Inked
by Everly Drummond

Published by Everly Drummond 

Copyright 2011 Everly Drummond
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For Darrell.


Inked

The hum of the tattoo gun was drowned out by the heavy bass of the rock music that floated through the air, but it did nothing to lessen the pain. Avery Carmichael cringed as the needle swiftly moved over the surface of her pale skin. Despite the urge to close her eyes and look away, there was a certain grace to the artist’s movements that kept her watching as the image of a flower took shape on the top of her foot. His hard sculptured muscles rippled beneath the tight t-shirt that clung tightly to his body, showing off the biceps that had cost him hundreds of hours at the gym to achieve. Something about the beat of the music, the pain of the needles, and the rustled brown hair that flowed freely over his broad shoulders, made a warmth coil in the bottom of her belly. It was an unexpected, but not unwelcomed, mixture of pleasure and pain. Leaning back in the chair, she let out a soft moan as the unfamiliar sensation coursed through her body. 
“You okay, Hun?” Brody looked up and smiled. “I’m almost done. Just close your eyes and relax.”
“I’m fine.” Avery mumbled, and did as he asked. Leaning further back in the chair, Avery shut her eyes and let the vibrations from the gun flow up her leg and through her body. She flinched when the needle of the tattoo gun trailed across the soft velvety skin near the top of her toes, but startled when she felt his strong hand gently rubbed her exposed leg.
“Just relax.” Brody whispered in a soothing tone. “The worst of it is over.”
Something about the husky tone of his voice, and the gentle touch of his large calloused hands, made Avery quiver. I had been months since she’d felt the touch of a man, and it wasn’t taking much to put her imagination into high gear. She could envision the beautifully crafted colorful tattoos that hugged the contours of his well toned body, accentuating his muscular physique. She could almost feel the softness of his unkempt hair as it brushed lightly against the silky skin of her thighs, and could picture the way his brown eyes would smolder in the dim light of her bedroom. What the hell am I thinking? I don’t even know this guy! Avery mentally scolder herself, she wasn’t the type of girl who went around fantasizing about complete strangers. 
“Hey, are you okay?”
Avery’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice, and she could feel a blush redden her cheeks. “What?”  
“I asked if you’re okay. You look a little out of it.” Brody turned off the gun and set it down on the stainless steel table beside him. “Do you want me to get you a drink of water or something?”
“No, I’m fine, really. I guess I just zoned out there for a second.”
“Well, what do you think?”
Avery looked down and gasped. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful.”  A smile crept across her face as she admired the piece of art that now adorned the top of her foot. Leaves, the color of jade, accentuated the pale yellow petals of the intricate bloom. It looked as if the flower had just been picked from the garden, so full of color and life, making it well worth the two hours of pain she’d just endured.
“Are you sure you don’t want a drink of water? You look a little woozy.”  Brody reached out a hand and helped her sit up as she swayed slightly in the chair. “Maybe you should lie back down for a minute.”
“I’ll be okay.” Avery smiled. Beneath his rough and tattooed exterior, lay the heart of a gentleman. Sitting up in the chair, she watched as Brody covered the top of her foot with cream and wrapped it in a piece of gauze. “How long do I have to leave that on for?”
“Not long. You can take it off after a couple of hours. I’ll give you a list of instructions to follow.” Brody picked up the sock that was lying on the floor and gently slid it over Avery’s foot, letting the tips of his fingers brush against her silken skin. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock stiffened. Thankfully, today he chose to wear a pair of loose yoga pants instead of the tight jeans he usually sported. 
Avery slipped her shoes on and followed Brody to the front of the shop. Hand drawn pictures of skulls and butterflies hung in frames and covered all four walls of the small tattoo parlor. Fake gems glinted in the light of a large glass display case that sat off to one side of the room, showcasing thousands of pieces of body piercing jewelry. The bell chimed as the door opened and a young couple walked in. It was obvious that they’d had a few too many drinks. “Looks like you have your hands full.”
“It’s a good thing the by-laws say we can’t tattoo anyone under the influence.” Brody laughed. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Avery. “This is a list of instructions. If you follow it, you shouldn’t have any problems. Just make sure you don’t get your foot wet for at least ten days. The chlorine in the water will cause it to fade and you’ll have to have it touched up. And whatever you do, don’t scratch it when it gets itchy. If you pull the scab off, you’ll leave bare spots in the ink.”
“Thanks.” Avery folded the paper and hastily stuffed it into her purse. 
“You can always call if you have any questions. The number’s on the bottom of the paper.” Trying to hide his growing erection, Brody leaned over and placed his elbows on the counter. He’d always had a thing for curvy girls, and this girl’s curves were driving him mad. The way her curly blond hair cascaded down her back, the way her huge breasts strained against her shirt and begged to be set free, and the tight jeans that hugged her shapely ass, made him hard as a rock. His eyes trailed over her body and came to rest on her eyes, hazel eyes that would stop a man dead in his tracks. Brody took as deep calming breath and tried to focus on something else, anything that would get his mind off the stunning beauty that stood before him.
“Good luck with the love birds,” Avery joked “and thanks so much for everything. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.”
“You’re welcome.” Brody watched as his vixen walked out the door and slipped in behind the steering wheel of her car. His mind was yelling at him to run after her, to stop her before she got away, but it was too late. The headlights of the car flickered on as the car roared to life, and Avery backed out of the parking spot.  The bell chimed again as the drunken couple left the shop. Brody reached down and sighed as he rubbed his cock through the thin cotton fabric of the yoga pants. If he didn’t get some relief soon, he was going to burst, but jerking off wasn’t enough, not tonight. Tonight he needed the touch of a woman. He needed to feel the warmth of soft wet flesh wrapped around his shaft as he buried himself balls deep into her. He needed to feel her muscles clench tightly around him as he came. Brody grabbed the piece of paper from the clipboard that sat on the counter and dug his keys out of his pocket. He walked to the front of the shop and turned off the neon sign that hung in the window, locking the door behind him as he left. It was still two hours before closing time, but there was no way he would be able to get anymore work done tonight.

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Steam, infused with the scent of jasmine, filled the air and fogged up the large ornate mirror that hung above the sink. Avery lowered herself into the hot water, letting her newly tattooed foot hang over the side of the tub. Bubbles danced against her skin and the heat gently caressed her body as she sank further beneath the surface of the water. Thoughts of pleasure and pain filled her mind. In all the years she’d spent with her ex boyfriend, not once did Avery feel a sensation like that, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain. Having sex with her ex had been nice, but it was nothing extraordinary, unlike what she felt earlier tonight. Her body quivered and Avery could feel herself getting wet. She plucked lightly at her nipples, rolling them tenderly between the tips of her fingers, and sighed as they stiffened at her touch. Letting her hands roam freely across body, she stopped when she reached the curly thatch of blonde hair between her thighs. Avery had never been one to get turned on by pain, but something about the guy at the tattoo shop made her blood boil, and for a brief moment she wondered what it would feel like to get fucked as the tattoo needles danced across her skin. Parting her legs a little further, she reached down until her fingers found her clit, swollen and aching with need. She stroked it and rolled it lightly as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body begging for release. Her fingers gently parted the moist velvety folds of her core, letting one and then two fingers work their way inside. It felt good, it felt better than good, but it still wasn’t enough. She needed to be touched. She needed to have him stretch her as he filled every inch of her wet heat.
“What the fuck?” Avery cursed under her breath. The loud thud of someone knocking on the door echoed through the small apartment. She lifted herself out of the tub, being careful not to get her foot wet, and slipped on the black satin housecoat that hung from the back of the bathroom door. Tiny wet footprints marred the hardwood floor as she hurried towards the door. “I’m coming.”
Standing on her tiptoes, Avery looked through the peephole and gasped. On the other side of the door was the gorgeous brown haired artist from the tattoo parlor. Avery struggled to remember his name but came up blank. She couldn’t form a coherent thought right now if her life depended on it. Ignoring the knot that was tightening in her stomach, she unlocked the door and opened it just enough to peek out. 
“Hi, umm… Ms. Bowman?” Brody murmured “I think you left this at the shop.” He reached into the pocket of his black hoodie and pulled out a credit card. Brody knew it was the lamest excuse he could’ve possibly used, but a part of him just had to see her again. 
“I think you’re mistaken. That credit card must belong to someone else because I paid you in cash.” Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Avery wrapped the satin housecoat tighter around her waist. “How did you know where I lived?” she asked cautiously.
“You wrote your contact information on the waiver form you signed.” Reaching into his other pocket, Brody pulled out the white piece of paper that he’d snagged from the clipboard before locking up the shop. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
Avery watched as he turned and walked down the hall towards the exit. What the hell am I doing? “Wait a minute! Brady, isn’t it?”
A crooked smile played at the corner of his mouth as he turned around to face her. “Brody, my name is Brody.”
“Right, Brody.” Avery sighed knowing that she was going to regret this later, but she seemed to have lost all sense of reason. “You came all this way because you thought that was my credit card. The least I can do is to invite you in for a drink.”
“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.” Brody had been tormenting himself with thoughts of her for the past hour. This beautiful vixen was inviting him into her apartment, and like an idiot he said no. Wasn’t that the reason he’d come over here in the first place?
“Are you sure? I have cold beer in the fridge.” Avery opened the door wider and stepped aside. She didn’t make a habit out of inviting strange men into her apartment, but after what she’d felt at the tattoo parlor, and then again in the tub, she couldn’t just let him walk away. She ignored the little voice that was screaming at her to stop, and instead focused on the burning ache that was now consuming her. She moved aside as Brody stepped into the apartment, his muscular frame barely fitting through the doorway. Closing the door behind him, she led him towards the kitchen. “There’s beer in the fridge. You can help yourself. I’m just going to change.”
“Okay, thanks.” he mumbled, and watched in silence as Avery retreated down the hall. Fighting every urge not to follow her to the bedroom, Brody opened the fridge and grabbed two cold beers from the top shelf.  The dim light of the bedroom reflected off of the walls of the narrow hallway. With the door slightly ajar, Brody could see the soft silky fabric of Avery’s housecoat fall to the floor in a heap. His erection grew impossibly hard as her slim naked form moved across the room.  Leaning further back in the chair, he watched as she reached into the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans. Noticing that she was almost dressed, and not wanting to get caught watching her, Brody averted his gaze. The sound of footsteps alerted him to her return.
Avery approached the kitchen table and sat down opposite him. She still felt a little anxious about having a stranger in her apartment, but the feeling was slowly ebbing as need flowed through her. She’d never been the type to have a one night stand, but something about this man was driving her insane with desire. Every part of her body longed to be touch by him. Trying to clear the thought from her mind, Avery cleared her throat and sat up straight in the chair. “So, umm, thanks for stopping by tonight.”
“Sure,” Brody mumbled “but I feel like an idiot. It wasn’t even your credit card.” Lifting the beer to his lips, he downed the contents of the bottle. He picked up the other beer that was sitting on the table, cracked open the cap, and handed it to Avery.
“No thanks. I’m not much of a beer drinker. You drink it.”
Brody shrugged and lifted the second bottle of beer to his lips. Why was this woman having such an effect on him? Until now, he’d never been at a loss for words around a woman before. He placed the empty bottle on the table and slid his chair out. “Thanks for the beer. I guess I should be going.”
“Oh, okay.” Avery stuttered. She stood up and followed him towards the door as she tried desperately to think of a reason to ask him to stay. Until a few hours ago she didn’t even know that this man existed, but now her body was overwhelmed with need for him. As Brody’s hand reached for the door handle Avery grabbed his arm and stopped him. Ignoring the regret that was already starting to creep up on her, Avery stood on her tiptoes, cupping his face in her hands, and bringing her mouth to meet his. Brody’s body tensed at her touch. She started to pull away but his strong muscular arms captured her and pulled her closer. Her lips parted and her body quivered in anticipation of his touch as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.
Brody released Avery from his grip and took a step back, his breathing ragged. The muted light in the apartment danced off of the golden brown highlights in her hair, accentuating the graceful curves of her porcelain face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You shouldn’t have done what? I’m the one who kissed you. If anything, I should be the one who’s sorry,” Avery took a step forwards, closing the gap between them “but I’m not.” 
Brody’s body stiffened as Avery reached down and leisurely stroked the length of his now throbbing erection, causing him to shutter in response. A groan worked its way up his throat and through his parted lips as he wound his hands around her waist and pulled her closer, crushing his mouth and body to hers. The sweet taste of her played across his tongue and he whispered against her mouth, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Words failed her, and all Avery could do was nod. Taking him by the hand, she led Brody in the direction of the bedroom. The black satin robe still sat in a heap on the floor beside the bed and a small lamp provided the only source of light.  Shadows flickered on the wall as they made their way across the room towards the bed. The knot in her stomach tightened as she as Brody peeled out of his shirt and tossed it on the floor, his tawny skin glistening in the soft light. Avery gasped at the exquisite sight of him. Intricately colored tattoos decorated his muscular arms and torso, and extended down beyond the waistband of the thin cotton pants that did nothing to hide his massive erection. Eager to see more of his magnificently chiseled body, Avery stepped forward and hooked her fingers on the elastic waist of his pants, tugging them down enough to free his cock from the confines of his clothing. The sight of him sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. 
Brody swiftly removed his pants and tossed them on top of the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Pulling her into his embrace, he placed one arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees. He swept Avery into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her gently in the center of the mattress, and lowered himself on top of her. Hovering just inches above her, his mouth found hers and he kissed her long and hard, their tongues mating with each other. The sweet taste of her was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough, he had to taste more of her. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” he murmured against the soft warm flesh of her lips.  His hand trailed down her body, sliding over her hip, and lingering at the hem of her shirt. He lifted the shirt over her head, revealing a black lacey bra that contrasted sharply against the soft luster of her silky flesh. In one swift and expertly choreographed movement he reached behind her back and unclasped the hooks.
Avery trembled as Brody’s mouth trailed down her neck and across her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Her body tensed as he took her breast in his mouth and began to suckle her. His pull increased and his tongue grazed her hardening nipple, drawing out a sharp intake of air as he brought her to the brink of climax. Avery arched her back, forcing him to take more of her into his skilled mouth. Her body ached with need as she undid the button of her tight jeans and wriggled out of them, tossing them aside with her foot.
Brody wanted nothing more that to take her hard and fast, to hear her scream his name as her body trembled beneath him while she came, but Avery was special, she was something to be savored, like a fine wine. Brody released her taut breast from his mouth and kissed his way slowly across her stomach, stopping only to tug at her black satin panties with his teeth. Using one finger, he pulled them down over her hips and tossed them onto the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed. Avery responded by spreading her legs in invitation, the pink rosy flesh of her sex begging to be tasted, to be caressed, to be fucked. The scent of her drove him wild and made his cock grow impossibly harder. Taking her with one long luscious lick, and with slow deliberate movements, he masterfully stroked her swollen bud with the tip of his tongue.  A smile crept up the corner of his mouth as Avery’s body shuddered in response to his touch, but it still wasn’t enough, he needed to taste more of her. Dragging his fingers across the slick wet folds of her sex, Brody slid one finger deep into her core and pulled harder on her engorged clit, drawing out moans of pleasure as he took more of her into his skilled mouth. 
Avery’s hips moved in time with the slow thrusts of his finger, eliciting a deep guttural moan as he caressed an intimate spot deep within. The sensation increased as Brody slid a second finger into her moist opening, keeping her suspended on the edge of climax.
Brody withdrew his fingers and tongued the entrance to her moist opening, licking up all the cream he’d already drawn from her. “Come for me.” Brody whispered before he gently stroked the folds of her skin and leaned in to fuck her with his tongue.
Her body arched into his mouth as his tongue moved in and out of her at a slow and steady pace. Avery chocked back a cry of pleasure when the soft pad of his finger rubbed against her swollen clit, sending her over the edge.  “Oh God.” she cried and her hips jerked as a hard climax coursed through her body. Avery spasmed in ecstasy as Brody’s tongue continued to slide in and out of her, lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth. Once the climax lost its hold on her body, she pushed Brody onto his back and straddled his hips. “It’s my turn now.”  Avery bowed her head and leaned over to kiss him hard on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips as she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked. She worked her way down his body, letting her skin slide sensually across the contours of his muscles. His cock twitched as she grasped the base of his shaft and licked the droplet of pre come that had formed on the tip. Inch by inch she took him into her mouth until the plump head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Avery looked up at him through half lidded eyes as she sucked the entire length of him into her mouth. 
“Oh fuck yeah.” A low guttural moan escaped Brody’s lips as he fisted her hair and thrust himself further down her throat. His balls tightened and he could feel his own climax coming hard and fast as Avery cupped his balls and took him even deeper down her throat. But he didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her soft flesh pulsing around him as he came. With one swift movement, Brody grabbed Avery by the arms and flipped her onto her stomach.
“Please.” she moaned. Needing to have him fill her, Avery tilted her hips up to him in invitation, wanting nothing more than to have Brody slide his cock deep into her.
“Tell me what you want.” Brody ran his fingers along the length of her sex before spearing two of them deep into her core. 
“I want you.”  Avery gasped. 
Positioning himself between her thighs, Brody pushed the head of his cock between her thighs, and in one stroke, buried himself balls deep into her tight wet sex. “You’re so goddamn tight.” he moaned as her muscles contracted around him. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he slowly thrust in and out of her, stretching and filling every inch of her.
“Harder,” she hissed as she pushed back against him, driving him deeper into her sex. His strokes became harder and faster, eliciting a moan of pleasure, as Brody took her from behind.
“Come for me again, baby.” Brody murmured softly in her ear as he reached around and found her clit, swollen with desire. Stroking it gently with the tip of his finger, he smiled when he felt her pussy clench tightly around his shaft as another climax tore through her body.
Avery screamed his name as ripples of pleasure continued to flutter through her. Brody slowed his strokes, and rolled her clit gently between the tips of his fingers, drawing out her orgasm to an impossible length.
“Do you like that?” he murmured, letting his hands trail across the soft voluptuous curves of her buttocks. 
 Avery startled as Brody spread the cheeks of her ass and rubbed his finger across the tight bud of her anus. She wanted to tell him to stop, that this wasn’t normally something she was into, but the intense sensation he created by touching her in such as intimate spot as he fucked her slowly from behind was something she hadn’t expected. She remembered the mixture of pleasure and pain she’d felt as the tattoo needles danced across her skin, and wondered briefly if it would feel the same if she let him take her that way. Hesitantly, Avery leaned back and pressed herself against him, causing the tip Brody’s finger penetrate the tight ring of muscles. She gasped in shock and Brody stilled within her. Afraid that he’d hurt her, he slowly removed his finger. “No, don’t stop.” Avery whispered, and pushed herself harder against him, driving his finger deeper into her ass. Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand, she pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid and handed it to him.
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured in her ear “I promise you’ll love it.” Brody flipped open the bottle of lube and drizzled a generous amount of it over his finger as he continued to thrust it in and out of her anus. When Avery’s muscles had sufficiently relaxed around him, he added a second finger, stretching her even further, and opening her up enough to take him. When Brody was certain that she was ready for him, he eased himself out of her. After coating himself with more lube, he rubbed the head of his cock between the cheeks of ass and pressed himself firmly against the tight ring of muscles, slowly nudging himself past her taut little opening.
Avery stifled a cry as the plump head of Brody’s shaft penetrated her anus, and felt his body stiffen in response. But the momentary flash of pain was soon replaced with overwhelming pleasure, every nerve ending in her body magnificently flaring to life. “No, don’t stop.” she pleaded as Brody slowly started to ease himself out of her, and she pushed back against his erection, driving him deeper into her.
Brody slowly plunged further into her, easing himself past the second ring of muscles deeper within, until he’d fully seated himself in her. He stilled for a moment, waiting for Avery to grow accustom to the feeling. When he felt her relax around him, his movements became harder and faster, driving himself deeper into her tight little anus with every stroke of his cock. “Goddamn it baby. You’re so tight.” Brody moaned as he sank balls deep into her ass.
Avery had never felt so full in her life. Each stroke became less painful and more pleasurable than the last. When the pain had all but diminished, she found herself thrusting back against Brody’s cock as hard as she could, moving in sync with him as he fucked her most intimate spot. Sounds of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, and a scream built up in the back of her throat as she raced towards another climax. Avery teetered on the brink of orgasm, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Brody reached under her and slid two fingers into her wet hot core. Being fucked by him was better than anything else she could’ve imagined, but being fucked by him in her two most intimate places at the same time was more pleasurable than her body could handle, and she toppled over the edge. Her knees trembled and Avery screamed his name as wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm tore through her body.
“Oh fuck yeah. I’m coming.” Brody moaned. Avery’s muscles clenched around his cock, and he could feel his balls tighten as he relentlessly pounded into her. With one last deep thrust he came, spilling himself deep within her. His strokes slowed as she milked every last drop of come out of him. As his erection softened, he gently eased himself out of her and collapsed on the bed.
Avery collapsed onto the bed beside him. “Oh my God, that was great.” she breathed as her body still quivered from the aftershocks of the most mind numbing orgasm she’d ever had in her life. “Why have I never tried that before?” The question was directed more at herself than at Brody.
“I told you that you’d love it.” Brody murmured softly against Avery’s skin as he drew her into his chest and held her tightly in his embrace. Brushing aside a loose strand of hair, his lips trailed across the silken skin of her neck, and smiled. Brody didn’t know this little vixen that lay beside him, but he wasn’t willing to walk away from her just yet. Sex this amazing, and with someone as beautiful as Avery, didn’t just happen every day. “What are you doing next Saturday?” he whispered.
Avery rolled over on the bed and faced him. “You, hopefully,” A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she leaned in and kissed him.


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