I caught up with a few more people, everyone welcoming me back and saying how happy they were to have me home finally.
“Ink, I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” Vida strolled up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I jumped at the touch.
“Jeez, take a pill, Ink. It’s just me.” She giggled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her room.
It’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you.
Jazmine’s voice echoed in my head for a second before I focused back on the woman in front of me.
Vida pulled me into the room and before the door shut. She was trying to get her tongue down my throat, attempting to take control. I used to love that shit. I used to wait on Vida hand and foot, begging for the scraps of pleasure she gave me. That was then this was now. I wouldn’t be forced to wait for my pleasure by anyone unless it was my choice. I turned her around; my larger body easily overpowering hers. I grabbed her ass and pulled her core close to mine. She wiggled and moaned into my mouth.
“Yes, Ink.” She sucked on my lips, pulling them into her mouth. I put my hand under the small shirt she had on and pulled upwards. Her entire midsection was covered in new tats, most of them cheesy quotes or basic animals. They didn’t look that great, the more I was able to examine them.
She pulled back from me after noticing me looking at her, “Oh, you like? I had a kick-ass deal. I used to …” She stuttered for a second, “ hang out with the tattoo artist. He charged me next to nothing for all of them.”
Hang out. I smirked, “Hang out, you mean you were fucking him?”
She let her lip hang out for a second, “Oh baby, don’t be jealous. He meant nothing to me. I love you; I was just lonely.” She turned and walked what should have been seductively over to the bed, but all I could see were the atrocities she called tattoos spread across her back. How fucking foolish to let a novice do that much work on you, especially if they weren’t talented.
I put the thought out of my mind, she would learn, maybe I could go with her and get some cover-ups. I followed her over to the bed and took my shirt off.
“Yes. I love this new body of yours.” She reached up and pulled me on top of her. “You must have been lifting weights all day to get ripped like this.” She leaned up and kissed at my neck.
No, I was killing people in a box, that’s how I got fucking muscles like this. I spoke to myself. I was trying to fall back into the groove. Vida had always been like this, a little insensitive with the shit that came out of her mouth. I just had to get out of my head. This gorgeous woman could have anyone in the fucking world, and she wanted me.
I grabbed her by the neck, pulling her mouth back to mine. I kissed her deeply as she rocked against my semi-hard cock.
She scratched at her neck for a second before sitting up on my midsection. I grunted and reached up to pull her down.
She unbuttoned her pants and stood above me while she shimmied out of them. “You owe me so many fucking orgasms. You got a lot of time to make up for.” She threw her pants to the side of the room and sat back down on me.
I owe you? What the shit? That’s the most selfish shit I’ve ever fucking heard. I didn’t owe her shit. I was still trying to catch up on all the orgasms I missed. I closed my eyes and willed my brain to shut the hell up.
“The hell I do,” I grunted before I pulled her back down to my mouth. I wanted to please her, but I wasn’t going to do it just because I owed her anything.
She rocked harder against me, and I sucked at her lips. She tasted like sex and bourbon. She panted and whimpered against my mouth, and I grabbed at her shapely thighs, spreading them further apart. It had been so long since I felt her pussy. I was excited to feel her again. She put her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh. Then she pulled down. I smelt blood.
Ruby flashed in my head, and I pushed Vida off me hard. I leaned over and grabbed her hard by her hair.
“What the fuck! What is your damn problem, Vida!” I roared at her.
She reached back and dislodged my hand from her hair. “No, what is your problem, Ink? God, I thought you’d be down for a good time. Why are you freaking out so badly? Fuck, you are such a damn buzzkill!” She scratched at her arm as she looked away.
I looked down at the arm she’d been scratching. Was that a fucking track mark? I grabbed her hard by the arm and bent my head down to get a closer look. It seemed like she tried to cover it with makeup, but it was most definitely a track mark.
Ugh, Junkie bitch.
“How fucking long you been using?” I asked, my voice low and gruff.
“Oh, please, you used to have a good time before. Now you’re going to sit there and judge me?”
“Fuck that. I have never shot damn poison in my veins.” I got up from the bed and reached down to get my shirt. That was it for me. There was no way I could do anything with her tonight. This was the
