Page 53 of Bound By Ink

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, okay.”

I start tattooing. Every few minutes, I ask if he’s okay. Does he feel all right? I lower my voice, that deep, penetrating rumble that makes his skin pebble as I whisper across his body.

He gives me a tight nod. I keep tattooing, closer to him than necessary, each line taking longer than normal just to keep my hands on him. Each wipe of his skin, I brush a little too close, and he keeps his eyes screwed tight, his breathing heavy, and his skin covered in goosebumps. I get a little closer and let my breath skim across his skin. The gravel I slip into my voice when I tell him how well he’s sitting, what a great job he’s doing, how beautiful it’s gonna look, and how everyone will know who he belongs to, caresses him. I know the effect I’m having on him as I fill him with praise. I keep repeating it. And he relaxes.

“I love him, Killian,” he whispers.

“I know you think you do.”

“Killian, don’t. It would never work between us. You would never be happy in a relationship. You’re just not that type of guy. You’re a lover, Killian. You’re not a stayer.”

I can’t deny it hurts to hear him say that, but I give him a stunning tattoo. It fits his body so beautifully. Enhancing the shape of his Adonis belt and the curve of his hip. It’s gorgeous, and I smile at the work. When I wipe it down, I wrap it straight up while he’s still lying there.

I lean in and kiss his hip. He flinches, but I stand over him. “Sit up slowly, yeah, you might feel dizzy.” I pull himup, and he winces. I smile at him. “You sat so fucking well for me. How are you feeling?”

“A little woozy, I think.”

“Okay, stay there. I’ll get you some juice and chocolate.” I nip into the kitchen before slipping back into the room. He’s on the end of the bed with his hands gripping the side, his head hanging down to his chest. I sit on the stool and slide in front of him.

“Here.” I let him take the chocolate. As his gaze flicks to mine, I hand him the drink. And smile at him, cupping his face, and his eyes flutter closed. Rolling the stool between his legs, I look up at him and rest my hands on his thighs. “You good?”

I rub my thumbs across the sensitive skin, causing him to shudder. He stares down at me. His throat bobs as he swallows hard. His breath stutters, and I can see I’m affecting him. Slowly, I stand in front of him. His eyes follow me as I lean over him. I stare into his eyes and slide my hand across his cheek. Leaning in and gently pressing my lips to his. I grip him a little tighter as I slide my tongue over his. He lets me, shuddering under my touch, and I whisper, “You’re mine, Nerd.”

I kiss him again, firmer, deeper. I show him everything I’m feeling, and he melts for me. His hands slide up my sides, and he pulls me closer.

“Killian.” His voice hoarse and needy.

“I got you, beautiful. Let me make you feel better.”

“Killian, please,” he whimpers in my arms, and I drop to my knees, staring up at him and removing his modesty cloth, his perfect dick springing free. I wrap my hand around him, gripping his cock. Precum seeps from his tip. I lean in and lick it off, sliding my lips around thehead. I stare up at him. He leans back and rests on one arm as his other hand slides into my hair. I wink. I slip my hand around to his ass, holding him tight as I caress my mouth up and down his thick shaft. He groans and bucks against me. I pop his dick from my mouth as I slide my fist up and down.

“That’s it, Nerd, fuck my face, take what you fucking need.” His hips thrust, and he groans, his chest rising and falling harder. His grip tightens in my hair, and he gasps. I slip him inside my mouth again, wrapping my tongue around him, licking and sucking, and nipping at the skin of his cock, sliding my tongue through his slit. My fist slides up and down as my mouth encases him, my tongue flicking around his length, filthy moans echo in the small room.

“Killian,” he gasps. “It’s you. It’s always been you,” he whispers and grunts, his thighs tighten, his balls pull up, and his head drops, falling forward. He stares down at me, screaming my name as he comes down my throat. I slurp and suck hard as he bucks.

He collapses over me, panting. I pull off him and lean up. I kiss him, and he whimpers. I slide my hand over his cheek. My thumb comes away wet.

As I pull back and stare at him, silent tears fall down his face. When he looks at me, his eyes are red. He stands on shaky legs and snatches his jeans, tugging them on.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Killian.”

“We could be good together, Scott. You know we could.”

“It won’t work, Killian. I shouldn’t have let you do this. I have another man’s name tattooed on me. I’m his now. You need to let me be his.”

I stand and push, pinning him against the wall. “I tattooeda nameon you, Nerd, but that name was mine. That’s what you will always be: mine.”

I slam my lips against his, and he gasps. He tries to pull back, and I let him. I take a step back, giving him space.

“He’ll never love you as much as I do.”

His lip shakes. He shuffles away from me towards the door and fumbles with the lock. Tears stain his cheeks as he turns and runs out. The back door rattles as he yanks it open and races into the cold. I flop onto the tattoo bed and clench my fists.

If I’ve just blown this, I will fucking leave. I can’t stick around if he stays with him; Dickhead doesn’t deserve him. Scott just needs a little time to figure that out, and I need to be patient. He will realise we are meant to be together. He will come around. I just need to let him miss me. But I’m not sure I can watch while I wait for that to happen.

Scott

Chapter 28