by Holly Renee
I had him sit up and twist this way and that way before I decided it was in the perfect place. Then I dipped my gun into the blue ink and looked up at him.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
He blew out a deep breath and looked back up at the ceiling.
“Yup,” he said the word so quickly. “Let’s do this shit.”
I touched the gun to his skin and made my first mark, and he didn’t move an inch. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
But I fell into a rhythm. My music echoed off the dark magenta walls of my space, and I sang the words in my head as I focused on my art.
It was typically so easy for me to get lost in it, to get lost in the one thing I loved more than anything else, but every time Mason moved slightly under my hands or made a noise, I was acutely aware of my hands on his body.
I wiped off the excess ink with a paper towel before I tossed it into the trashcan at my side.
“That’s a lot of blue.”
Mason’s words caused me to look up at him. “You don’t like blue?”
“I love blue.” He grinned but still didn’t look down at where I worked.
I had asked him on the ride over here what were three things that he loved. Three things that meant more to him than anything else. His answers were simple.
Family, his career, and the mountains.
And as soon as he said it, my mind took off.
I knew that I would do a mountain scene on him, but not just some boring old mountain scene. Mason was far from boring or ordinary and his tattoo had to match.
So, I bent over my drawing table and sketched the sharp lines of the mountains. I penciled in and erased the geometric triangular shape that encased it. Then I envisioned the shades of blues and purples I would use to make the wild watercolor night sky that bled down into the mountains.
The blues and purples bled together as I continued my work, and the colors looked so damn good against his tan skin. It was like the colors were mixed with him specifically in mind.
“Now purple, I’m not too sure about.” He chuckled as I tossed another paper towel in the trash.
“Shh.” I didn’t even look up at him. “You’re messing up my concentration.”
He was, but it wasn’t his words. It was the way his abs bunched as he slowly breathed in and out, it was the way his arm would tense slightly as I hit a particularly sensitive spot with my tattoo gun, and it was his scent that I had smelled all night. But not this close. When I was this close to him for this damn long, it was intoxicating.
And there was something about him trusting me enough to let me design a tattoo and ink it on his body that was even more intoxicating.
It was fucking with my head.
“It’s done.” I glanced up at him as I wiped the excess ink off his skin again, and he was staring at me. Not at where my hands worked against his body, but at me. His gaze roamed over my hair, my face, and the ink that marked my own skin.
“Yeah?” He stretched out his arm that had been in the same position for the last hour or so and moved it around.
“Do you want to see it?” I pulled my gloves from my hands and tossed them in the trash as I tried to hide my smile. Because regardless of what he thought, I loved it. I just hoped he loved it as much as I did. I hope it actually fit him as much as I felt it did.
He sat up in the chair and looked over at me again before he took a deep breath and faced the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched him take it in. He stared at the art, his gaze flicking to detail after detail, and when his eyes met mine in the mirror, I let out the breath I had been holding and I smiled.
Mason
I didn’t have a clue what to say to her.
I just stared at the tattoo in astonishment.
How the fuck did she do that? I didn’t even have an idea of what kind of tattoo I wanted. That’s why I had a best friend who was one of the best tattoo artists in the business but no tattoo. He had asked me so many times over the years to give me one. Actually, he was probably going to be pissed as hell when he saw that I let Staci do it.
But it was perfect.
Every line. Every detail. It was like she knew exactly what I wanted without me even knowing.
The colors of the night sky were vibrant against my skin and a stark contrast to the sharp lines of the mountains.
I lifted my arm and turned more to my side. It was like it was made to be on my skin. As if I couldn’t even remember what my body had looked like before it was there.
I looked up at her in the mirror. She was standing behind me smiling, and I knew that she knew how perfect it was without me even having to say words. But I had still planned on saying them. I planned on telling her how much I loved it. How perfect it was. How perfect she was. But when I turned to face her, none of that came out of my mouth.
Nothing did. Because I couldn’t think beyond the fact that I was dying to kiss her. The urge overwhelming.
I stalked toward her, and her pupils dilated as I came closer and closer to her. She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t give her a chance.
I ran my fingers in her hair, and I slammed her small body back against the wall as my body pressed fully against hers.
She moaned, soft and low, and I swallowed the sound when my mouth met hers.
It wasn’t the same kind of kiss as earlier.
That kiss was slow, calculated, teasing.
That kiss was from the guy who was smooth with the ladies.
But this kiss?
I didn’t even know what the hell this kiss was. All I knew was that I had lost every bit of control that I normally possessed, and I was dying to taste her. I was dying to taste every single part of her that she would let me.
She moaned again, and my tongue slipped inside her mouth. Her tongue touched mine, and I needed more. I gripped her thighs in my hands, trying to gain some ounce of control, but that flew out the window when she lifted her legs and let me pull them around my hips. I pressed my body farther against hers, and we moaned in unison as our centers pressed against one another.
Staci seemed to possess as much control as I did. She gripped my hair in her hands, and she tugged at the strands causing a bite of pain as she nipped at my lip. She ground her hips against me, and I shuddered as I felt her tight little body against mine.
I lifted her from against the wall, and I didn’t even think as I slammed her down against her worktop. Shit flew everywhere.
Ink of every different color that she had painted onto my body dripped to the floor, down our legs, but neither one of us cared.
Staci reached between us and gripped the edge of her shirt in her hands before it went flying through the room. My mouth instantly dropped to her chest. My kisses a frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth against her soft skin. Her perfect breasts were still encased in her tiny black lace bra, but I didn’t let it deter me.
I latched my mouth around the lace. She leaned her head back on a silent cry, and something else hit the floor as her hands reached out for something to ground her.
I pressed my lips gently against her sternum before I hooked my fingers into the front of her bra and roughly jerked the fabric down her body.
“Oh God.” Her words hit me just as my mouth pressed against her nipple for the first time, and I groaned as she pressed her body farther against me. She had an intricate tattoo that ran from the bottom of her sternum to under her breasts, and I felt mesmerized as I traced the design with my tongue. Staci bucked against me, and I bit down on the skin above her ribs as I popped the button of her jeans with my fingers.
Her hands frantically reached out for me, desperately trying to find my own jeans, and I chuckled softly when she growled her frustration.
I leaned back from her long enough to unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper, and I watched as she raised her hips from the small table where she sat and pulled her jeans and panties down her body.
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I barely managed to push my own jeans six inches down my hips before she hooked her heels behind my body and pulled me back into her.
She was so fucking wet against me, and any chance of being gentle with her, of taking my time, was demolished.
She ground her hips against me using her legs that were wrapped around my back as leverage. My hand gripped the edge of the table to help hold me steady and my fingers became coated in wet ink that still dripped to the floor.
Staci peppered kisses against my neck. She nipped my skin before stroking it with her tongue, and I felt like I was going to combust before I even got inside her.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t stand not feeling her completely around me.
My fingers trailed against the skin of her inner thighs, eliciting a deep moan from her, and I lined my cock up against her. She didn’t even give me a moment to move. Didn’t even give me a chance. She lifted her hips from the table and pushed her body down around me before I could even think straight.
Fuck. She was driving me crazy.
My hands gripped her ass, and I pushed into her hard. Her fingers clung to my shoulders as I slammed into her again and again. My breath rushed out against her neck, and I ran my tongue against the skin there and tasted the light sheen of sweat.
Her soft moan only fueled me. Pushed me beyond the small thread of control I was clinging to.
I lifted her from the table, and her mouth met mine as I blindly carried her to the tattoo chair I had just spent the last hour in. My ass hit the chair and her knees settled on either side of me as I leaned back.
She pushed against my chest, pushing her up to where she stared down at me, and I watched as I let her take control.
Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and I loved that she had no makeup on her face. It had been washed off by the lake water that also washed away the thin line we were trying not to cross. A line that had been obliterated.
She used her knees to slowly lift herself up and her eyes never left mine as she lowered herself back down on me at a torturous pace. Her nails raked down my chest bringing a growl from me that I had no chance to keep in, and it seemed to fuel her. She rose back up and dropped down so quickly. I gripped my fingers on her hips. Feeling her hips move against me. Feeling them take every ounce of my pleasure.
There was shock on her face when I used my hands on her hips to lift her, and she groaned as I easily turned her away from me and lowered her on me once again.
One hand caressed her breast, and she leaned her back against my chest as she arched into my touch. My other hand ran along the length of her body before she jumped at the touch of my fingers against her clit, but I didn’t give her time to take another breath as I circled my tongue against her neck to the same rhythm as my fingers.
“Fuck.” Her moan was long and rough, and she moved quicker and quicker against me.
I slammed into her and her body tensed around me as her pussy tightened.
“Hello?” Brandon’s voice called out, and I only thought her body had tensed above me before.
“What the fuck?” she whispered as she tried to move off me, but I kept my hands steady against her and held her in place.
The door to her tattoo room was closed, but there was no lock on the door. No lock to keep Brandon from walking in at any moment.
“Staci?”
Staci glared at me over her shoulder when she tried to get up again and I refused to let her. Instead, I leaned into her and nipped her earlobe before whispering, “You’re not going anywhere.” I thrust up into her to drive my point home.
“Who the hell is already here?” Brandon’s voice came closer to her door, and she tensed even further as I began thrumming my fingers against her clit.
Her head slammed back against my shoulder, and she clamped her hand down over her mouth to stifle her moan.
“You should probably say something so he doesn’t come in here,” I whispered to her without slowing down in the slightest.
She nodded her head against me and I watched her throat bob as she tried to calm herself down.
“It’s me, Brandon,” she called out. She barely managed to get his name out of her mouth as I thrust into her harder and harder. There was something about hearing his name leave her lips while I was inside her that made jealousy spark inside me.
“What are you doing in there?” Brandon said from just outside the door and his knuckles softly rapped against the door.
I rolled her small nipple ring between my fingers and bit down on her shoulder. Her hips rolled against me, begging me for more.
“Answer him,” I growled in her ear, and she whimpered as she continued to move her hips to meet mine.
“I’ll be out…” I slapped her clit softly, and she bit down on her lip. “I’ll be out in a minute. Just give me a few.”
As soon as the words left her, I slammed into her again and again. She turned her mouth into my neck, and her breath crashed into my skin.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” Her fingers wrapped in my hair. “Mason, please.”
I pushed the palm of my hand against her clit piercing and ground her into every hard inch of me as she fell apart around me.
Her body shook, and I thrust into her one last time as I found my own release.
Our bodies were covered in sweat, her floor was covered in ink, and everything that once sat on her work table was now thrown around the room. And for the first time that night, I realized that the girl who was on top of me, the girl who I was still inside, had not only branded me with her art and her ink, but somehow, the fiery girl who wasn’t my type had managed to brand herself somewhere far deeper.
Staci
Oh, fuck.” Oh, God. “What were we thinking?” This was crazy. I paced around my wrecked room and gripped my hair in my hands.
“Calm down.” His voice was gruff as he buttoned his jeans, and I was momentarily distracted by the deep V of muscles that disappeared into those jeans like a map. I was in so much trouble.
“Calm down? Calm down? I just fucked my best friend’s brother. How am I supposed to calm down?”
He just smirked at me, and even though the damn curve of his lips made my thighs tighten involuntarily, I wanted to kill him for how calm he was.
“You have to get out of here before everyone sees you.” I looked up at the little clock on the wall and cringed. How in the hell had we managed to spend the entire night together when it had only felt like minutes? “Your sister and Parker will be here in an hour.”
He pulled his t-shirt down over his shoulders, and I winced when I saw his tattoo. I hadn’t cleaned it. I hadn’t wrapped it. Instead, I just got on top of him and rode him like I had lost my damn mind.
“Hold on.” I slid gloves onto my hands before grabbing more supplies out of my drawers. He let me lift his shirt, and he only winced slightly when I squirted the cold solution against his skin. He watched me intently as I covered his tattoo and pressed the tape against his skin.
“Here are the care instructions for your tattoo.” I handed him a little card that had all the instructions. “Make sure that you…”
“I’ll leave on one condition.”
My eyes jerked up to his. “What condition?”
“Kiss me.”
God, I watched his lips as he said the words, and there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do more. But that was why this wasn’t a good idea. He had to know. He had to see the damn line we were crossing.
“This isn’t a good idea, Mason.”
“I think it’s a little late for that. Don’t you think?”
I shook my head so I would stop staring at his mouth. A mouth that was surrounded by his scruffy beard. A mouth that I had no business looking at and sure as hell had no business kissing. “I don’t date.”
“Great.” He pulled his boots onto his feet, and I realized I was still standing there in my bra. “Neither do I.”
His grin was so heady that I knew I would easily become lo
st if I wasn’t careful.
I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped into my jeans. My panties were nowhere to be seen.
“I’m not going to be your fuck buddy.”
He watched me as he leaned against the wall. “Fine. Then we can just be buddies.”
“Buddies.” I rolled my eyes as I slipped my feet into my shoes.
“Yeah. You know? Friends.” His eyes were twinkling, and even though I knew how bad of an idea this was, my blood heated at the mischief that sparked in his eyes.
“Friends sure as hell don’t kiss each other.”
“You’re right.” He nodded his head slowly. “Just give me one last kiss then we shall enter the friend-zone that is impossible to escape.”
I took a tentative step toward him and his grin only widened.
“One more kiss.”
He watched every step that brought me closer to him. “That’s all I’m asking.”
“Then this little game that we’ve been playing is over.”
“Done.” He reached his hands out and gripped mine as he jerked my body roughly into his. My core tightened and he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He dipped his head low, and he ran his nose along the skin of my neck. Chill bumps broke out across my skin. His bottom lip touched the edge of my earlobe, and I bit down on my own lip because I refused to give him even one more whimper.
“I won. You know?” His teeth bit down on my earlobe.
“You ass.” I pushed my hands against his chest to get away from him, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, his fingers slid to my jaw, tipping my face back so I had no choice but to look up at him.
His smirk was gone from his face as he stared down at me. As he looked over every inch of my face like he was trying to memorize this moment, memorize me. He pressed his thumb against my bottom lip dragging it down as he watched the movement then his mouth devoured mine.
