Rough Draft: Forever Ink

She was gorgeous. Her tits were full and swayed perfectly when she took a breath. She had dusky rose nipples that came to amazing little peaks. I couldn't wait to taste them. The scars were noticeable, but somehow they were beautiful too. Maybe it's because they were a part of her, and everything that made Anya was a thing of beauty. I traced each one with my fingers. Then I couldn't take it any longer, I lowered and traced each one with my tongue. She grabbed my head and bowed herself to me.

"Fucking perfect," I told her, right before I took one of those dark little nipples in my mouth. It took every ounce of restraint I had to take it slow, especially when she cried out my name. Sweet baby Jesus, this girl was going to break me. If I had hair I imagine she'd have pulled, instead she was scraping her nails into my scalp. It was fucking incredible.

"Jack?" I let go of her nipple with a pop and looked at her face again. "Jack, take me to bed," her voice was all husky and breathless. Nothing short of the hand of God could have stopped me from carrying her to my bedroom.

When we got to my room, I kicked the door shut and pinned her against the wall. She took the initiative and lowered her lips to mine. I licked her full lower lip, before I sucked it between my teeth. I gave it the tiniest nip. She gave a small cry and rocked her hips into mine.

"This isn't the bed, Jack," she made a sexy tsking sound.

"Mmm. I couldn't help it. You're all topless and those pouty lips, it was too much, firecracker."

I did get to the bed, though. I was going to give my girl what she wanted. I laid her down gently, and came down over her. I needed more of those lips. Shakespeare could have written sonnets about Anya's lips. I brushed light kisses on them over and over. I wanted to savor every part of her, but Anya spoke and I came to heel. Oh, I was screwed, but I wouldn't have changed a damn thing.

"I want to feel your skin against me, Jack, I want you naked. Now," she demanded, while she tugged on my shirt. I raised up long enough to pull it off and throw it across the room. She roughly undid my belt and jeans. I kicked them off, and fell back on my hands over her. She gave me a rough push until I was on my back. She straddled my waist. my cock was resting in the seam of her denim clad ass. I wanted to be inside her, but her eyes lit up as she started tracing my ink. I'd let her have her fun, for now.

She followed each line of the sacred heart in the center of my chest. Then she moved to the blue stars on each shoulder. She trailed her hand back to my chest and circled my nipple. She leaned down and sucked the ring into her hot mouth.

I rolled her underneath me and made short work of her pants. When I had her gloriously naked, I cradled myself between her legs.

"Tell me what you want, firecracker."

"You."

I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted her, no I needed her, right then. I rolled on a condom, poised myself at her hot little entrance and rocked in. Her little gasps were going to unman me one day.

I moved out to the tip, and back in to the base. I dragged out the thrust; making sure she felt each of my nine inches. I wanted her to remember exactly who did it to her, when she thought about it tomorrow. Even with my slowed movements she met me thrust for thrust. My cock fit into that tight pussy perfectly, like she was made just for me.

Every time my piercing hit her g-spot she gasped. It was a fucking beautiful thing. I moved my hand between us and circled her clit with the pad of my thumb. I matched my rhythm to my thrusts. She started bucking her hips and letting out frustrated little groans. I smiled to myself and kissed her eye lids.

"Do you want me to speed up, baby?" I asked her playfully.

"Yes!"

"Do you want to come for me?"

"JACK! Yes!" She let out a little huff and tried to move her hips faster. I rolled mine and watched her eyes widen. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Ok, firecracker," I smiled and kissed her. I raised up on my knees and and pulled her legs to my shoulders. I pulled out to the tip and plowed back in. I wasn't going to last long this way. I placed my finger on her clit again and watched her face go lax when I started rubbing it. Her pussy clenched around me like a fist from hell. My body broke out into a sweat.

"Fuck, baby, come for me," I said in a tight grunt. But like my own come to life fantasy, she obeyed. Her staccato cries sounded like fucking angels singing. Her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy. That tight pussy milking me for everything I had. My body tensed and I groaned her name as I found my own release deep inside her. I lowered my forehead to hers and planted light kisses all over her sweet, flushed face.

"Anya?"

"Hmm?" Her voice was sleepy and satisfied and sexy.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I don't know why I said it, but it was true. And I'd fallen for her. Hard and fast. I was the world's biggest fucking idiot.

I woke up with Anya's perfect little body wrapped around me. Now, Anya was beautiful, always, but she was not a pretty sleeper. Her mouth hung open and her hair looked like it could house a family of birds. I couldn't help but smile.

I leaned down and kissed her hair. She stirred and lifted her head. I immediately started laughing...hysterically.

"What?" She asked sleepily, with half closed eyes. I tried to stop laughing to tell her, really I did. "What?" She asked again, a little more forcefully.

"Go look...go," I breathed out between laughter. She scowled at me, which made me laugh harder, and walked naked to the bathroom.

"Oh my God!" She screeched. "How the hell?" Her response made me laugh harder. "Jack! Seriously? Why did you not throw it away?"

"You woke me up in the middle of the night all, 'Take me Jack'," I mocked in a high pitched voice, "I was half asleep, baby. I'm sorry." I started laughing again.

She came out scowling with a wash rag rubbing viciously at her hair. "I cannot believe you did that!" She squealed. "Really, Jack? A condom? Stuck to my hair?" I had to hold my stomach, I was laughing so hard. She stuck her tongue out at me and marched back to the bathroom, while I reigned in control of my hysteria. I heard her turn the shower on and decided to chance joining her. She washed away the sex from the night before and I put it right back on her.

We were sitting on the couch with bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, don't judge me, watching reruns of 'Family Guy' when Ben came out of his room. Some skinny little blonde followed. She looked at me and gave a salacious grin. I saw Anya tense and give her the you-will-die-bitch glare. It made me feel good that she was about to throw down because some girl smiled at me.

Ben patted Anya's victim on the ass and led her to the door. When he came back he plopped down beside Anya and threw his arm around her shoulder. I gave him the what the fuck face and narrowed my eyes. He just shrugged and moved his arm.

"So, what are you lovely people up to today?" He asked.

"Work," Anya said and rolled her eyes. "I gotta go in at three. But my days off are consecutive next week," she squealed and gave a happy little jiggle. My eyes went to her bouncing boobs. What? I'm a guy. They're boobs. They were bouncing.

"Yeah what days?" I asked finally averting my eyes back to her face.

"Sunday, Monday, Tuesday," she said with a smile.

"Would you and Kyle be good Tuesday without me?" I asked Ben.

"Should be. Usually pretty mellow that day, yeah?" Ben replied.

"Wanna go on a trip, firecracker?" I asked. I watched her body tense and fear sweep over her face. Then, just like that it was gone. I knew she was still uncertain, but she wasn't afraid of 'me'.

"Where to?" She asked shakily. God bless her, she was trying.

"I dunno. Where do you wanna go?" I asked with a mouthful of cereal.

"Somewhere that they close their mouths when they eat." Ben let out a huge guffaw. Anya just raised her eyebrows at me. I, being the totally mature guy I am, opened my mouth wider.

"Dude, that 'is' pretty gross," Ben said, wrinkling his nose.

"Totally," Anya agreed with a disgusted look on her face. "Did your momma not teach you any manners?"

"Yep. Taught me not to piss off the porch and everything. Said to use a tree instead," I deadpanned. Anya tried looking affronted, but grinned instead. Ben just snorted a laugh.

"The bad thing is, he's not joking. Karen raised four boys by herself, manners were the least of her worries with those morons," Ben explained and shook his head.

Anya's cute little mouth gaped. "There are 'three' more of you?"

"Yep. Jacob, Jared, and Julian. Gotta sister, too. Johanna," I told her. An idea came to me. "You wanna meet them?"

She scrunched her face up in question. "Huh?"

"We could go to Nashville. Jake and Jared live in Smyrna. Jules lives in the city. Jo-Jo and mom live in Antioch. We could go visit," I shrugged.

"Oh my God. Meet your family?" She said somewhere between awe and incredulity.

"Well. Yeah. Why not?" I said. I knew that it was a little soon to do the meet the parents thing. But my mom 'was' as awesome as Ben said and something about introducing Anya to her made me...excited. "I'd really like them to meet you, firecracker." I put on my best smile and gave her the pleading eyes. I could see her struggle. I turned up the dimples. The dimples made the ladies crazy. "Please," I said and stuck out my bottom lip.

It had the desired effect. Her eyes darkened and a salacious grin spread across her face. "Ok," she whispered and leaned toward me. I pecked her lips and pulled back. She let out an adorable little huff. Even Ben chuckled at her. I raised one brow, questioningly. She lifted up to my head and proceeded to attack my mouth. It was so fucking hot.

Her little, pink tongue bullied its way into my mouth and explored with a fervor that had me rock hard. I moaned into her mouth and cupped the back of her head.

She stopped abruptly at the sound of Ben clearing his throat. "I'm just gonna...go watch TV in my room," Ben muttered.

"No. No. I should get going. I need to get some stuff done before work," she said with a smile. She stood and looked down at my gym shorts and T-shirt she was wearing. "Um, do you mind if I borrow these to get home."

I stood and took her in my arms. "Not at all, baby. They look better on you anyways," I grinned and kissed her head.

"That's debatable," she argued. I kissed her hard on her mouth.

"Nope. They're definitely sexier on you." She gave me a shy smile and puttered off to my bedroom to gather her stuff.

"Bro, you got it bad for that girl," Ben said with amusement. "You really gonna take her to meet Karen? And your crazy ass brothers?"

"Yep," I smiled broadly. Anya didn't know family like mine. Hers was fucked up from the beginning. Mine was crazy, loud and nosy, but there was plenty of love there. None of us ever questioned mom's love for us. Dad, too, before he passed. I was so young, I didn't remember much about him, my younger siblings even less, but we were raised with the knowledge that he loved us, unconditionally. Mom would love Anya sight unseen, just because she was mine. My brothers would love her. Jo-Jo, she was a tougher nut to crack.

She'd fallen in with the wrong crowd. One night, a few years back, mom got a call, Johanna had been beat up and left on the side of a highway. She almost died. She didn't ever talk about what happened, but it changed her. She was colder, less bubbly than the kid she was. I wanted to kill whoever took my sister from us.

I thought about what Anya said about being attacked by that asshole she was with. She hadn't gotten cold, just cautious. Maybe Johanna could see that she could overcome too.

"I'm out," Anya's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Talk to ya later?"

"Yeah," I said shaking myself out of my musings. "Bye, firecracker," I said and kissed her full lips.

"Bye, baby," she said against mine. My chest did that funny tingling thing when she called me 'baby'. Ben came up and jerked her into a huge hug.

"Bye, baby," he mocked. She let out her cute, ungirly giggle.

"Bye, Benny, thanks for bringing my car," she cooed. I laughed, hard. Oh, he wasn't living that down. Ever.

"Are you sure they'll like me?" I asked me for the millionth time.

"Yes, baby. They'll love you," he told me, again. "Just relax, firecracker. Enjoy the scenery," Jack smirked.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Scenery? You forget Mr. Man, I've made this trip no less than a hundred times. I know what's between Memphis and Nashville. A whole lotta nada."

"I was talking about me," he teased. My lips twisted trying to hide my smile.

"Maybe if you drove naked, I could do that," I retorted.

"That can be arranged. Though if we get pulled over I may have a hard time explaining that."

"Oh you'd have a 'hard' something," I said seductively and amused. He jerked the truck to the shoulder and threw it into park. "What are you doing?" I laughed. He started pulling his shirt off.

"You want me naked, woman. You got it," he smiled and undid his belt and jeans. The thought made my mouth go dry and my toes curl. He would do it, too. He was just crazy enough to do it.

"Jackson!" I screeched.

"What? You said..." He started and laughed. I'm sure my face was all kinds of crazy looking. Shock, mixed with amusement and a healthy dose of lust. "Fine." He mocked pouted. It was kinda sexy, the way his lower lip stuck out.

"Put your clothes back on, white boy," I quoted in the worst Jamaican accent ever. Jack cackled.

"The girls never came, the girls never came," he quoted from the same scene of the same movie. "I love that flick," he said with a laugh.

"Jen and I got high, watched that movie and ran around the zoo quoting it one day. People thought we were nuts," I laughed out. I noticed Jack had gotten very quiet. He was staring at me like I had sprouted a new head. "What?" I asked feeling self conscious.

"'You' got 'high'?" He asked carefully. I nodded. "Hmm."

"What?" I asked again. Oh good God. I had found the one square tattoo artist in the universe.

"Nothin'," he smirked. "Just picturing you high is kinda funny."

"Please, tell me you're not going to berate me for being a pothead like a million years ago?" I scoffed.

"No, not at all," he said, genuinely bemused and shaking his head. "No, firecracker, you just don't seem the type. You're all sweet and cute. Took me by surprise is all."

"What? So what? You think I'm some goody goody?" I asked and gave him a smirk.

"Baby, you're so clean you squeak," he challenged. He was going to learn not to do that. I don't back down from a challenge. He put his shirt back on, he started zipping his jeans, but I stopped him.

It's on buddy. "Leave them and drive," I glared at him.

He gave me an amused, but bemused look. "What are you up to?"

"Showing you that even 'sweet' girls can be dirty," I answered, nonchalantly. He pulled back onto the interstate giving me uncertain glances. I waited until he'd relaxed a little and regained speed, then I reached into his open pants. The truck swerved slightly when he jumped. "Focus on the road, baby," I scolded and smiled. I pulled his beautiful cock out and began stroking it.

"Holy fuck, baby," he groaned. "That feels good." I smirked and lowered my head to his lap and took the tip of him in my mouth. His breath hissed in and he jerked. "Fuck. Baby I'm not gonna be able to drive with you doing that," he gritted out.

I released his cock and looked at his profile. God, he was beautiful. "Pull over," I rushed out. "Now. Pull over." He glanced over at me and took the exit to our right.

He drove to the back of some strip mall and parked the truck. I was on him before he could get his seatbelt off. The steering wheel was jabbing me in the ass.

His hands were all over me, his mouth eating at mine, like he was starving. "Is this dirty enough for you?" I husked out. He ripped my shorts open and tore them down off one ankle.

"Not even fucking close," he said seductively low. His mouth curled into a oh-my-God-he's-gonna-do-naughty-things smile and my lower bits clenched. He lifted and lowered his jeans a little more, before impaling me on his cock. We both moaned with relief. I clamped down around him and enjoyed the hungry grunt he gave.

I started rocking myself back and forth on him. Hard to do with a steering wheel at your ass, by the way. I rolled my hips and found that magical spot inside. I began my frenzied dance to my own pleasure. "Oh God, Jack, you feel so good," I whimpered.

"So do you," he murmured into my chest. "So fucking good, baby." He said lifting my shirt and pulling one of my bra cups down, he kissed along the swell to the nipple. I whined and rocked harder against him.

I felt the liquid heat of my arousal dripping out. My orgasm stood just out of reach, but steadily rode in. Closer and closer. My movements became erratic, my breathing shallow gasps of too little oxygen. I felt Jack's hand go to my neck. A split second of fear came over me, but was quickly replaced by the most intense arousal I'd ever felt. He didn't tighten his grip, but just the feel of it drove me higher.

"Fuck, so hot, Anya," Jack called out. Just my name on his perfect lips had me coming. I rode him through one orgasm and into a next. "Fuck me, baby. God yeah, just like that. Oh shit," he called and followed me over. Spurting deep and hot inside of me.

I draped myself lifelessly over him. My body was caked in sweat. Jack was softening inside of me, and I adjusted to pull him out. He froze. "Oh shit!" He said alarmed.

"What's wrong?" I echoed his panic. Was someone watching? I glanced around the empty lot.

"I didn't use anything," he muttered, his eyes panicked and still glassy with lust. "Are you...? Fuck."

"I haven't been with anyone since my last physical. Are you clean?" I asked shyly.

"Yeah. Yeah. What about birth control?" He asked. He looked so adorably panicked I had to laugh.

"Yeah, darlin'. For over thirteen years. I have an IUD," I responded and kissed his creased forehead. He breathed out heavily and nodded. "Was that bad enough for you?" I asked.

"If I say no, will you do something naughtier?" He asked with a smile. I scowled at him and he laughed. He brought my mouth to his and smiled against me, before giving me a series of tiny kisses.

Mom's house

I was sweating bullets by the time we pulled up to the little red brick house in Antioch. Jack kept reassuring me everything would be fine. I wasn't so sure. Hell, we'd only been together a week and I was meeting his mother? "You ready, firecracker?" He asked and squeezed my hand. It was simple gesture, but it was very reassuring. I nodded and swallowed loudly. "Come on, baby," he chuckled.

We climbed out and he took my hand to lead me to the door. We walked into a small entryway that led back to what looked like the kitchen. To the one side was an opening into a dining room. The other archway was too far down to see through, but I could hear voices from that direction.

"MOM! WE'RE HERE!" Jack yelled.

"Do you have to make it sound like we're the poltergeist?"

I whispered. Jack laughed, hard. And so it was in this state I first came face to face with his family. Jack almost in tears from laughter, me looking like I'd been in a truck for three hours and a scowl, aimed at Jack, on my face. Great, huh?

"Jackie!" A woman in her late fifties, called and rushed to us. She wrapped Jack in a huge hug.

"Hi, mom," he said and hugged her back.

She pulled away and looked at me and then back at Jack with his same mischievous smile. She returned her eyes to me. "You must be, Anya?" She said pulling me into a surprising hug.