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Going to the reunion filled me with nerves, but that’s nothing compared to what I’m about to do. Am I seriously getting a tattoo? As in, permanent ink on my body?
Yes, I am. This is something I need to do for myself. I’m done being the quiet girl treated horribly in high school. My life is happening now, not in the past. It’s time I took my life back, starting with getting a tattoo.
I’ve always dreamed of having one, so now is my chance. Nate is one of the state’s best tattoo artists—I checked. After we met, I looked him up online. There’s no one I trust more than him.
Nate parks the car and unlocks the door to the tattoo shop. It looks kind of eerie in the dark. We step over the threshold, and he flicks a light switch on.
“I’m closing these, so we don’t have any onlookers,” he says, pulling the blinds. “All you need to do is relax.”
I sit down and eye the tools he spreads on a metal tray. Sterile needles, bottles of ink, a stencil of the tattoo I chose, and some other stuff.
“It’s not too late to back out.”
“I’m not backing out,” I say, and I mean it.
Am I scared? Absolutely. Will I get the tattoo anyway? Hell, yeah. It’s getting inked into my skin forever tonight. This tattoo will bind me to Nate forever, even if we don’t end up together, and this will all be nothing but a memory.
Whoa, end up together? Where are these thoughts coming from? It’s true that I like him a lot, but I don’t know if he feels the same. Then again, if the kisses he gave me were fake, he should get an Oscar for his performance.
“Ready?” he asks, putting on a pair of surgical gloves.
I nod.
Nate cleans my shoulder with rubbing alcohol before placing the stencil on my skin. The gesture is unexpectedly intimate. He works focused and fast, like a true professional.
So far, I’m feeling great, but when Nate grabs the tattoo gun, my nerves are back in full swing.
“If you want to stop at any time, tell me, okay?”
“I will.”
The needle touches my skin, and I close my eyes. It hurts, but less than I thought it would. Instead of focusing on the pain, I listen to the sound of the tattoo gun and Nate’s breathing. It’s calming me somehow.
When he finally puts the device down, I’m relieved it’s already over. “Can I take a look?”
He picks up a bottle of pink ink. “Don’t you want to wait until it’s ready?”
“Oh, it’s not?”
“No, I only just started doing the contours.”
Shit. How ridiculous of me to think I could get a tattoo in less than five minutes. Nate goes back to work, and I need something to distract me.
“How long have you had your shop?” I ask him.
“A few years now. I worked as a freelancer at another tattoo shop until I had enough money saved to start my own business. It’s a dream come true. I get to draw designs, and people pay me to have them inked on their skin forever. If that’s not flattering, I don’t know what is.”
“I never thought of it that way, but you’re right. The fact that they want your designs to be forever visible on their bodies means a lot. And I understand your clients perfectly. You have the most beautiful drawings I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks, Roxy.” I can’t see him in this position, but his voice tells me he’s smiling. “What about you?”
“I start at my new job on Monday, so I don’t know yet, but I think it’s going to be a blast. I’ll be working as a veterinary assistant at Furry Paws.”
He whistles. “Wow, that’s cool. Can I assume you love animals, then?”
“You bet. I’m sad I can’t have any animals, though. Our landlord doesn’t allow any pets. If he did, I’d go to the shelter and adopt a dog right away.”
“Really? I just moved out of my brother’s place and got a dog. We live up the mountain. I’m sure my dog would love to have you visit us sometime. He loves playing with people.”
I smile. “And your dog’s owner?”
“He’d love to have you come over too. I thought that was a given,” he says in a low voice. “And also... I’m open to play as well.”
My heart pumps heat through my body. He wants to play with me?
“Define play,” I say, feeling bolder than ever now I’m getting a tattoo.
He turns off the tattoo gun and breathes loudly. He switches the ink color. Only after sitting down again does he speak. “I don’t know if you could handle the answer.”
Jesus Christ, is he trying to turn me into a soaking puddle? “Try me.”
“If you wanted me to, I’d kiss you again, but for real this time. None of that fake dating stuff.”
I swallow. “Go on.”
“After kissing you senseless, I’d slide down the straps of your dress and kiss your bare shoulders. Then, I’d let my tongue travel down to your nipples and lick them. Once they’re properly taken care of, I’d put them in my mouth completely and suck them.”
Heat pools between my legs, and I cross them. Nate knows something is up, though. I can feel his eyes burn into my back. “Is all this talk about me playing with your nipples turning you on?”
I bite my bottom lip to stop from moaning. “Uh-huh.”
“Show me.”
“How?”
“I want to see you pleasure yourself.”
Fucking hell, that’s the hottest request I’ve ever gotten. Am I really going to do this? Masturbate in front of Nate, in the middle of his tattoo shop?
“I can’t. Not while you’ve got needles in my skin,” I whimper.
He puts the tattoo gun down and kisses my neck. “I guess it’s fortunate then that I just finished your tattoo. Why don’t you finish as well?”
My eyes roll back, and I hike my dress up with trembling fingers while Nate kisses my neck. My hand lands on my panties. They’re thoroughly soaked, and it’s all his fault.
“What else would you do to me besides suck my tits?” I whisper.
His tongue slides against my skin, and I need to grab the edge of my seat to steady myself. “I would pull your skirt off and rip your panties down to taste you.”
My hand seems to have a mind of its own. I pull on the edges of my panties until they drop to my ankles and slide my finger over my slick folds.
“I bet you wish that was my tongue down there, don’t you, Roxy? Imagine how good it would feel.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m imagining,” I say, panting.
“When you come, you tell me. I want to pleasure you myself after that. My dick will open you up, and you’ll come again and again. Trust me, this won’t be the only orgasm you’re getting tonight. I’ve got a lot of them planned. My only goal tonight is to please you.”
My finger slides faster over my swollen clit. All I can think about is the promise of Nate’s tongue on my body and his dick plunging deep into my pussy. “Fuck, Nate.”
He laughs. “I will fuck you, don’t worry. But first things first. Come for me, sweet girl.”
I slide my fingers deep inside and spread the wetness clinging to them over my clit. The thought of receiving his dick right after this is enough to take me to the top. I’m about to topple over, but not before I warn him, just as he asked.
“I’m, I’m... I’m coming,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
I push my hips in the air so he can see me come. He produces a guttural sound that makes my pussy throb and pushes me over the edge.
My orgasm explodes all over my body, and he’s here to witness it. I’ve never opened myself up to someone like this before. I’ve never felt the need, but with him, it feels safe.
I’m still dizzy when he unbuttons his pants and takes them off, his erection swinging free. I’m almost drunk from looking at him. His abs, his tattooed chest and arms, his eyes full of longing... He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
“Wait, before we... There’s something you need to know,” I say.
His eyes darken. “What’s wrong? You want to back out? Because you totally can. I won’t lay a finger on you unless you want me to.”
“Hell, no, I want you. But I’m... I’m...”
“You’re what, Roxy?”
“A virgin.”
He pulls me against his chest and puts his hands on my cheeks. My lips part, and he gives me a toe-curling, lingering kiss. “I don’t care about any of that. I think it’s hot that you’ve never been with a man before.”
“Really? It’s not a deal breaker?”
His hands travel down my back. “Not at all. There’s only one thing we need to clear up. If we have sex tonight, I’m claiming you as mine. What do you say?”
Instead of answering him with words, I reach for my purse and pull out the box of condoms Willow gave me. He takes it from me and rolls one over his erection.
I brace myself for what’s about to happen. I want to feel him deep inside me, but I also know it might hurt, especially considering how big his dick is.
He takes my dress off and grabs me by the waist, pulling me to the edge of the leather stool I’m sitting on. His head lowers to my nipples. He sucks them like he promised, and I can already feel another orgasm building inside me.
I fist his hair. This is too good.
“Please, take me,” I beg.
Nate groans. He lets go of my breasts and positions himself at my opening. The tip of his dick touches my slick folds. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him.
I gasp when his dick slides inside me, my walls clenching around his hardness. Even though I’m dripping wet, he’s still a lot to take. He fills up every inch, and it’s the most euphoric sensation I’ve ever experienced.