Old Ink (Get Ink'd #3) - Ali Lyda Page 0,35

to kiss the one person I’d wanted more than any other.

Eventually we finished and I paid our bill, though Channing was quick to point out that it didn’t count as our first date just because I was paying for it. I left Molly an extra-large tip and drove Channing back to his car at the bar.

“Thanks for food and clearing the air,” Channing said, suddenly appearing uncertain. And that just wouldn’t do.

I stepped close to him, cupping his cheek and stroking it with my thumb. Then, unlike our almost violent kiss earlier, I pressed my lips to his, soft and slow, savoring the press of our mouths. I breathed in each of his breaths while I took aching pleasure in taunting him with teasing flicks of my tongue. Channing stiffened, and then melted into me, his mouth opening for me. I kissed him until both of us were panting.

Then I broke it off. His eyes were glazed with lust and his lips were puffy and parted. He leaned toward me to kiss again, but I stepped back.

“Okay, cool,” I said, easy as could be. “See you on Monday.”

Channing’s mouth fell open as I winked and strolled back to my car. Of course, as soon as I was in the driver’s seat, I had to shift my uncomfortable bulge before driving home, not nearly as unaffected as I’d pretended. But my heart felt lighter than it had in a long time, and each breath I took felt fresh and freeing.

The shower water was so hot it scalded where it hit my skin, and the few spots not covered by tattoos were turning an angry pink. The steam was thick, surrounding me, making me feel smothered. Nothing could take the edge off my desire, and I’d been hard since I’d driven away from Channing. My resolve had broken once and for all, and my dick was insistent. It wanted him. It wanted more than a night or two of furious stroking to take the edge off.

My phone pinged, and I leaned out of the shower, checking the message. It was a text from Channing. I opened it, curious if he was going to try to get the upper hand after my exit.

It wasn’t a text, though—it was a picture, and my pulse skyrocketed. I could see the flat, muscled plane of his stomach as he lay on his bed, the dark trail of hair that led from his belly button to the elastic of his boxer briefs. The hand that wasn’t holding the phone was cupping his very hard erection, the material of his underwear stretched taut in an attempt to contain it.

A second ping.

Channing: Thinking of you.

A crazed laugh escaped me, and I turned my phone off before slipping back into my shower, bracing my hands on the wall to hold myself upright. That cheeky bastard.

I’d felt that length pressed against mine when we’d kissed the first time tonight. The first time, fuck. Groaning, my balls ached furiously, the blood filling my cock until it was hard enough to brush my belly. I wasn’t just on edge anymore—I was well over it, years of celibacy and avoiding dating by throwing myself into work now paying me back.

That kiss. Channing’s lips were so fucking gorgeous. I loved the constant, wry smirk that danced at the edges of them. They’d felt great against mine—and those lips would feel so, so good wrapped around my cock.

I grabbed my length, squeezing as I pictured Channing on his knees in front of me, the sarcastic gleam in his eyes twinkling just before he took the head of my cock into his mouth. Water from the shower mixed with the precum dripping from my tip, and I swirled it over the glans, imagining it was his tongue.

Stroking myself slowly, I imagined pumping myself into his mouth, easing my way in. He’d struggle with my girth and length, but I knew Channing would be up to the challenge. He’d been up to proving himself in every other way, standing up to me at every turn. He’d take me in, ignoring his natural gags, those blue eyes watering as he swallowed more and more of me until his nose brushed my red curls.

My hand moved faster on my length. Goddamn. Goddamn. My balls felt tight, the molten churn of a climax impending.

My mind was filled with the image of fucking Channing’s gorgeous mouth, watching my length disappear into it time and time again. My ears were filled with the