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“No promises,” I say, hopping down, but Blair knocks my shoulder before I can get far.
“Gotta cover that thing unless you want an infection. You are not ruining my work with your boyfriend’s cum.”
I laugh but let him take the time to cover the tattoo spanning the space under my right nipple. “Again, no promises.”
When I step out into the main floor of the shop, before I can even take a look around for my boyfriend, the ball of five foot two energy known as Noah collides into me. He wraps his koala arms around my waist and buries his nose in my left pec because somehow I’m taller than this pipsqueak.
“Noah,” I groan but can’t put any actual force into dislodging him. He’s become like the little stray puppy in our friend group, soaking up attention wherever he can get it.
He grins up at me and nuzzles his nose into my collarbone, trailing it down my sternum and brushing it over the scar under my pec. I used to fight his affection tooth and nail, but the little cub has wormed his way past my defenses.
“I’m looking for Corey.”
Noah nuzzles back into my neck and squeezes my waist tighter. “Stepped outside. Can I have a kiss?”
When does Noah not want a kiss? I bend down and peck his cheek, but that obviously isn’t good enough because he grabs my face and smashes my mouth into his hard enough to bruise. The little kitten licks he sneaks into my mouth stops me from being angry about it.
I gently push him back and untangle his arms from around me and look around for the scraggly old man that I know is supposed to be keeping an eye on him. I find him in the corner half reading a book—or at least pretending to—with one eye trained on Noah.
I guess he isn’t really that old—forties maybe—but he still looks like a homeless man with his long black hair that looks like a rat’s nest shoved into a bun in his head. I guide Noah over and deposit him in the seat next to the guy. “Keep an eye on your boy, yeah?”
As I turn, I spot just the man I’m looking for out the shop window, and I give Noah and his partner-of-sorts a salute and bound out to corner Corvin and drag his cranky ass back inside.
“The fuck you doing out here?”
He’s leaning against the corner of the shop taking a slow drag of his cigarette, and when I crinkle my nose he rolls his eyes and stomps it into the ground with his boot.
“Sorry, Dimples. Holding out in there?”
My plan was to drag him inside and make him fuck me in the bathroom right outside Blair’s room because fuck him for knowing I needed to get laid. But double fuck this man with his nicknames and bad ass habits I’ve been trying to make him kick for a damn year and a half.
I stomp over and grab his wrist, dragging him back into the alley just past the dumpster where passersby will have to break their necks to get a look at anything good.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” I say, to which he grins and watches with hungry eyes as I undo the button on my jeans and shove them plus my boxers down my thighs. “Get down there and suck my dick.”
Corvin licks that shit-eating grin, but he drops to his knees and fits my ass-cheeks in his hands without question. “Not gonna fuck me today? Figured you’d be on an adrenaline high.”
I shift and press my foot against his crotch, dick hard and straining in his shorts. “No, I didn’t bring my goddamn cock to an ink appointment with my brother.“ His eyes flutter closed when I increase the pressure, and I roll mine before giving him a harder than necessary shove in the thigh and readjusting my stance. He wavers but keeps his position, fingers digging into the meat of my ass. “Now shut up before I shove my cock down your throat.”
Corvin always looks like a devil down on his knees, dark coils framing his face and even darker eyes pools of liquid lust. He ducks his head, dropping his hands to the backs of my thighs to spread them wide, and then licks a long, languid stripe over my engorged dick. “I’d like to see you try.” And then he closes his lips over my erection and sucks.
“Fuck, fuck!” I grip his head and hold him there, stomach already clenching tight at the broad strokes of his tongue that dips towards my front hole in teasing sweeps. “I’m not kissing you until you taste like my cum.”
Not that it’ll take long. Blair was right; that stupid tattoo gun has me all wound up. This is going to go embarrassingly fast.
“How long do we have?” Corvin mumbles, taking a break to leave little love bites along my thigh.
“Ten minutes.”
There’s that grin again, and even though I tighten my hands in his hair, Corvin reminds me that he only submits because he wants to by refusing to let me shove him back down.
“Then I have ten minutes to tease you and send you back a dripping, horny mess, don’t I?”
Fuck him. Fuck him so goddamn hard. When we get home, his ass is getting pounded into the mattress. Because sure as shit he spends the next ten minutes driving me to the edge only to back down at the last second and wait until the need passes to do it all over again.
Right before I have to get back, when I’m sure he’s going to leave me hot and bothered, he does something even worse: he pushes me over and pulls away, reaching up to pin my hands to the wall as one hell of a ruined orgasm rocks though me.
This motherfucker.
