Zombie Ink

Tricked

Chapter 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is rated M.

TRICKED: Chapter 3

BREE

"What you see is what you get."

He holds his arms out from his body to allow me to take my fill.

"I'm not a stockbroker or investment banker. I'm an artist. And this," he says, pointing at himself, my eyes powerless to resist, "is my face. Messy hair, scruffy jaw and all."

"But everything else?" I ask hesitantly, thinking of all the things we talked about. Our hopes and dreams for the future. Where we want to be in ten years' time. What we want from life.

"All me, doll."

My heart thunders against my chest, my head swimming with the amount of wine that's currently flowing around my body and lowering my inhibitions and rational thinking.

"Everything I said, aside from some very vague details about my job, was all from here." He lifts his hand and places it over his heart. "What about you, doll? Everything you said true?" He takes a step forward, and I swear he sucks all the air out of the apartment with it.

He reaches out and gently tucks a lock of loose hair behind my ear. Had I known I would have been spending one-on-one time with a guy quite as hot as him tonight I might have turned up to my best friend's dressed slightly more appropriately than I am. My gray leggings and cropped sweatshirt don't exactly scream sexy. I'd pulled my hair up into a messy bun before leaving the office, and that's exactly how it's stayed. Why he's looking down at my body right now like he could devour me is beyond me. But as I stare up into his eyes, I can't help but get lost in their depths.

I want to tell the truth, to tell him that everything I told him was who I am. But seeing how things have turned out, when I speak something very different comes out.

I shrug. "I guess that's for me to know and for you to never find out."

Excitement tingles through my veins. Why is standing up to this guy so much fun?

We were already so close that the heat from his naked chest was seeping into my body, but with my words he gets even closer.

"Is that right?"

My head spins. His scent, his deep rough voice. His full lips and playful eyes. They push away everything I was feeling when he first stepped inside this place. That and the wine I've almost downed since in my need to cope push me to do something I really shouldn't.

I lift my arm and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so that our lips meet. He stills at first, probably expecting me to knee him in the balls or something, but I'm lost to him and my need for what he can give me.

I know I wasn't looking for a one-night thing, but right now, it's exactly what I need. So I'm going to use this guy for what he's more than likely capable of and then kick him back to the curb where he belongs for lying to me.

Our lips part simultaneously, and our tongues meet. Fire ignites in my belly, and I press my entire body against him. My breasts squash against his solid chest, and when his arm wraps around my waist it only goes to prove just how into this he is, because his hard length presses into my stomach.

I forget all about what he's done, how much it hurt after I truly believed he was honest with me, and I put everything I have into at least getting something I deserve from this man.

The second his hands slide down my body and grip onto my ass, I jump into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, his length now pressing in a much more satisfying, yet frustrating, place.

His fingers squeeze into my flesh as he lowers us to the sofa and settles so I'm sitting astride his lap.

"Bree, I…"

"Shut up. Just shut up. Can you do that?" I grind down on his cock, and his eyes flicker with pleasure.

I don't wait for his verbal answer. It should be obvious anyway while he's half-naked beneath me.

Taking his strong jaw in my hand, I stare into his eyes, our noses only a breath apart.

"You want to attempt to apologize for lying to me? Maybe start by showing me what skills you've got besides tricking women into meeting you."

He flips us, and before I know I've even moved, I'm on my back with him staring down at me.

"One, I don't trick women into my bed. Ever. Two, I've got more skills than you know what to do with, doll."

"Less talk, more action, Trick."

A laugh rumbles up his throat before he dives for my lips.

His kiss is all-consuming. He licks into my mouth, teasing my tongue, biting and sucking with just the right pressure, making me impatient to find out how good he might be with it on other places of my body.

"Bonzo," I moan when he kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

"Oh fuck," he growls, the roughness to it causing my thighs to rub together to quell the persistent ache that's formed. His large, calloused hand lands on my waist before skimming up, causing goosebumps to erupt in its wake until he finds my breast. My back arches with my need for more.

Pushing up the fabric of my top, he lifts me and drags it up over my head so I'm lying in just my lace bra.

"Jesus, you're so beautiful." He peppers kisses across my collarbone before dropping to the swell of my breasts. My breath catches as he licks along the edge of the lace before tucking his finger inside and pulling the fabric away.

With his eyes locked on mine, he leans forward and runs his tongue around my nipple.

All the air rushes from my lungs, and at my reaction, he ups the ante and sucks it into his hot mouth.

"Oh fuck." My fingers dive into his mop of hair, and I grip hard to keep him in place as he goes to town. My hips grind on nothing and my back arches to try to get more, to get anything. He reaches for my other breast and pinches that nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh god, oh god."

"So fucking sweet."

Sadly, he releases me and stops, forcing me to pull my head from the pillow to see what he's doing.

He's still hovering right over my breasts. His eyes are dark and glittering with naughty thoughts that I'd love to hear him say out loud.

"What are you…" My words falter when he drops a kiss between my breasts and then descends down my stomach. The second his lips hit the waistband of my leggings, his fingers wrap around and he starts tugging them and my panties over my hips. The moment he uncovers my pussy, he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and stares at my recently waxed mound.

"I knew you'd be fucking perfect. Bet you fucking taste like heaven, too."

"Guess there's only one way to find out." Heat hits my cheeks as my words register. I've never been shy when it comes to sex, and I've had my fair share of utterly forgettable one-night stands, but I've never been quite so brazen about what I want.

"I guess I will." He throws my discarded clothing to the floor before dropping to his knees and twisting me until I'm at the perfect angle for him.

My chest heaves as my breaths race past my lips in anticipation for what's to come.

His palms press against my thighs and he pushes my legs as wide as they'll go before licking his lips.

He manages to drag his eyes from my core and up to mine. His pupils are shot, totally lost to his own desire, and fuck if I don't want to drag him back up here to kiss the shit out of me. That is, until his finger presses against my clit. He ever so fucking slowly drags it down until he circles my entrance.

I'm embarrassingly wet for this guy despite the fact that he's a fucking liar, but I can't help myself. I need what he can give me more than I need my next breath. This week at work has been hell, and it's been entirely too long since I've had a man between my legs.

"Bonzo, please. Come on."

"You sound so fucking sexy, begging for me."

"And to think, you're the one on your kneeeessss," I squeal as he dives forward and sucks my clit into his mouth. "Fuuuuuck." My hands thrash at my sides, needing something to hold on to. I find a cushion with one, but the other goes for his hair again.

As he starts licking at me, my grip gets tighter and tighter, but at no point does he complain. He just keeps giving me the pleasure I need.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes. Keep going." When I lift my hips from the sofa, his giant hand grabs my hip to keep me in place while the other plunges into my wet heat. My muscles ripple around him, the sensation almost too much to bear after so long of nothing. I haven't even had the time recently to take care of myself.

Words fall from my lips, but I have no fucking clue what they are as he drives me higher and higher.

I've been thinking about doing this since that night," he admits against me, the vibrations from his deep voice sending shudders through me.

"Bonzo, don't," I warn, not wanting him to ruin this with reality. I just want to be two people going after what we need. No drama, no lies, and no betrayal.

His fingers thrust once more, but this time he bends them and fuck, if I don't see stars.

A squeal of pleasure passes my lips before I shatter beneath him. My chest heaves, and my body convulses as pleasure stronger than I've ever known rocks me down to my toes.

"How's that for skills?"

"It was okay." I shrug, attempting to look bored, but it's pointless after all the noises I just made as I fell apart.

"Good job I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve."

I roll my eyes at his corniness, but when he stands and pops the button of his jeans, I forget all about inappropriate jokes and focus on what he's hiding beneath his clothing.

And to give him credit, when he drops everything to the floor, I discover that it's really quite a trick he's rocking between his legs.

He pulls a condom from his pocket and quickly rolls it down his wide length.

"I'm glad you're please, but there is more of me than just my dick," he quips when he realizes that I haven't taken my eyes from his length since he exposed it.

"I'm just surprised. The cocky ones are usually hiding something."

"Hmmm… hiding it sounds like such a good idea."

If I weren't already so far under his spell I might tell him to get out after his lame joke, but as it is the only thing I want him to do is what he just suggested.

Thankfully, he has the exact same thought, because not a second later he's shifting me on the sofa to accommodate his large frame. I could suggest moving to the guest room, but that would mean stopping, and like fuck am I allowing any reality into this situation until I've had at least one more orgasm.

No sooner is he settled between my legs than he's teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.

"Now." The demand comes out of nowhere, but he obliges. One second he's driving me crazy with desire, and the next I'm so full of him I don't know what to do with myself. "Fucking hell. Fuck." I squirm beneath him, trying to adjust to his invasion and size. Thankfully he allows me a few seconds before he starts to move. And when he does, sweet Jesus, it's fucking mind-blowing. He strokes each and every one of my nerves with every move he makes, and before I'm expecting it, I'm right on the edge of what promises to be another earth-shattering release.

He leans over me and captures my lips just in time to swallow down the cries of his name that fall from my lips.

"Fuck," he grunts as my pussy pulsates around him. "Fucking Christ. A man could become addicted to that," he moans in my ear as I come down from my high. He slows his pace to drag every last ounce of pleasure from me before sitting. "Ready for another?"

"What do you think you are? God of orgasms?"

"Something like that, doll. All I know is that I'm not pulling out of you until I've felt that again."

He slides his palms under my ass and tilts me until everything around me blurs and the only thing I can think about is another release.

He picks up the pace until he's slamming into me, his hair flopping all over his face and his skin covered in a delicious sheen of sweat from the work he's putting in. I might prefer my men suited and booted, but fuck if there's not something about a man who puts in some serious hard work. And my view right now is to die for. The muscles in his neck strain as he throws his head back in pleasure. His abs pull tight, the definition only getting clearer, and my mouth waters to trace them with my tongue.

Reaching around, he presses his thumb against my clit and circles, building me up as his cock swells inside me.

The second before I crash, I have the fleeting realization that this already hasn't been enough. I'm not sure a lifetime would be enough, if I'm being honest, but that's not what this is.

His cock twitches once, a growl rumbling up his throat, and I lose control. I don't even get to watch him because my eyes slam shut as pleasure renders my body useless. When I do drag my heavy lids open and get a look at him above me with his chest heaving and his hungry eyes, I realize that I might forever regret not seeing him consumed with pleasure.