“Lazaro...”
“Just tell me,” he murmured, nudging his way down to find one nipple and swirling his tongue around it. She sighed, arching into him.
“The vibrations... the stings... and where it was...”
The visual fascinated him, his cock twitching in response, but he stayed quiet. She moaned when his previously bereft fingertips slipped between her thighs and started teasing again.
“Maddox made me come... when he was giving me the tattoo. He didn’t mean to, but it happened.”
He pulled back and stared at her. She didn’t look away, her eyes intent and searching. His vision clouded. He swallowed, casting his eyes away from hers and down to the tattoo. He’d spent countless hours with the tattooist, with Celeste in attendance on many occasions, and he considered the man a friend.
He also had incredible talent, and not just for tattoos, apparently.
“Did you like it?” he asked, gruffly.
“Do you like having orgasms?”
He laughed in spite of the jealousy that gripped him. “Fine, so... do I need to kill him?”
“What? No! It was an accident. It was a... side effect. I did ask him to tattoo my pussy.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he was all too willing,” he retorted, trying to ignore the churning turmoil in his belly. “Why are you telling me about it at all? Why not just keep the fucking secret and leave me out of it?”
“Are you saying you want me to lie to you? I won’t do that. I don’t give a fuck how tender your feelings are.”
“Why give me the details at all?”
“Because... of what I didn’t do.” She took a deep breath. He could sense more words coming, but they lingered at the back of her throat like an arrow taking aim. He braced himself.
“I wanted him,” she murmured. Her softer tone only made the confession hit harder.
A cold chill crept through his body and his sight grew fuzzy for a second time. He struggled to control his physical reaction, clutching her even tighter to him. Her soft, supple flesh and her pragmatic attitude had always calmed him when he’d had to deal with a few particularly debilitating tragedies. Even now he had an instinctual reaction during unpleasant moments to reach for her. So far she’d always been there. It wasn’t quite the same when the medicine stung as much as the affliction.
“Why didn’t you just fuck him and leave me out of it?”
Anger flashed in her eyes. “Because I love you, asshole. Besides, I have a better idea. You know that thing you wanted to do last week, but I said no to?”
He remembered the conversation in detail. His mis-aimed cock pressed between the two perfect, fleshy mounds of her ass and he went with it, hoping maybe she wouldn’t object to a little back-door action for once. But she’d pushed him away, furious and spouting curses before she’d smacked him.
“I should’ve asked. I told you I was sorry.” His previous ire dissipated in the hope that her better idea might involve letting him follow through, though he had no idea where the tattooist came in.
Her eager hazel eyes met his, burning with the same beautiful, adventurous lust she’d shown him their very first time together— her first time with anyone. Over the course of their three-year relationship, he’d come to believe her sense of adventure was boundless, but as yet there was still one unexplored frontier, and he craved it like he couldn’t believe.
She pushed his shoulders back against the pillows and straddled his hips. The sight of her long, tousled brown hair and heavy breasts poised above made his cock hard again. She slid down his length and fucked him. Her slick, hot flesh sucking him in made him forget the conversation, but only briefly.
“Hmm, so this idea of yours... do tell.” His hands slipped around her hips and squeezed both plump cheeks of her ass, reveling in the way they flexed with each undulation of her pelvis.
She eyed him from beneath lowered lashes, her voice a languid purr. “You want to know what it
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