Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I reached out and grabbed his arm, drawing his eyes to mine.
“You just made a bad decision. Everyone makes bad decisions,” I assured him. “You’re not a bad person for wanting a comfortable college experience.”
“My parents pretty much outcasted me after that. We’re second generation, but my family still feels like we have something to prove to belong here,” Taj said. “All I can do is not mess up again. That’s why I focus on art.”
“Well, I’m your canvas today. Specifically my nipples,” I replied as I gave him a smile to cheer him up.
Taj lightened up and chuckled.
“Best canvas,” he said before cleaning my left nipple and marking it with a purple marker. He then positioned the clamp and held the needle on one side between his forefinger and thumb. “Just don’t forget to breathe.”
I subtly nodded and kept my eyes over his head, not wanting to look at the needle. My body automatically wanted to tense up, but I did my best not to be as stiff as a statue.
“I’m ready,” I told him, reminding myself that it was going to be quick.
“One, two, three. Small pinch,” Taj said before pushing the needle through, moving swiftly to pull the barbell through next. “Hell yeah. Took that like a champ.”
I released a shaky breath as he secured the ball on the other end of the barbell, my nipple feeling hot and sore already.
“Ouch,” I squeaked out as I looked down at my pierced nipple, my eyes widening in surprise. I knew that it happened, but woah!
“Piece of cake, baby,” Taj chuckled, looking like he was having the time of his life as he prepared my right nipple.
“For you,” I laughed, heat rolling through me as he touched me. Even if he was being professional, he was still turning me on, especially with him being so close to me. I could smell his citrusy cologne, and I had to keep myself from hooking my legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
“One more,” Taj said as he positioned the clamp again. He counted down again before piercing my right nipple, adjusting the barbell afterward before stepping back to admire his work. “Beautiful.”
I smiled in an amused manner when he kissed the tips of his fingers.
“That was pretty intense,” I told him as I crossed my legs.
Taj cocked an eyebrow at me before grinning in a devilish manner.
“Let me get some ice. It’ll help with the pain,” he replied before walking toward the back room.
While he was gone, I took a moment to turn my body toward the mirror on the wall, admiring the silver barbells that now adorned my hard nipples. Honestly, they suited me, and I felt a jolt of confidence.
Taj walked back toward me with an ice cube between his fingertips. When he reached me, he slipped between my legs and gently swirled the ice cube around my left nipple.
“You did really good,” he murmured as his free hand settled on my upper thigh.
“Maybe I should be rewarded,” I replied as our eyes met.
Taj shot me an amused but intrigued look as his fingers etched up my thigh.
“Oh, really?” he said as he leaned closer. The ice on my nipple started to slowly melt, cold water coursing down my breast and stomach and stimulating me even more. “I think so too.”
I nearly sighed in relief when his lips finally met mine. I could taste the peppermint he had in his mouth earlier, my tongue brushing his. My body started warming up all over as his hand teasingly brushed between my thighs before undoing my jean shorts. I parted my legs more, leaning back to let him slip his hand into my panties.
“Oh…” I moaned as his fingers sought out my clit, rubbing slow circles as he moved the ice cube to the other nipple.
“Already so wet for me,” Taj murmured, sliding his fingers through my wetness before returning to my clit.
I gripped his tank top in two tight handfuls, arching my back and pushing my hips forward needily.
“Feels so good,” I told him. Between his fingers on my clit and the ice on my nipples, I was so sensitive to the touch, on the verge of writhing.
“I bet it does, baby,” Taj said, watching the water from the ice cube glide down my body. “I want you to ride me. How does that sound?”
I nodded eagerly before feeling two of his fingers push inside of me, curling deep to prepare me. I tugged at his tank top until he stripped it off, leaving him in his black jeans.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” I nearly whined the words, wanting him to replace his fingers with his cock.
Taj drew away once the ice cube had fully melted. He grabbed the waist of my shorts and panties and tugged them off in one smooth motion before undoing his belt and jeans. He sat on his tattoo table and helped me straddle him, positioning my knees on the table.