Page 6 of Ink and Intimacy


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“No one willcomethis way.” Ren bucked his hips, driving his cock against me. Pink spread over his high cheekbones and his ears flushed. I ran my fingertips softly along the piercings on both of his earlobes, and he hummed as the corner of his mouth quirked into a crooked smile. “Let me take over.”

“No, you won’t be coming anytime soon.” Spiteful joy snaked through me as his amused expression wilted. I slithered off his lap, making sure to tease his thick dick along the way. It was a chore to get to my feet. KC steadied me with a helpful hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks. Note that KC is beingnice.” I slid my pants and underwear down. My cock sprang up, finally free. I let out a trembling breath at the fluttery, tense heat that danced through my middle and swirled in my groin.

“Nice guys finish last.” Ren snorted and reached for my dick. The disappointment that slammed me as I slapped his hand away pissed me off. I tried to live in that feeling rather than my mindless horniness.

“No, they won’t. I promise. You don’t have permission to touch me.”

He crossed his arms, and the disgruntled sneer that settled on his face had me grinning.

“You didn’t explain any rules.” Ren nudged my foot with his.

“You jumped the gun.” I raised my eyebrows.

“You kissed me!”

“Ah ah ah.” I waggled a finger at him and had to bite back a giggle as he snarled for real. “I might’ve kissed you, but I didn’t say you could touch my dick.”

KC set the lube and condoms on the coffee table, then wrapped his strong arms around me—one across my chest, the other around my waist. “Can I touch your dick?” He leaned down to kiss my cheek while cocooning me in his safe embrace.

“Mm-hmm.”

“This isn’t fair.” Ren’s nostrils flared, and a thrill zapped my gut. Was he actually mad? “What are the fucking rules?”

KC’s lightly calloused hand curled around my hard shaft. For a fuzzy few seconds, I forgot what we were talking about as he tickled my cockhead with his thumb.

“Rules!” Ren squeezed his own biceps so hard that he left red marks.

“You can’t fuck me until KC gets off, and you can’t touch KC, either. You also can’t jerk off.”

Ren groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands.

“If you do any of those things, you can’t fuck either of us, and we won’t touch you to get you off for the rest of the night.” I stuck out my tongue at him.

He bared his teeth and slapped his thighs. “How long until you stop punishing me?” he barked.

My stomach dropped and trembled, but then I spotted his monster dick trying its best to rip through his pants. He wanted this shit.

“Until I feel better—” I leaned over and traced a line directly beside his cock along the soft fabric of his sweats. He moaned and rolled his hips, an easy demonstration of the coiled power in his body. “—and you stop loving it.”

Ren barked out a laugh and flopped back onto the couch while KC hummed an amused sound and gave my cock a playful stroke.

“Slide the coffee table a couple of feet away from the couch and clear it off?” I squeezed KC’s wrist, trying not to get lost in the wonderful tension coiling in my groin.

“Sure!” He turned to do as I’d asked, a dopey smile on his face, and my heart felt light. KC was every sweet thing in the world capped with red hair and a bright smile, and that made it easy to forget that he could be any other way. A memory of himin the hospital invaded my fun, and I shook it out of my head, refusing to get stuck in worry.

“Don’t touch us.” I pointed at Ren and lowered my head, giving him the bestdon’t fuck with meglare I could muster. I was such a fraud. This wasn’t me.

Or was it?

Ren’s mouth twisted and he huffed as he dropped his head back on the couch. “Fine.”

“KC, strip Ren’s shirt.”

Ren’s head snapped up and he shifted his thighs wider. To his credit, he was cooperative and kept his hands to himself as KC peeled his shirt up and off. I sighed happily as the artwork on his body came into view. He was absolutely covered in black ink. My favorite was a double helix on his left side, but there were also snakes. Women. Dripping blood under his pecs. Vampires. Geometric designs. I couldn’t take in every detail from one angle.

I loved it all.