Page 20 of Tats

"Tats!"

I don't stop moving my digits or let up on my tongue action until I know I've wringed out her whole orgasm. I remove my fingers and shove my tongue inside her pussy, needing to drink her release.

Fuck, she tastes amazing.

She gasps, and I moan, loving this side of her. I climb up her body and shove my tongue down her throat, making her taste herself as I grab a condom from the drawer in the bedside table, quickly sheath myself, then put my hard cock at her entrance.

I remove her arms from my back and link our fingers, placing them near her head on the bed before thrusting forward. She moans out in pleasure, gripping my hands as she wraps her legs around my waist. I make love to her unintentionally, my mouth moving against hers as our bodies move as one.

I spend the rest of the night inside her cunt, draining my balls, feeling at home.

I take a deep breath, look at the clock on the bedside table, and swallow hard. It's five in the morning, and I know her alarm goes off at six. She has an exam today. Granted, I should have let her sleep a little, but I needed her.

I always fucking need her.

She sighs in her sleep, her arm around my waist moving as her hand grips me like always, holding me tighter as I play with her light blond hair. Her head is on my chest, right over my heart, where her name is tattooed, which Leo, Snake's cousin, who is also a prospect and my new apprentice, did for me last year.

He's sworn to secrecy, and in return, he told me he prefers guys, so I know he'd never say anything.

I fucking love her, I love her so much, and I'm struggling with it. Kellen called it. For the past two years, we've been fucking either here or at my place, keeping our casual relationship between us all while I try to hook up with others but always fucking fail.

I'd start to touch a woman, my lips on her neck, but her smell would be wrong, her touch would be wrong, or the way she feels would be bad.

She fucking wouldn't be Violet.

Each time, I've destroyed a room, and had to sort it out the next day.

The whole point of casual was so I didn't fucking fall in love with her. I was an idiot to think I hadn't already, but she deserves someone better than me. She fucking deserves someone who isn't hung up on his past.

I'll bring her down, the fucking club would bring her down.

I swallow hard, pressing my nose to the top of her head, inhaling her rose scent, holding her that little bit tighter before I slowly remove myself from under her. I silently dress, look at her one more time, then quietly leave, knowing I need to sleep with someone else before I get too invested.

Even if it makes me feel dirty.

Several hours later, I'm cleaning my tattoo chair at Devil's Tats after finishing off a client's full sleeve. Since the club changed the profits, I have done more ink here, but continue seeing clients at home.

I won't get too comfortable; I refuse.

I managed to get four hours of sleep before my first client, but my mind is still on Violet. I keep trying to think of when I fell for her, but I just don't know when. I know it was before the last three years, but we barely spoke in college before her parents passed, so I don't understand it.

She's fucking consuming me, something I said would never happen.

Sighing, I crack my neck. I don't have any other clients, and I know I shouldn't, but I want to see Vi. I can feel my body, heart, and mind at war, needing her.

My door opens. I see Suzy waltzing in wearing nothing but lingerie that she's trying to pass off as a dress, her brown hair curled, and her face full of makeup.

She grins at me, her brown eyes lighting up as she purrs, "Hey, Tats, I was wondering if I could get a consultation?"

I raise a brow at her as she jumps on my tattoo chair, her stripper heels just touching the ground as she looks over me, her eyes lingering on my neck where I know my little minx marked me after the third time last night.

Wait…I mean…. Fuck.

I look at Suzy, and a terrible idea comes to mind. Vi and I are casual, and I need to squash these feelings quickly.

Plus, as angry as it makes me, I know she’s doing the same.

I stand up and walk over to her, making her eyes light up. She opens her legs to make room for me; her bare cunt is on display, already glistening, and my cock doesn't even fucking twitch. Yet, the thought of Vi sitting there, wearing what Suzy is makes it hard.

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