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)
Marlo carefully applied the stencil to my arm, the smooth drag of his fingertips making the hair on my arms stand up. Even when they were just preparing me for a tattoo, their touches worked me up.
“Restless?” Marlo murmured with a slight smirk.
I tried to hide my smile by pressing my teeth into my bottom lip, but I failed and shrugged in a playful manner.
“We’ll take care of that too,” Marlo assured me, patting my thigh through my jeans before letting Bryce get to his stool to begin.
I subtly rubbed my thighs together, almost forgetting about my tattoo for a second until Bryce rested his gloved hand on my arm.
“Ready?” Bryce asked.
I nodded, my adrenaline ramping up. As the guys surrounded me, occasionally touching me or murmuring something to me, my desire shot up as well. They split up the tattoo in parts so that each of them had a turn, carefully covering my forearm with straight, clear lines and smooth shading. Whenever I grimaced when they started tattooing on a sensitive part of my arm, I felt someone’s hand on mine or fingers stroking through my hair. They were there for me every second of the way until Gus wiped off the excess ink one last time.
“Done,” he said, having just finished up the shading on the hilt of the dagger.
I immediately popped up in a sitting position so that I could look down at my finished tattoo, my eyes growing wide.
“It’s amazing!” I gasped, keeping myself from touching the fresh ink. It looked so beautiful and professionally done that I almost wanted to get more added to it right then and there. However, it was perfect just how it was. “Thank you so much.”
“Our pleasure,” Ti murmured next to my ear from behind me.
Having them surround me and watch me, even while just getting a tattoo done, turned me on, and it only worked me up even more to know that they were marking me as theirs with each line they tattooed on my body.
“It could be,” I replied as I looked over my shoulder at him while Taj wrapped my tattoo up with a Saniderm bandage.
Ti slid his fingers into my hair, adopting a firm grip as he leaned forward to crash his lips against mine. It was easy to tell that he had been penting up his desire while watching me and tattooing one of the flowers on my arm.
I moaned against his lips, feeling Taj release my arm. I held my forearm close to my chest, making sure to keep it safe as my kiss deepened. It wasn’t long before I felt two hands slide up my legs toward my inner thighs. When someone put pressure near my clit through my jeans, I released a shaky breath.
“Fuck…” I gasped as Ti broke the kiss.
However, Ti didn’t let go of my hair. He guided me down onto my back only for Marcus to grab my hips and pull me closer to the bottom of the tattoo table.
“I was dying to take these clothes off,” Marcus said as he undid my jeans and stripped them off with my panties.
“We should’ve tattooed her naked,” Baker replied with a smirk as he carefully helped me out of my shirt and bra, being mindful of my fresh ink. No fun time was worth a messed-up tattoo.
“What do you think about that? I bet you’d like that,” Taj asked me as he stood at the head of the tattoo table, leaning over to peer down at me.
I immediately nodded, goosebumps covering my skin as the cool air hit it.
“Yes,” I said, desire pulsing through me like a heartbeat.
“Of course, she would.” Marcus chuckled before leaning down to drag his tongue through my folds in one quick swipe.
I tilted my head back with a moan, blissful fire raging through me. I then shifted my eyes to the right to see Gus, Marlo, and Bryce either sitting or standing, watching the show with pleased looks on their faces. Being with all of them made me realize just how much I liked being watched.
Baker took a seat on Bryce’s stool and pushed himself to the side, a noticeable ridge already showing through his jeans.
Ti grabbed my upper arm on my other arm and pulled me closer to the edge of the tattoo table where he stood. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, his hand moving to grip my jaw in a possessive manner.
“Think you can handle all of us for the rest of your life?” he asked after breaking the kiss, keeping his hand on my flushed face.
I didn’t even have to think about my answer. I immediately nodded, giving him pleading eyes and letting out a whimper when Marcus’s tongue ran over my clit.
“Tell me,” Ti replied, crouching down so that we were eye-to-eye.