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I don’t have any tattoos of my own, and I had no idea that the process would be such a fucking turn on to watch. Or maybe it’s just Dante. He holds perfectly still, his breath smooth and even, giving nothing away. His body tells a different story, though. One that has a deep, urgent heat pulsing between my legs as I watch.
I squirm, then shrug out of my jacket and lay it on an empty shelf.
As Nico drags the needle over Dante’s skin, small beads of blood well up and along the smooth, curving lines. A thin sheen of sweat appears on Dante’s sculpted body as Nico works, and Dante’s eyes burn into me like they’re a direct conduit to every single sensation.
The bite of pain accompanying the whir of the needle.
The ache in his flesh as the new image is forced inside it.
All that color and chaos, contained and captured.
I’m flushed and hot and don’t even realize I’m panting until Nico finally throws me an amused look over his shoulder as he lays down the final line.
“Virgin?” he asks, raising his eyebrows as he quickly scans my exposed skin for any sign of ink. “Everyone cleared out of this place when we closed about half an hour ago, but I don’t mind staying a little longer if you want me to—”
“Nico,” Dante interrupts him, slowly sitting upright with his eyes still locked onto mine. “Get the fuck out.”
Nico laughs, but gets to his feet and gathers up the tools he used. “Maybe another time then,” he says, tapping a packet near the door. “Don’t forget your aftercare.”
“Out,” Dante repeats, his cock a thick, throbbing line of temptation pressing against the denim of his jeans as he continues to stare at me.
I lick my lips and Dante smirks, and I don’t give a shit whether Nico is out of the room yet.
When he reaches for me, I almost come just from the brush of his hands over my skin.
“Did I mention how fucking hot you look in this little skirt?” he whispers as he pulls me onto his lap in the tattoo chair, his big hands sliding up my thighs and pushing it up to bunch around my waist as he cups my ass and encourages me to straddle him. “Fuck, you’re practically bare,” he breathes out, running his fingers under the thin g-string of the thong I’m wearing. “Have you been walking around like this all day?”
“Does it matter?” I settle on top of his erection and rock against him. “You weren’t with me then.”
“I am now,” he mutters, his hands tightening on my ass and encouraging the motion. And then he’s kissing me. Fucking inhaling me. Biting at my lips, then whispering sweet lies and filthy promises against my skin as he yanks the thin straps of my top down and lifts me up to give my breasts the same treatment.
His jaw is rough with a five o’clock shadow, scraping against my sensitive skin as he nuzzles between them. Then he palms my left breast hard, turning his head to suck my right nipple into his mouth like he’s trying to swallow it, and pleasure arcs through my body like lightning.
“Fuck.Dante.”
I arch against him with a gasp, remembering his fresh tattoo just in time to avoid touching it. I tunnel my hands through the back of his rich brown hair, holding him in place instead as pure, primal need takes over. Dante groans, his jaw rasping against me again as he switches to the other side, and I grind down on his hard length, riding his trapped cock like a woman possessed.
My thong is soaked through and my pussy is fuckingaching. I need relief like I need air. I need his cock.
“Shit, you feel good, princess.”
“Yeah, I do,” I pant, tugging on his hair until he lifts his face back toward mine. “But I’ll feel better once you make me come.”
He smirks, sliding one hand down my body to grab my ass in a punishing grip. “Is that a request?”
“You said you weren’t a tease.” I slip my hand between us, popping his fly open. “Prove it.”
His eyes go molten, and he yanks my g-string to the side as I flex my thighs, lifting just high enough to pull his cock out and impale myself on every last inch of it.
“Fuck,” he groans, the tendons in his throat standing out as he throws his head back and sucks air in through his nose. Then he tangles one hand in my hair, wrapping the soft length hanging down my back around his fist, and squeezes my ass with his other one, staring into my soul. “Do it. Ride me, princess. Take what’s yours.”
His cock flexes inside me and I’m fucking lost. He feels so damn good that I can’t stand it, can’t stand to be still and have no patience for waiting. I do exactly what he said and ride him hard, slamming down on his cock over and over as he attacks my mouth with his and swallows down all the filthy sounds that spill out of me until, with no warning at all, I shatter. Coming so hard on his cock that all the chaos and color of the bird he just branded himself with takes off inside me andflies.
Dante grips me tight and takes over, fucking up into me so hard the tools laid out on the table next to the tattoo chair start to rattle and bounce. “Fucking gorgeous.Jesus, princess. Nothing’s as good as fucking you. Fuckingnothing,” he groans, pushing me even higher until, with a gritty curse, he shudders and slams up into me one last time, filling me with everything he has.
And even then—with long, open-mouthed kisses and slow lazy thrusts that push his cum out of my pussy until my thighs are coated with it—he doesn’t stop.
I don’t want him to.
