Chapter 25: Inked in Intimacy

AVA

I slid off Cyrus’s legs and grabbed a pen out of a drawer. I handed it to him.

“All yours,” I said, meaning more than just the pen. “Mark me, Mr. Brentstone.”

Cyrus took the pen out of my hand and scooped me up with his other arm. He carried me over to the couch and plopped me down on my back.

He straddled me and slowly started to undo the buttons of my dress, one by one.

My chest was heaving with anticipation. He unbuttoned the last one and slowly opened my dress, exposing me to him. He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of me with his eyes.

“Fuck,” he said.

Then he bent down and started trailing kisses down my body, starting at my lips and stopping at the lace of my panties. Then he kissed me over the thin fabric between my legs.

An explosion went off in my head, and heat pooled where he had kissed me. I nearly came undone just then, and my mind started racing at the effect he would have on me ~without~ any fabric between us.

Cyrus looked at me, very pleased to see me so on edge, and picked up the pen. He pulled the edge of my panties down ever so slightly and wrote a C right there on my groin.

It tickled so badly that he had to hold down my legs to keep me from accidentally kneeing him in the face. He kissed his mark after he was done, making me arch my back again.

“All mine,” he whispered between my legs.

“All yours.” I was breathing shakily. “Do I get to mark you as well?”

I said it jokingly, but I genuinely wanted to know. Was this just a one-way thing? Did he want to have me available to him but see other people himself?

Cyrus grabbed me and flipped us around so I was on top of him. “All yours,” he said.

My heart fluttered. ~All mine. All mine?! How did I get so lucky?~

Cyrus handed me the pen. I looked down at his gorgeous face and his matching physique. I slid my hands down from his pecs to the deep V-lines that peeked out from underneath the boxers he was wearing.

I traced them all the way down and stopped on either side of his erection. It bounced up and down at my touch, which made me smile.

I bent over and trailed kisses down his lower belly and into his groin and then kissed the head of his stiffness through the fabric of the boxers.

His breathing turned ragged, and he grabbed my arms as I kissed it again.

“Ava,” he groaned.

“Cyrus.”

He pulled me to his lips. “Don’t tease me, baby.”

My brain turned to mush hearing him call me baby. I broke away from his kiss, gasping for air.

I scooted downward again and pulled the elastic band of his boxers—slightly further than necessary—to peek at the base of his manhood. The sight turned me on so much I nearly passed out.

I put an A on his groin, like he had done to me, and kissed the bare skin. He grabbed the back of my head reflexively and pulled my face down into him.

I dipped my tongue out of my mouth, licking a small patch of skin on his lower belly, just to get a taste. He growled and yanked me back up to his face, claiming my mouth with his.

“Not yet,” he said. “Soon, but not yet.”

We spent the rest of the day getting to know each other better, physically and otherwise. I had to pinch myself a couple of times, checking to see if this was really happening.

We felt so comfortable around each other, and we were really making up for lost time when it came to kissing.

We sat on the couch in just our underwear, my legs wrapped around his torso, and talked about the first weeks. Cyrus’s hand was running up and down my leg mindlessly.

“I thought about firing him multiple times,” he confessed when we got to talking about Tobias.

“I really did. Just for plain being into you at first, and then for asking you out. Even more so when you said yes.”

His face turned slowly darker as he spoke. “And then when I heard he was the one that made you walk across the parking garage that night, I wanted to fire him and also beat him up.”

I shook my head. “He didn’t ‘make me’ walk alone. He offered to drop me off closer to the car. I told him not to bother.”

“He never should have listened. He put you in danger.”

“He didn’t put me in danger, Cy. Don’t blow things out of proportion. He didn’t have anything to do with it, and I’m sure he felt unnecessarily guilty anyway.”

My fingers softly traced the line between his eyebrows, trying to smooth it out. “Besides, you came to me that night. And we had that…moment…in my closet.”

Cyrus cupped my jaw in his hand, his thumb resting on my lower lip. “But you wanted to call ~him~ to come get you from the hospital.”

I laughed cynically. “Should I have asked for you instead, ~Mr. Brentstone~? You were kind of being a dick to me all the time.”

He started trailing kisses down my neck, beginning just behind my ear and making his way down to my collarbone. “Call me Cyrus,” he rasped, continuing his way down to my chest.

“Cyrus…”

In a flash, I was on my back, Cyrus on top of me. He kissed the skin where my bra met my breast, making my breathing speed up.

He looked up at me. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you.”

“Forgiven.”

I gasped for air as his tongue dipped between the lace of the bra and my breast, sliding right by my nipple, not quite touching it. I arched my back into his face, trying to move closer to him.

“I’m going to take this off now.”

He unclasped my bra behind my back but paused for me to respond. I hesitated a moment, realizing this would be crossing another line, but then nodded eagerly.

He slowly slid the straps of my bra down my shoulders, and I slipped my arms through. It was now just lying on my chest, still covering me, but no longer attached.

He hooked his finger under the patch of fabric connecting the cups, and pulled it off me, exposing my bare breasts.

Suddenly feeling insecure, I tried to cross my arms over my chest, but Cyrus stopped me.

“Don’t.” He leaned forward, letting his face rest between my breasts, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good.”

I felt dizzy, and I grabbed his shoulders for support, more mental than physical.

He slowly raised his head back up to look at my chest. I felt him harden more against my groin, which I took as a compliment.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

I shifted beneath him, looking away.

“Look at me, Ava.”

I flicked my eyes back at him.

“I want to look into those eyes as I sink into you.”

I gasped, and my eyes widened. ~Oh yes, please do.~

Cyrus smirked at me and bent down to kiss my breasts. He slid his hands up my rib cage, cupping my breasts in his hands.

He started massaging them as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and alternated between sucking and softly biting it.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and grinding my crotch into his. I wanted him inside me so badly I could cry.

When I finally felt like I could breathe again, I frantically ran my hands down his torso toward his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his cock through the fabric and gasped at the size.

He ripped my hands away and pinned them above my head. He held them there, his eyes closed, catching his breath as he pressed his erection into the fabric of my panties so roughly it almost hurt. Almost~.~

“We’re not there yet,” he said, kissing my lips. “I’m going to take my time on you.”