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“Duly noted and ignored.” Brendon claps me on the shoulder, and Jeremy leaves.
In just a few minutes, we’re climbing into my car while Jeremy googles tattoo shops.
“There’s one over on Ashland Drive; it’s like four miles from us,” he says and turns on the directions so we can find it.
“I want a neck tattoo,” Brendon says, and I am not surprised. “Will you bite me so I can match Jeremy?” He looks at me, and I can feel my face heat with a blush. I do a lot of shit for Brendon. No one is surprised if he sits on my lap or steals my drink from my hand anymore, but bite him? In public?
“What? You want me to bite you?” I sputter as we pull into the parking lot of the shop.
“Well, I mean, if Jeremy did it and Preston found out, he would murder both of us. So, if you do it, you’ll be saving our lives,” Brendon explains, and damn it, he’s got a good point, but still.
“Okay, I’m going in,” Jeremy announces and gets out of the car.
We follow while Brendon begs me to do it. It’s not that I’m against biting him. Seeing my cum on him was hot as fuck. I’m sure seeing my teeth on him will be too, but that’s not something we can explain away when people ask about it. I know he won’t make up some story about it; he’ll flat out tell people it was me. But when he looks at me with those big puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip, I know I’m fucked.
The place has black-and-white checkered tile floor, light gray walls with artwork all over the place, and very bright lighting. There's a table and chairs set up around the room and what looks like a red room divider in the back in case someone needs privacy.
A beautiful woman with green hair and loads of tattoos talks to Jeremy while I try to hold strong against Brendon.
“Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.” Brendon wags his eyebrows at me, and I glare at him.
“It’s a horrible idea. Why do you want this?”
The smile drops from his face, and it turns serious. “Because you’re my person.”
I huff but nod. “Fine, if you really want to do this, I’ll do it.”
A huge smile brightens his face, and it’s everything I’ve wanted to see for days. He jumps up and down, then walks to the counter to talk to the same woman Jeremy talked to.
Brendon attempts to flirt with her, but she is completely not interested, and I drop down into a seat, hating that he’s flirting with her. He can’t openly flirt with me, and it’s my fault. I don’t think he would care all that much if everyone knew, but I’m just not ready yet. So, this is my punishment, I guess.
A short, thin man with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and full sleeve tattoos calls Jeremy back, and Brendon comes to sit with a clipboard and paperwork.
It doesn’t take long for him to fill it out, and he’s so excited he can’t sit still, so he’s looking at all the art on the walls, flipping through the artists’ books, checking his phone, then comes back to me.
He stands between my knees and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Bite me.”
There’s a ridge in his jeans that tells me he’s turned on by the idea, and I’m not sure which part does it for him. My teeth on his skin? Being in public?
“Kneel.” The word is deep and commanding. Brendon drops to his knees and sits back with a pink blush on his cheeks that I love. Not taking my eyes off his or thinking too hard about it, I slide my hand into the back of his hair and hold it tight to pull his head to the side, then lean forward and drag my nose along his bared neck. His breathing shudders and goose bumps break out on his skin before I sink my teeth into the exposed flesh. I don’t bite him hard, just enough to leave an impression, and he whimpers.
Brendon shifts, running his hand over his dick as I release him, and sits back. I’m achingly hard and want to shove my cock down his fucking throat, right here in the waiting room.
Brendon stands, adjusting himself, and I do the same, then we head back to where Jeremy is getting tattooed.
The tattoo artist finishes up and wipes his skin off with some kind of cleaner. It’s a simple mark on Jeremy’s skin that Preston is going to shit a brick over.
Brendon lopes across the space like a puppy and drops down into the seat Jeremy just got out of.
“Me next!”
The tattoo artist raises an eyebrow but shrugs.
“Okay then.” He sanitizes everything and gets set up again. “I don’t know who bit you, but they need to do it again. This has faded too fast. Unless you want me to just wing it.”
“No!” I snap, but when everyone turns to look at me, my face heats. Fuck. That was possessive as fuck.Take a chill pill, caveman.
Jeremy heads to the mirror they have on the wall to look at his ink, and I head to Brendon. Leaning over him, I bite him a lot harder this time. Brendon lets out a pitiful, aroused sound, and shifts in his seat. When I stand, his face is bright red and he’s pulling on his jeans, probably to give his dick more room. The tattoo artist sighs, and I move back to lean against the wall with my arms crossed.
