If she asks me for anything tonight?
I’ll give it all to her.
four
Nestledbetween two big men on a slick black tattoo chair. Dress shoved up to my bra, panties bunched low below my hip bones. My heart stutters against my ribs, eyes focused on the neon purple glow of theIron Inquesign on the far wall.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.
If I weren’t so wasted, I think I’d be worried they could smell how aroused I am.
It’s clear they’re brothers. Almost identical in the face. Nico’s tan skin is covered in ink, with some places blacked out entirely. I have a suspicion Apollo looks the same beneath his button-down shirt. Both have dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows. Molten chocolate eyes framed by lashes that make my stomach flip.
And their bodies…like Greek gods. Big. Tall. Broad.
Muscleseverywhere.
Nico’s machine hums as he preps the area and gives me a flirty look. “It shouldn’t be too painful, but this is a vulnerablespot. The design is small, so it may feel weird. Are you ticklish?”
“I don’t think so.”
My head’s fuzzy, and my tongue is thicker than normal. Body heavy. Thighs slick.
And my clit… It keeps pulsing. Begging to be touched.
“Can I hold your hand?” I grip Apollo’s first finger because that’s all I can manage. He stands at my head, crotch close to my face.
The outline of his erection isextremelynoticeable in his gray trousers. Felt it earlier when I was in his lap. I’m kind of hoping I was imagining how big it was. Fucking an elephant’s trunk sounds okay in theory, but in practice, it’s probably quite painful.
Nico taps my skin with the needle, and I take a sharp inhale so I don’t jump.
“You okay?” he asks, and I nod.
“It feels…good?”
Nico smirks. “Yep.” His dark gaze flicks toward his brother. “She’s a natural.”
Apollo’s deep bass rumbles with some kind of grunt of pleasure, sending tingles down my legs. Arms. Even my scalp warms with bliss. And my nipples peak.
When I glance at Apollo’s shadowed face, he’s staring down at me with lust-filled eyes. His cock makes a leap for me behind his zipper.
Not even really thinking, I let go of his finger and slip his black leather belt through the silver buckle. Carefully. Slowly.
Nico continues to work on my hip, not paying attention to what I’m doing.
Apollo’s broad thumb brushes over the back of my hand as I unbutton, then unzip his pants. He taps my fingers silently. When I shift my eyes toward his face, a silent question lingers there.
I bite my lower lip and nod.Let’s do this.
He exhales, not gently, as if he’s been dying to release some pent-up frustration.
Nico’s eyes stay focused on his work, but his tongue slides along the inside of his cheek. Like he’s trying not to say anything.
Apollo lowers the waistband of his boxers enough that I see the tip of his cock poking out.
I gasp and almost sit up.
“Whoa…” Nico says, splaying a hand across my abs to steady me.
