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“Can you make other things?”

“Like what?”

She was teasing him with her fingers, running them up and down his side, his shoulder, his arm, his hip. She was exploring him. He knew because she hadn’t once looked up at his face. She was so focused on his body, on touching him, feeding her crush on him.

She’d tugged more than once on the barbell in his nipple, sending a jolt straight to his cock, and she’d given a lot of silent, almost reverent attention to the tattoos on his shoulder and chest. He had no doubt she’d give the same attention to the ones on his back if she could reach them.

Her crush on him. Damn but that was so unbelievably hot. It made his heart race and his mouth unable to stop smiling. The sex with her was intensified by the crush they shared on one another. It was something he couldn’t remember feeling for anyone 42

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else, but then the Mandi he’d known for all this time wasn’t exactly the same Mandi he held in his arms. She was more and she was knocking his entire world right on its side.

“Like nipple rings? Belly rings? Tunnels for ears?” Even as he said the words, he wondered if she would ever get her nipples or her bellybutton pierced. Or…her clit. He had to bite back a groan at that thought. He knew she wouldn’t do something like body piercing to make a statement but rather because she’d simply want it. He didn’t imagine Mandi did anything she didn’t want to do. But she’d be even more scorching, smoking-hot with piercings. Her already sensitive nipples and clit would become even more so.

“I suppose I could. There’s a glass bead making series of classes being offered in a few months that I want to take and a metalsmithing class coming up too. Right now I just embellish, add to and enhance. I take wire and shape it. I add to chains and links. I use beads and crystals, but I want to actually learn how to create more unique designs, my own signature designs. And the more I learn how to do on my own, the more custom pieces I can make for people.”

As she talked, her face became animated and her eyes brightened. She had that same spark, that same fire for her art that he had for his. “I understand. I’m the same way. I’m always wanting to know more about tattooing, about the new technology in the business, about new ways to make the ink come to life. I don’t want it to simply sit on the skin, I want it to move, to reach out and grab you.”

“Kind of like 3D?”

“Yeah, exactly. A whole new dimension of art for the body. Some people can do it already. I’ve got some contacts with artists who can, so like you, I’ll be learning new things to give my customers more custom work.”

Her eyes became serious then. They were still animated but had turned serious and heated. “Maybe…”

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She licked her lips and Jaz bit back yet another groan. She pressed herself closer to his body, though how she could get any closer was beyond him. She was already so deep under his skin… “Maybe what?”

“Maybe we should consider working together some.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she ducked her head under his chin and he had to force it back up so he could see those eyes again. “Yes. We should. You should make some things for the shop, and I should mark you.”
As mine.

He didn’t say those last two words. He just let them hang in the air silently before he lowered his lips to hers and slipped his tongue between them. In his arms, she shifted, turned, cupped her hands around his neck and took control of the kiss.

She was all over him, straddling his lap in the chair. There were armrests, which were movable, and he lifted them so she had more room without any limitations. She pressed her belly against his with his hard cock sandwiched between them.

“Is it okay?” she whispered against his mouth, her lips still in contact with his, their breath shared, pussy and maple syrup scented.

“Everything is okay. You can have anything you want, everything you need.”

One hand left his neck and wedged its way between their bodies to wrap around the thickness of his dick. Dear god.

“This.” She squeezed him, emphasizing what “this” meant. “I want this. I’ve wanted this—you—for so long. Months. Weeks. Days.”

She smacked a kiss to his mouth then slid from his lap to kneel on the hard floor.

He started to offer her a towel for cushion, but then his cock was between her lips, behind her teeth, against her tongue, and he completely forgot every thought inside his head save for the one that said the second best place on Earth was Mandi’s mouth.

She moaned in pleasure and it was the most exquisite feeling bordering on painful.

The head was still sensitive but the shaft was raring to go, jumping against her tongue and his balls… Damn, they wanted attention too.

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She opened her mouth and drool slid down to the base of his cock. She immediately wrapped her hand around him again and used it as lube to jack him, to stroke him, to drive him insane. With her other hand, she formed a tight circle in the nest of hair surrounding his cock. The palm around the shaft… She used it to pull the skin taut in very slow motion.

Over and over she did this, switching hands, switching fingers, using her spit to lubricate his cock when she needed to. She kept the flesh tight, tingling, every so often licking at the crown or dropping her head to lick at his balls that were beginning to ache.

“Where… God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Do what?” she whispered against his pole, sending shivers all up and down his body. He was about ready to crawl out of his skin, the sensations of her hands and mouth on his privates was mind-blowing.

“Do that. What you’re doing. Torturing me.” He could hardly keep still, could barely stay upright in the chair. He pulled the arm rests back down and gripped them with his hands until his knuckles turned white.

“Is that what I’m doing? Torturing you?”

She engulfed his cock between her lips, right to the back of her throat, and he all but shot up out of his seated position. The edges of her teeth touched him, her cheeks squeezed him, her throat sucked him. He wasn’t sure he would survive the sheer and beautiful hell of her oral work.

She wasn’t slow. She wasn’t exactly what anyone would consider graceful about it.

She was dirty and hard on him. She slurped at him, breathed around him, ground her upper body against his legs, and let his dick go with a wet plop from between her lips before she took him again. Only this time, she suckled the head with tenderness, with such perfect gentleness while pumping his rod with the circle of her forefinger and thumb, and that one little move, those two digits were enough to drive him crazy.

“Goddammit, Mandi,” he managed to grind out from a clenched jaw.

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She fondled his nuts, stroked his cock, sucked on the tiptop, and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He sat up on the edge of the chair, grabbed her hair in one hand and pushed her head down until she’d swallowed him whole again. He used his other hand to tug and pull on one of her nipples. He bucked his hips and fucked her mouth, felt the reflex at the back of her throat and used her hair to pull her off his dick. He gave her a second to catch her breath before he pushed her back down. One. Two. Three hard thrusts up into the mouth of the woman kneeling at his feet, between the lips of the fantasy he’d had for months, and he unloaded on the back of her tongue.

“Swallow it, Mandi.” She nodded as best she could while working to take every drop from the cock filling the second of her three holes. God, he couldn’t wait to take her ass later. Just the thought of it sent one more stream of come up from his balls into her belly.

He shuddered as the last bit left him and he let go of her hair and nipple. He slumped back into the seat and the most beautiful eyes in the world looked up at him.

There was no shyness, no coy looks, no shame, no uncertainty in her gaze. It was nothing but lust, hungry and sexy. She licked at her lips and laid her head on his thigh.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For?”

She tilted her head and smiled up at him. “For letting me blow out my candle.”

Jaz laughed so hard it hurt.

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Mandi sat backward in the chair, straddling the seat, and reclined so she was in a near prone position on her belly. She hadn’t planned on a tattoo for her birthday, but then she hadn’t planned on Jaz for her birthday either.

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hadn’t said she wanted to think about it, but he knew if he gave her a chance to do so, she’d likely never do it. He was so in love with ink and what it looked like on a body, on the beautiful canvas of skin, that he had a hard time understanding others who didn’t see the same beauty in it. His words.

He’d delivered on every other promise he’d given her that night, and she’d found she couldn’t deny him this. To give her something she’d have forever, something she’d always remember him by, remember this birthday and how very special and sexually awakening it was. And, man oh man, was it awakening her. She was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she was so fully awakened. She—

“Owww.”

Behind her, Jaz chuckled. She didn’t know how long he’d been working on her, how long she’d been tense through the stinging pins and needles, how long she’d been trying to relax and breathe every time he told her to, how long she’d been riding the wet vinyl of the seat.

“You need to stay still.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know. I love that you’re aroused by this.”

“I’m not.”

He slid a gloved finger under her ass to tease and stroke her. “Liar,” he whispered.

She groaned her humiliation at being caught. At the same time, there was no way she could hide it. The entire shop smelled of sex and orgasms and the best birthday she’d had in years. She groaned again when he wiped her juice off on her butt cheeks and went back to tattooing.

“Maybe it’s not this that has me so aroused.”

“No doubt it’s not the only thing.”

“You think you might have something to do with it?”

“Only a few inches worth.”

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It was her turn now. She giggled into the headrest her arms were wrapped around.

“More than.”

“Good then.”

Silence ensued for some minutes while Jaz worked. There was something profoundly intimate about getting a tattoo. She’d never given it much thought before obviously or she’d probably have gotten one. Though, at the same time, she’d have probably chickened out as she’d tried to do tonight.

It was permanent. It would always be there. And though she’d made the final decision, fully understanding, fully comprehending what she was doing, she wasn’t usually impulsive.

She smiled. But then, the last few hours had been anything but usual and every bit of it entirely impulsive.

Glancing around the small tattoo parlor, Mandi took in everything she could from the small bit of light coming from the lamp shining on her back.

It was a quaint shop with three mirrored stations, like one would find in a hair salon.

“How many people work with you?”

“One other full-time employee and three part-time. There’s always three people here at a time. Some tattoos take hours and I want someone to be available at all times to help other clients.”

“Makes sense.”

There was a large picture window at the front of the store with the name of the business emblazoned from one end to the other. On the wall beside the front door hung a corkboard with instant pictures pinned to it. She assumed they were images Jaz or his employees had taken of freshly inked tattoos.

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While she’d never been in a tattoo shop, she hadn’t expected one to feel so open and comfortable. She always thought to the uninitiated that the atmosphere would be intimidating and maybe during regular business hours it was, but right then, no.

“Why were you in jail?” Jaz tensed behind her and she turned her head to look over her shoulder. His normally open gaze was now slightly shuttered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No. It’s fine.”

“You don’t have to answer. I know it’s personal.”

“Yes, but then everything about the last hours we’ve spent together has been personal. Do you really want to know?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

“I snuck out of the house one night. I’d gotten into it with my foster dad and he pretty much grounded me. I was just barely eighteen and way too big for my britches. I went over to my buddy’s house with the intention just to hang out for a while. We were broke as shit and he wanted beer. There was only one option left. Stealing that beer and the packs of smokes all those years ago was about the dumbest thing I’d ever done or ever have done since. What really cinched it for the cops was that my buddy was packin’. I didn’t know but they didn’t care.”

“Did your friend go to jail too?”

“Yep. He got a couple years more than me and we’ve not spoken since.”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say. She definitely hadn’t done anything like stealing, never even so much as thought about shoplifting. She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him.

“I am too. I lost a few years that way, but from the second I got in to the second I got out and every second since I’ve tried hard to walk the straight and narrow. As far as illegal activities go. I don’t want to screw things up because they’re really good for me.

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I’m part owner in a couple of businesses, I’ve got good friends and a job I just lucked into being damn good at.”

And you’ve got me.
She didn’t actually say those last words but they fairly shouted inside her head. She’d like to see him again, after her birthday. Jaz had admitted to having a crush on her, wanting her for as long as she’d wanted him, so maybe…

“You ready to see your ink?”