“Aren’t you bored yet?”
I didn’t think I could laugh in such an abandoned state of arousal, so the genuine laughter that rips out of me surprises me as much as it does her. “Red, I could do this and only this for the rest of my life, and I’d never get bored.”
Her delighted smile goes straight to my balls, taking a detour past my chest first, making it tighten.
“I think you inspire me,” she says, kissing my chest. Helpless, I lie there, panting, while she explores my tattoos, her clever little tongue slick against my skin. “Which one’s your favorite, Jake?”
“It’s the—Fuck!” My answer is lost when she nips at the piercing in my nipple, pulling on it enough to make it ache deliciously. “It’s the one on my hip.”
Like she’s about to uncover one of humanity’s biggest secrets, she excitedly wriggles down to slip her hands under the elastic band of my boxers and tugs on it. I lift myself just enough to help her, and my cock springs free, wet with precum and so hard that my tip is a worrying shade of red.Fucking hell.
Her eyes linger on my erection first, but then she seeks which tattoo I meant. I can’t hold back the way my frame trembles when her delicate fingers graze over the geisha on my side, which spans from the middle of my thigh to under the V dip at my hip.
“She’s beautiful,” Gen says with appreciation. “The details are amazing. Did you do it?”
I shake my head. “My body is a limited canvas, and I’d rather leave as much room as possible for other artists to leave their mark on it.”
“So all of these were done by different people?”
“Yes. Friends, colleagues, and important figures of the craft. The geisha is from Haruki Tanaka, the first person who believed in me.”
She nods distractedly, the tortuous tips of her fingers exploring more of the inky drawings on me. A pearly laugh bubbles out of her when she finds the terrible one I have on the inside of my bicep. “What’s this one?”
I look down at it, holding back a grimace. “This one is the reason why Eli isn’t allowed within three feet of a tattoo gun.”
Her amusement doesn’t fade as she examines the terribly drawn dick Elijah inked there with a trembling hand. The wanker even added strings of jizz at the tip and hairs on the balls. “Did you ever get revenge for it?”
“No. The coward is scared of needles, so he refuses to let anyone tattoo him.”
“Hmm…”
When she resumes her exploration, I decide I’ve had enough of this. “Gen, I’m going to need you to put a pin in this and get on with the fucking. I’m in actual pain right now.”
Her attention shifts from my arm to my third leg, which is hard and throbbing against my lower abdomen, reaching all the way to my navel. “It does look painful,” she notes, not looking sorry at all for my suffering.
“Are you going to do something about it?”
She sends a tentative hand to my cock and wraps her fingers around it, lifting it off my stomach. Way too softly, she runs her fist up and down the length a couple of times and then settles her thumb over the wet tip, spreading the translucent drop that seeps out of it. “Do you find the piercings worth it?” she wonders, toying with the big one in the head.
“Well, I’d go through it again a hundred times just to hear the way you scream my name when you come, so I suppose I do.”
Her cheekbones turn pink again, and my cock twitches in her soft hold. Fuck, I need to be inside her right now. “Condoms are in the nightstand,” I tell her, gesturing toward it.
She releases me, and I don’t know if it’s mindless or if she intended it, but I stare as she slips the glistening tip of her thumb in her mouth, sampling me as she makes her way to the drawer.
Then, she lets out an appreciative “hmm” and my cock twitches so hard it does a little jump off my stomach.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
When she returns with a silvery packet, I help her out of her lacy knickers and assist her when she comes back to straddle me. She’s confident enough in how she handles the condom, but she pauses when the time comes to roll it down on me. The piercings are a bit tricky, so I understand her hesitation.
“Do you want me to show you?” I offer.
“I’ve seen you do it before, so I think I can manage. Can I try first, and we get another one if I fail?”
It’s like she was made to unearth some protective and devoted parts of me I buried deep down ages ago. “Anything you want, red.”
She looks very focused as she handles the condom, and just to give her a hand, I grab my cock at the base to hold it up for her. She thanks me with a quick grin and slips four fingertips inside the condom to stretch it as she pulls it down—exactly like I do. In no time, I’m sheathed and ready to go, and she looks way too proud to resist the urgent kiss she gives me.
