AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My lips curve upward, and I know he can feel my grin. “I’m not really perfect.” He starts to speak, probably to tell me I’m wrong, but before he can, I add, “But Iamperfect for the three of you. Just like you’re perfect for me.”
His voice drops low as he groans, “Fuck, yes. You have no idea.”
He kisses me again, and I get the feeling that if Vic wasn’t waiting for his turn to be tattooed, there’s a good chance I’d end up on my back on the couch again. But after a few more heartbeats, he reluctantly releases me, then gets up to make room for Vic.
Vic already has his shirt off, and I know without even checking that his shirt will be folded neatly on the coffee table instead of tossed to the side like Ransom’s and Malice’s shirts.
He smiles when he sits down, and I smile back, taking a moment to check out the canvas of his body the way I did with his brothers.
It’s different with Vic, of course. He has some tattoos that he got willingly, but so many of them are marks left behind by his asshole father. I wonder what he thinks of when he sees them, and if he ever thinks of getting them removed. Maybe he wears them like badges of honor, the same way I’ve decided to wear my scars. A reminder to himself of what he’s been through and what he survived.
Either way, I want the tattoo I give him to be a reminder of something so much better than that.
After prepping the gun one more time with Malice’s help, I grab it and rest one hand on Vic’s chest to balance myself.
“Okay?” I ask, glancing at him.
His blue eyes are dark, and he does seem a bit on edge. Still, he nods, giving me his approval to keep going.
The third time is even easier, even if my hand is starting to cramp up a little from holding the gun. I move the needle in neat lines, the design of my initial already burned into my brain by now.
Vic takes deep, even breaths, and his fingers tap out a steady rhythm on his thigh as he counts to himself, riding out the sensations.
I know he’s using his counting techniques to get through the pain, but I can tell from the way his face is flushed that there’s pleasure too. When I go over a line to make it a little darker, a noise spills out of Vic’s mouth, and I have to wonder if he let it slip on purpose, or if it was involuntary.
Either way, it sounded closer to a moan than a sound of distress, and the sexual tension in the air kicks up another notch.
I can feel Malice and Ransom off to the side, their attention locked on me intently. Ransom’s breathing is loud, and Malice makes a noise low in his throat, similar to the sound his twin just made.
Vic jerks a little in his seat, and I glance up at him, pausing for a second. He’s hard in his pants, and he stops tapping his fingers on his leg and palms his cock instead, squeezing his hard-on as if trying to master himself.
I lick my lips, my heart racing a little.
“You could take care of yourself the same way you guys took care of me when I got my first tattoo,” I whisper.
The way his eyes immediately flare with heat and then go even darker lets me know that he remembers exactly what happened when I got my first tattoo, and his fingers fumble for his waistband without hesitation.
I watch, keeping the needle away from his skin as he drags his cock out and takes it in hand.
It’s thick and hard, flushed at the tip and leaking slightly. My stomach flutters at the sight, and I lean closer and spit directly onto the head, giving him some lube to work with.
“Do that again,” he rasps, so I do, watching him smear it over the smooth, veiny skin of his cock.
It’s almost mesmerizing, and it takes a few seconds for me to wrench my attention back to the tattoo I’m giving him and away from how Vic strokes himself in slow movements.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch more motion, and when I shoot a quick glance in that direction, I see Ransom lick his palm before wrapping his fist around his own cock. Beside him, Malice is hard again, stroking himself as he watches me.
If the room didn’t smell like sex before, it definitely does now, and the scent of it is like a fucking aphrodisiac, making me crave more. My body is exhausted, but my clit still throbs a little, weak little pulses that urge me on.
“Fuck…” Vic tips his head back on another groan, and I’m positive by now that each noise he makes is intended to be audible.
He wants me to hear what I’m doing to him, how much he’s getting off on this. There’s still that fine control, his usual precision in how he keeps his strokes even, not letting his hand fly over his cock to bring him to completion too soon… but he’s getting close.
“I’m almost done,” I murmur, going back in to touch up a few places.
“Me too,” he rasps with a sound that’s almost a laugh.
The strain in his voice makes a shiver run through me, and I finish up the tattoo before setting the gun aside for good.
