I thrust forward, slowly so she can feel every inch. The tip of my cock presses against her tongue as I fuck her tits, the head popping into her mouth with every stroke. She moans, and that vibration travels up the length of me, settling into my spine.
My hips buck faster, her tongue flicking out to lap at my cock every time I shove forward. She’s drooling, the mess running down her chin and my shaft, smearing the ink on her tits. I squeeze them even closer together, the tightness stealing my breath.
I keep fucking her like that, hard and rough, keeping my eyes locked on hers. The familiar pull in my balls hits like a truck, the heat winding up my spine. I’m about to come and I have a decision to make — tits or mouth. But I’m too far gone to think anymore.
She takes that decision out of my hands when she leans forward, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, a hungry look in her eyes.
I let go of her tits and thrust into her mouth as I come, bracing myself against the headboard. The world narrows to the heat of her, to the way she’s sucking me dry, not wasting a single drop. I watch as her throat contracts, taking all of it, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Tongue,” I demand the second I pull out, impatience threaded through my voice.
She opens her mouth with a sinful smile, a few drops of me still glistening on her tongue.
“Be a good girl and swallow it all, adorable,” I murmur, returning the smile.
She does, and I collapse next to her, pulling her into my arms. I kiss her, deep and filthy, tasting myself, already wanting more.
“I think your pussy needs some attention now too,” I mutter, brushing my lips along the side of her throat, grazing her earlobe.
She shivers in my arms, pressing closer.
“Only after I get to write my name on your dick,” she whispers, laughter in her voice.
…aaaand I’m at full mast again.
Hours later, we’re still in bed, Adora stretched on top of me, boneless, my hand moving lazily through her hair. It’s the weekend and, if we didn’t have a party thrown in her name at the clubhouse tonight, we’d probably spend all of it right here.
“When are you getting your books out of storage?” she asks, her fingers brushing over my ribs. “I remember you had a collection of Greek and Roman myths, and I’m in the mood to read some god shenanigans.”
“I’ll do it next week,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
She hums, pleased. A few seconds later, her fingers stop moving, splaying over my ribs.
“Dominic,” she starts, her voice a little unsure. That tone instantly puts me on alert. “Is this tattoo supposed to represent me?”
She taps my ribs once, and I know exactly which one she means. A snake coiled around a rose, tearing it apart while the thorns dig into the snake, drawing blood.
“I wanted to ask you before, but I always chickened out,” she continues. “All your other ones are skulls and vultures and screaming faces, but this one’s different. It’s okay if it’s about me, I’m just curious.”
I wrap my hand around hers where it rests on my ribs and give it a squeeze.
“None of my tattoos mean anything to me, adorable,” I murmur, kissing her head again. “I didn’t choose a single one. Had no instructions, no vision.”
My arm drops to her waist, pulling her closer.
“After I got out of prison, I went to Sketch and Inker and told them to go crazy. Put whatever they wanted on me, just cover as much as possible. That snake is just some shit Sketch came up with and is weirdly proud of.”
I have no fucking idea why I wanted to do this, I just did it. And I didn’t get to talk about it in therapy to maybe figure it out. I’m still on the fence about going back to that doc, though. Getting shot was less painful than facing her. I hated it.
Adora lifts her head and frowns down at me in mock horror. “You let them draw whatever on you? What if they did some hairy balls and a dick on your chest or neck?”
“I would’ve killed them,” I deadpan.
Her eyes widen right before she bursts into laughter.
My brows pull together. “I’m not joking.”
“I know you aren’t,” she says, barely getting the words out between laughs. “I was just imagining you walking around with some hairy balls hanging at the base of your neck.”
