I lean forward to focus, trying my hardest not to let it seep into the lines of his ink. Caleb chuckles, and I glance up at him.
“What?”
“It tickles.”
“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish.” I grin.
“Only a little.”
I switch colours and start working on his stomach, watching as his abdominals ripple beneath my brush.
“You enjoying yourself, pups?”
“Very much,” I admit.
He places his hand on the back of my head gently and brushes through my curls. I can feel his stare on my face as I chew on my lip, and try my hardest to work around the swirls.
Before I know it, his entire chest is covered in different colours of paint. I laugh and climb into his lap, my legs straddling his as I start getting to work on his neck. Caleb flinches, but cannot stop the smile that graces his lips.
“Now that’s incredibly ticklish,” he murmurs as he grips my hips.
“Keep still. I’m creating art here.”
Caleb huffs out a breath. “Bossy.”
I roll my eyes playfully as I carefully paint around the leaves that litter his neck. After a few moments, I lean back and study my artwork.
“Maybe painting between lines is my forte,” I say with a big smile.
Caleb hums as he stares up at me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His fingers curl further into my hips, and I blink when I rock forward, feeling his cock against mine. He’s hard, and it’s electrifying. My breathing hitches in my throat as Caleb’s eyes start to dilate.
I rock against him once more, and a moan falls from his mouth. The next second, I abandon the paintbrush and hold onto his bare shoulders before grinding a little harder.
“Fuck, Evan,” he chokes out.
My breathing increases as he guides my mouth to his. His lips capture mine in a hot, desperate kiss that leaves me panting.
His chest presses against mine as the paint on his skin stains my T-shirt. But I couldn’t give a single fuck when my entire body feels like fire as I continue to grind down on his cock.
Everything around us starts to quieten, and time slows to the point I know nothing but him. The man who has helped guide me back to life. A life I didn’t know was worth sticking around for.
My cock starts to swell at the friction between us until I’m whimpering into his mouth, and he swallows each one with a kiss.
I remove my lips from his and kiss over his bare chest, where his skin isn’t painted. The moment I reach his nipples, I study the metal bars before leaning down and wrapping my lips around one.
My tongue moves the piercing as I suck on his nipple, leaving it hard and pointy.
“Fuck,” Caleb groans as I continue to rock my hips over his.
I peek my eyes up at him to find his gaze nearly black. “D-does that feel good?”
He bites down on his bottom lip with a grunt. “Yes,” he rasps. “Your mouth. Oh, Goddess.Your mouth.”
My lips curl into a smile as I lean over to take his other nipple into my mouth, sliding the bar side to side as it hardens against my tongue.
