Page 75 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

He lifted the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, helped her slip it from her arms. She was left in nothing but her panties, yet she didn’t feel naked. Not with Jason. Not with the tattoo on her body. It was a shield. It made her feel safe.

Jason slid his hands over her belly, a little softer than it had been in college?damn Chinese food?then up to cradle her breasts in his hands, all while holding her gaze with his. “If I take your glasses off, will you be able to see me?”

“Yes. You’ll just be a little blurry.” She gasped as he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged.

“Feel good?”

“Mm.”

“See, you’re telling me you want a bad boy, but I think you like a softer touch.” He winked at her reflection and then bit at her shoulder. “Should we start slow?”

“I just don’t want your drawing to wear off.”

“It’s a sharpie. You’re stuck with this for about a week.”

“Really?”

He chuckled. “I’m starting to get jealous of this tattoo.”

Casey laughed with him. “It’s beautiful. I can’t stop staring at it.”

“I can make it permanent, baby. Just say the words.”

The way he kept calling her baby made her knees weak. “I think I want you to, um, make it permanent.”

“Tsk, tsk, Case. We’re going to have to work on that. I need a definite yes before I take the needle to your virgin skin.”

“Did you have to say needle?”

He smiled against her cheek, sucked on her earlobe, and made her yelp when he twisted her sensitive nipples. “I’d like to run a needle through these too. Nipple piercings. Goddamn, you have a perfect little body, Casey. I could play with you all damned day.”

“So, you’re a sadist?”

“How is that?”

“You want to stick needles in me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. Ever.” He slid his left hand down her belly and slipped it over the front of her panties. “In fact, I think the hum of the tattoo gun would turn you on.” Jason used his knee to spread her thighs apart and pushed his thumb harder against her slit. The lace was adding a little something extra to the pressure of his hand and she could barely keep her eyes open. “You would soak right through these panties.”

Casey reached her arms up and looped them around his neck. “I think I need to sit down.”

“Mm. No. I want you to watch yourself come first.”

She watched blood color her face, her chest.

“Tell me to stop at anytime, okay?”

She nodded.

“Stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

She felt the vibration of his growl against her back. “That’s my girl.” And then he proceeded to rub his thumb over her clit, hard, fast, the lace rasping against her hot, swollen flesh. It was an incredible sensation, one she couldn’t get enough of but knew would drag her over the edge.

She came before she was ready, her scream surprised her, but Jason just kept up the motion, a little slower, but enough to keep the feeling sparking.

“You are so damn sensitive.”

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