Page 66 of Ravage

Grey frowns, looking at me for support. I shrug, nodding my head toward her skirt. Maybe if she's distracted from the pain she'll focus on something else.

His eyes light up, a sly grin crossing his face as he pushes off from his chair, moving to the end of the table where her feet are positioned flat against the wood. We had her lay on the table so I could access her side more easily, and in hindsight, it also gives Grey the perfect height to distract her.

As he changes chairs, sitting in Damon's usual spot for meetings, I lift the needle away from her skin, already anticipating what's about to happen. Grey's hands grab her knees and widen them, giving him a literal front-row view of her pussy. Avery shoots up onto her elbows, glancing at him.

"What are you doing?" she squeaks.

Grey blinks at her innocently, a small smile on his lips. "Distracting you. I recommend staying still though."

"Are you insane?" she hammers out. "I'll move even more."

"You followed instructions well the other day when reading the book. I'm sure you're more than capable of controlling yourself now," he teases.

Her cheeks flush as she clenches her jaw. Slowly, she turns her head to me.

"Please don't let me fuck it up."

I laugh at her. She's downright adorable and every day I fall even harder. "It will be fine," I promise her, giving Grey a nod.

Avery lets out a little sound of surprise as Grey grabs her underwear, pulling them down her legs. He bunches them up in his hand, tossing them to me across the table. I catch them easily, wrapping them around my left wrist like a bracelet.

I wait for his head to disappear under her skirt, and as soon as her head falls back and a moan spills from her lips, I carefully put the needle tip back to her skin. She barely acknowledges the pain, but her breathing gets heavier, rib cage expanding and contracting against my hand.

"How does she taste?" I ask Grey with a smirk, eyes laser locked on the half-completed tattoo.

"Fucking incredible," he murmurs from under her skirt. "You can really taste the pineapple."

Avery breaks out of her trance, snorting as she laughs.

My nose wrinkles in disgust at the mention of the fruity abomination. "Funny."

Her laughter quickly turns to breathy moans again and for a split second, she jerks an inch up the table. Looking at me with big eyes, she smiles sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Get back on my tongue," Grey growls, wrapping his arms around the back of her knees and yanking her forward again.

Shaking my head, I move my hand to the top of her body, applying pressure to keep her still. I do my best to finish the tattoo, noticing her legs shaking. Her torso pushes against my hand, and I carefully put the needle down, inspecting my work. Satisfied, I run my hand down her body, cupping her breast through her shirt.

Gray stormy eyes find mine as she looks at me with a silent plea. My thumb strokes her nipple, noticing that it hardens instantly under my touch. I give it a small tug, making her back arch to chase my hand.

"You're all finished," I tell her, standing up to get a better view of her face. "That wasn't so bad."

She nods, cheeks flushed as she wets her lips. I lean down, kissing her and she moans into my mouth, arm shooting up to blindly grab my bicep.

My tongue pushes through her lips, slowly sliding against hers as if I was flicking her clit. I continue to tease her while my hand fondles her breast, giving it a light squeeze before tugging her nipple sharply.

I can tell she's getting close, her body stilling as she chases the high. Pulling back slightly, I flick my tongue over her cupid's bow. "Come on his face, Aves. Let him taste that sweet fucking pussy."

Avery lets out a cry, pushing her mouth into mine as her back arches off the table. Her orgasm hits her hard, body shaking as Grey relentlessly keeps going until she's flat on the table again.

Pulling back, I smile at her, taking in her post-climatic, glowing face. Grey stands up at the end of the table, grinning at her.

"Definitely sweeter," he muses, walking around the side of the table. "I think Theo should see for himself."

There's a strange glint in his eye and when he stops in front of me, I shake my head, amused.

"Taste our girl," he says, throat bobbing as he grabs my jaw.

Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, I open my mouth just as Grey spits into it. Avery lets out a startled, throaty whimper at the scene, and I turn my head to face her.

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