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P: Other than that how’s it going
Me: So great! I love it! I’m so thankful he’s willing to risk his life to do this for me.
P: Well of course you are. You’re about to drop an O!
Me: Omfg Piper. Why am I friends with you?
P: Cause you love me and can’t live without me!
Me: Want to bet?
I putmy phone back down since my best friend is zero help in these types of situations and try to focus on anything but Reid Knight practically lying between my legs, his face so close to my pussy that I can feel each warm exhale he takes.
Things I expected while getting tattooed: pain, irritation, nerves, maybe slight nausea. Things I didn’t expect whilegetting tattooed? Being so turned on, it’s hard to breathe. My clit throbs and I’m so wet that I’ve never been so thankful I put on black panties today. I’m so worried he’ll look down and see how he’s affecting me, and I’m hoping like hell I’m not leaking down my thighs.
“You still doin’ okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Good. We’re almost done.”
“That fast?”
“Why? Not ready for it to be over?”
I feel the heat climb up my chest, and I know my cheeks are blooming pink. No, Reid, I’m not ready for this to be over because I can’t think of another time that it would be socially okay for your face to be this close to my private parts and your hands on my skin. I quickly ask myself how much I actually like being tattooed and if I could find another one I want—maybe on my boob or ass this time.
“Just trying to soak it all in, who knows if I’ll experience this again.”
As if Reid realized the underlying meaning of my words, he pauses and looks up at me. The top half of his hair is pulled back in a man bun, the lower half hanging around his shoulders in natural waves. His thick facial hair covers the top of his lip and travels across his strong jaw and chin, and I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through the coarse hair. Wonder what it would feel like against my sensitive skin.
Jesus. I’m not going to survive this. Wave after wave of arousal flows through my body like a live wire, a loud hum between my ears as I nearly combust right here on his table without him even really touching me. The vibrations from his tattoo machine continue to send shockwaves directly to my throbbing clit, and the moment he pulls back, setting it off to the side, I release a long, pent-up exhale.
I grip my skirt, ready to pull it down, but Reid’s hand shoots out, covering mine and preventing me from covering up.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ve got to clean you up and bandage you first.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry for. Just not ready for you to cover up yet.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Does he have to make everything sound so dirty and sexual? Or maybe that’s just my brain crossing the signals and hearing what I want to hear. Based on my near-desperate need to get behind the closed door of my apartment to use my vibrator, I’d say it’s a high probability that’s exactly it.
Reid sprays me down with some cold liquid, and I nearly jump off the table. His free hand grips my hip, pressing me back down.
“Holy shit, that was so cold!”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve gotta wipe you down now, and this is usually the worst part for some people. It’ll sting.”
He uses a paper towel and, as gently as he can, he wipes across my reddened, newly tattooed skin. But I don’t feel a damn thing. No, all I can feel, all I can focus on, is his hand on my hip, his thumb swiping back and forth on the inside of my pelvis in a soft, barely there touch. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, but holy shit does it feel amazing.
“Are you ready to look at it before I put a covering over it?”
I nod my head, and Reid surprises me by helping me sit up this time. I swing my legs in front of me to hang off the side, but he doesn’t take a step back. Instead, his hands find my knees, not letting me hop down.
“Take a second, sweetheart. I want to make sure you aren’t lightheaded or dizzy before you stand up.”
