in your mouth,” he whispers, and my drunken gaze lifts. His cheeks are pink as fuck, smattered with black smudges, eyelids drooping. A fucking masterpiece, this kid. “Leave your cum in your mouth and suck my dick with it.”
God, he’s so deliciously dirty. I love when his innocence flips to filthy lust for me.
“Baby, fffuck, suck my cock,” he groans, fisting my hair. “Suck it with all that slippery cum in your mouth…”
He’s so very unleashed right now, it has me thrusting my tired dick against his leg because I just can’t get enough. I feel him stiffen, swelling up between my lips while I’m bobbing on him furiously, chasing my reward.
Then he sobs, and shudders, shooting off all inside my mouth, feeding me his decadent flavor I’ve missed so fucking much.
“Ren… Ren, Ren… God, Ren, my sweet, perfect flame, you fuck me so good with that mouth.” His hand glides down around my throat and he holds it while I swallow, my Adam’s apple sliding in his palm.
I’m destroyed, rocked to rubble like ten goddamn points on the Richter scale by this boy.
He seems so into this… Into me.
He fucking wants me again… I know he does.
Eventually, everything evens out, and while I’d love to keep his dick in my mouth forever, I pull off of him with a satisfied hum. Squirming up to lie in front of him, I hold his neck and press a super soft kiss on his lips; only one. But when I go to pull away, he grabs my jaw and kisses me more, deeper, like he’s not done.
“This doesn’t mean anything…” Lex whispers hoarsely. I think he’s losing his voice, and it’s so fucking hot. “We’re not getting back together, okay?”
I grin on his lips, grazing his face with my black fingertips. “Whatever you say, my sexy little mess.”
“Shut up,” he growls, though he’s not stopping with the kisses, totally undermining his words. “I just… wanted this. I wanted you to make me… come. That’s all.”
“So you’re using me for orgasms now?” My hands slide down to rest on his chest, thumbs circling his nipples. “Do friends do that?”
“I don’t… Who knows,” he breathes, then whines. “Stop touching me there. It feels too intense.”
“Sorry, baby.” I pout.
Not sorry. Not even a little.
“Ren, don’t fuck with me, okay?” he breathes over my mouth. “I’m confused right now… I don’t know what I’m doing with you.”
“Please,” I huff. “You’ve been confused about us since we met, because you’re always running from what you want. Just keep doing what feels good, and we’ll both be happy.”
Lex blinks at me. “I won’t…” I bite the inside of my cheek. I don’t like where this is going. “When it feels too good to be true, it’s because it is, Warren.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just stare at him with a desperate itch beneath my skin to somehow keep us together. He’s totally justified in not wanting to give me another chance… I get that. But it still feels shitty. Because if I wasn’t such a fuck-up, we could do it all… Hook up and be together, like he wants.
At least, he used to want it…
Lex pulls away from me, reacquainting himself with reality. And rather than continuing down this dark path of our tumultuous relationship, he checks the fresh tattoo on his ribcage.
Biting his lip, he peeks at me. “It came out good.”
I stifle my smile. “You like it?” He nods. “I did a pretty great job considering you were sexually harassing me the whole time…”
I show him a teasing smirk, and he scowls. “Not my fault at all. You like… hypnotized me or something. You gave me the tattoo in a spot you knew would feel really good…”
I chuckle, touching his jaw. “You’re so cute, I wanna kiss the life out of you.”
Yanking his pants up, he rubs his eyes. “Enough, Ren.” He crawls off the bed, glaring down at me. “I’m serious. This can’t keep happening.”
“You sure about that?” I raise my brow.
And although I know he wants to stay fighting it, all he’s doing is blinking at me, staring at my mouth. He clears his throat and shakes his head. “What do I do with the tattoo? To take care of it…?”
“Just put some of this stuff on it for the first week,” I tell him, pointing at the Aquaphor.
He nods, then goes quiet for a moment. “Ren…?” I tilt my head. “Did you plan this? I mean, is this why you brought me in here… to fool around?”
I grab his hand in mine, placing his palm flat over my heart. “I didn’t plan it, Lex. Because I am trying to be your friend. But I’m also trying not to lie to you… Being able to kiss you and touch you and do all the amazing, dirty things we should be doing together makes me insanely happy. I’m not manipulating you, and I’m not trying to coerce you into something. I just really miss the fuck out of you, every minute of every day. That’s it, love. That’s the truth. Do with that information what you will. But just know, every moment I’m with you… is fireworks over the ocean.”
He blinks at me, eyes boring into mine with that beautiful shade of green that’s stolen my breath since the first time I saw it…
The boy with stormy seas in his eyes… Vibrant beauty in a dark, gray wasteland.
And then he does something I probably never would have predicted… Always surprising me. He eases himself back down onto my lap, curling up on my body and burying his face in my neck.
I don’t know what it means. I don’t think he does either…
But there is absolutely no way I can let him go without more neck kisses and unspoken words of truth.
3 years ago…
I used to think the reason I was so slow-moving with girls was because I’m shy as hell, and I overthink everything to death. But as it turns out, maybe it’s because none of those girls were… boys.
Or maybe it’s because none of them were Ren.
Officially, Ren and I are still just friends. But we’re also hooking up, and I can’t lie… I’m Mickey D’s lovin’ it.
At the same time, I’m wary of letting this thing go any further, because Ren is complicated as shit, like a jigsaw puzzle that’s missing a bunch of pieces. I’m not sure he’s someone I should be interested in…
Not because he’s a guy. That fact really isn’t throwing me as much as you’d think, although I do find myself staring at the ceiling an awful lot at night wondering how the hell I ended up liking dick.
Have I always been interested in guys, and I just didn’t know it? Or did Ren literally badger me into becoming bisexual?
