She didn’t retreat. Didn’t look away. Eyes locked on mine, something open there that hadn’t been before. No guard, or angle. Just her.
That did more damage than anything else.
My hand slipped from her hair, down the length of her arm, tracing the line of it until our fingers met. I laced them together and when she didn’t pull away, I gave her a tug.
Eyes still on hers as I moved toward the booth in the back. The path there felt longer than it should’ve been. Or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention to anything that wasn’t her. She followed without a word, a hint of a smile playing at her mouth that told me she knew exactly where this was going and wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.
The curtain slid closed behind us, cutting off the rest of the studio from Sage’s booth. Smaller space. Closer. Just us and whatever we were about to make of it.
I glanced at the chair, then back at her. “Think this can hold both of us?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
All my problems had paled into insignificance now that I was here. Sage’s presence had pushed everything from my mindexcept the dance of my fingers over the soft skin under her shirt, her breath catching momentarily as one hand moved slowly between her legs.
The effect wasn’t lost on me either.
“Tell me if you want me to go.” My hands stilled on the waist of her jeans.
“No, please stay.”
Her words sounded rushed, breathless, and my hands resumed their motion up her legs with a worried thrill that made her tremble under my touch. There was every chance someone could come back, looking for something, maybe, but the anticipation of what we were heading toward kept us pinned right here.
The button on her jeans popped, and I turned her round so her back pressed against my chest. My arms snaked around her, and the moan she gave vibrated through her back and into me when my palm made contact with her mound over the denim.
I moved one of my hands under the thin fabric of her shirt, and bit back a deep groan when I found she wasn’t wearing a bra. Two fingers clasped her stiff nipple, and she pushed her ass hard into my growing erection.
The pressure through our clothes wasn’t enough. Sage rocked her hips forward to meet my fingers, urging them beyond the unbearable teasing I was inflicting through her jeans.
“So needy,” I said, and nipped her neck. Then I slipped my hand into her jeans and down between her legs, my fingers sliding between her folds and lingering there as she quivered helplessly in my arms.
But it still wasn’t enough.
“Please, Aiden…”
I flicked my fingers over her clit and she arched her back, feeling my hardening cock press into her from behind.
“Maybe if you were wearing less,” I said, taking my hand out of her pants and rubbing her other nipple with the wetness I’d collected on my fingers.
She moaned again, then spun back around, pulling off her shirt as she did. I drank her in with hungry eyes, shrugging out of my hoodie almost as quickly as I stepped out of my jeans.
“Sit.”
The tattoo chair squeaked as I did as I was told, and Sage clambered onto it after me, finally claiming my mouth with her own. The heat spread fast and bright through us both. Every brush of her fingers over my bare chest and thighs was almost unbearably sensitive.
Sage then slid her hands around the back of my knees, moving lower. I jumped a little at how it tickled, and caught her stifling a laugh. Our eyes met, hers blown black with arousal. She pushed my knees apart, sliding her hands up my thighs to slightly dip under my boxers. It sent a wave of shivers through me.
“You’re killing me.”
She hummed her approval, her hand cupping my hard-on and gently massaging me over my shorts. “Feels like I’m only half-killing you.”
“I swear to God, Sage.” My breath shook when she applied more pressure.
“You’re lucky I have something to gain from this too, or we could be here all night.”
Her hands moved back to my thighs, massaging the leftover tightness from the game and whatever new tension she was eliciting by touch alone. Her face meanwhile pressed to mycrotch, nuzzling my cock through the thin cotton. She paused for a moment, using her teeth to pull the waistband of my boxers. My cock bobbed free, twitching once, then again, before settling.
She pressed her mouth to my tip, and it gave another twitch. Her lips curled in a little smile, and she peppered more little kisses, teasing just as much as she had before, then took me into her mouth completely.
