“Nah, I want a tat.” Brushing past me, shrugging off his cut, he heads to the back room where I do full body work. Sighing because I don’t have the energy for this I follow, watching him fist the black Henley he’s wearing, center back, tugging it over his head.
My tummy drops as I follow like the puppy Ellie called me, but I don’t care.
Muscles rippling, eyes narrowed to slits, he watches me approach.
“What design do you want?” Cocking my head to the side, I look at the broad expanse of his massive chest. It’s all tatted up with work he’s had done over the years — never by me.
Something in me was always a little jealous, though it was only by old Rafael, who taught me and mainly did the other riders. I always wondered if Snake didn’t trust me or like my work enough to allow me to do his ink.
“No design. Just a word.” Flexing his fingers, he stretches them, resting his arms on the retractable arms.
“The word?” I quirk a bored brow at him.
“I’ll tell you once you start. Black and indigo mixed with a silver edge.” The low tone he uses does something to my insides, low in my belly.
“Alright, but don’t get mad if you don’t like it, after making me freehand it.” Warning him, I prep and load the ink.
“I trust you.” My head shoots up at his words. Biting the inside of my mouth hard so as not to moan or even worse cry at his confession.
“Ah well.” I swallow. “T-that’s good to know.” Moving my little stand beside him, I pause when he shakes his head.
“You won’t be able to reach it there. Get up here.” Nodding to his lap, he takes a lollipop out, plopping it into his mouth only to immediately crunch it.
“You’re supposed to savor your treats.” Swallowing against the breathlessness his very presence is causing.
“I will as soon as you get that juicy ass up here, little girl.” He growls, his voice hitting the deepest register.
Straddling him, I get the alcohol pads to clean the area. “Where do you want it.” He his gaze drops to my neck for half a second before he tilts his head back.
Knowing what this means, I feel my heart squeezing tight. Hadrián is not the type of man to expose his neck to anyone, not even me. To make himself this vulnerable is more than a sign of trust, but I’m too scared to voice it out loud.
“Okay,” voice a whimper as I adjust myself on his lap. Instantly I feel the thick hardness in his jeans. Wriggling, I try to slide off, but heavy hands clamp down, pulling me up so that my pussy settles right where he wants me.
“Damn, you’re hot.” A tortured groan accompanies the words.
“You’re the one who put me here.” I say, leaning in, my nipples brushing against his chest. The rise and fall of hisbreathing makes me match his. I don’t want to mess up, and his big dick is already distracting enough.
Shifting, I feel him brushing up against my clit.
“Um.” Biting my bottom lip, our eyes tangle, and I suck away the sting. Thick fingers weave into my locs, drawing me close enough for him to take my mouth in a long, languorous tangle of tongues.
My body swerves over his, my nipples brushing his chest again and again, tightening with every stroke, my pussy grinding on his dick.
“Ready?” Pulling away, he dares to ask, a little smirk playing across his gorgeous lips.
“Fucker.” I hiss, forcing myself to concentrate on loading the needle.
“Soon,” he promises as I start the machine.
“S.” Dipping his head back, closing his eyes, seeming to relish the hum and sting.
“A.” His dick jumps, sending sharp zings of pleasure right where I need them.
“B.” Eyes darting up, I dare not breathe.
“I.” I’m fucking done for.
“N.” I have to bite my lip again so I don’t cry.
