“Is everything okay?” he asks.
I plant a kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth before I can pull myself away to finish wrapping his tattoo. “Fucking perfect. Caesar’s giving me a chance. He wants me working so he can see what I’m capable of.”
Matty bounces in the long tattoo chair. “Hell yeah, Stone! I take it he likes this one as much as I do?”
I spin saran wrap around his arm, covering the lotion. “I guess so. It turned out pretty good, huh?”
“Definitely. I can’t wait to come back for another session.”
“The pain wasn’t too much for you?”
Matty grins at me. “Nothing I can’t take,” he says, and the second I pull my hands away from the wrapping, he jumps to his feet. “Although I wouldn’t mind feeling something else now.”
He leans up on his toes and grabs the back of my head. I’m careful to avoid his tattoo as my hand lands on his hip and I take him in another kiss, and the warm heat of his tongue slips between my lips.
“I fucking love it when you’re like this,” I whisper into his lips, my cock aching.
Matty nips at my mouth. “Like what?” he says, then drags his hand down and cups my cock. “What could you possibly mean?” he teases, stroking my erection.
My hips jerk. “Your body should rest,” I say, struggling to form words as he grips me through the denim.
“I can be careful,” Matty answers, rubbing me. “And slow. Did Caesar take off?”
I nod quickly. My desire to fuck the hell out of Matty surges at the same time a voice screams that I’m in the middle of the shop.
But I know the doors are locked. I know we’re alone, just the two of us in our own world.
Matty slinks down and nuzzles his face to my chest. “Can I say thanks?” he asks, a little pout in his voice.
“Yes,” I gasp, the word falling out because how in the hell am I supposed to say no?
Matty drops down to his knees and rubs his face against my hard cock. On top of everything else that’s happened today, I don’t know how I’m so lucky that I get to top it off with a blowjob. But now that Matty’s unzipping my jeans and breathing his hot breath all across my skin, it’s the only thing I can think about.
I lean back against the desk and grip the edge while he grabs my cock, rubbing my length and plunging it between his lips. My body quakes, and I grab the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair.
I want him so bad. Even when I’m touching him, holding him, marking his body, I still want him more.
I need Matty to be mine.
It’s torture, realizing how much I need him, but his hungry moans pull me back to the moment. An orgasm quickly builds behind my sack as Matty services me. He drags his warm, wet lips across my leaking cock and palms my balls until I’m thrusting into his throat.
“Fuck, Matty,” I groan, pumping into his mouth.
I’m in the studio at my dream job, the smell of ink still in the air from a killer tattoo I just gave the guy I’m in love with.
My hips jerk hard, my crown slamming into the back of his throat.
Fuck, it’s true.
I’m falling in love with him. That’s what this is.
“Stone,” Matty gasps, his slick hand pumping my shaft as he nuzzles me, licking up my thigh. “Come for me.”
“Anything,” I gasp. I grab the back of his head and plunge my cock back in. He grips my base and greedily swallows me as I fuck his fist, my sensitive crown plowing deep.
Everything is right, and that means I finally have something to lose.
An explosion of scorching pleasure disintegrates every thought in my head. I thrust forward, and my muscles spasm as an orgasm overtakes me. Pumping cum into Matty’s throat, the worries and the need all evaporate under the pure release of being with him.
