Page 47 of Open Road (Tattooed Hearts Duet 3)

“Where are we going?” I squeaked when Slade kept towing me along.

“Somewhere I can distract your mind.” He winked at me, a devilish smile on his face that instantly heated up my lady parts. When he came to another section a few feet down, he moved around some of the dividers that had created a little room.

“How did you know this was here?” I asked.

“It’s my business to know the layout.”

He shrugged like that answered the question. Before I could ask him another one, he lifted me up and sat me on some old speakers, bringing me more to his height.

“Um, hi,” I said, feeling shy suddenly, my cheeks heating.

Slade ran his fingers through my hair, watching as the pink and green strands fell over his hand. “It’s time I see if you taste like watermelon sugar.”

His inked fingers pushed up my skirt, baring my quickly dampening panties to him. Slade spread my legs wider as he bent down to rub his nose up the middle. My thighs began to tremble from the promise of what was to come. Leaning back on my hands, I offered myself up to Slade, ready for whatever he had in store.

Slade pulled my panties to the side, teasing me with his tongue as it peeked out and touched my clit. My body moved, rocking toward him as it sought more. Slade’s laugh rumbled against my thigh, sending vibrations through me, causing a whimper to leave my lips.

“There are still people close by, Peach. You gotta be quiet.”

I nodded, not able to use words, too afraid I’d let something escape if I opened my mouth. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I didn’t see how he managed to slip my panties off, but the next second, his mouth was entirely on me, and I fell back to my elbows, my thighs going to his shoulders as he began to devour me.

His tongue swept up slowly before he sucked on my clit. As he lavished attention on my button, he began to drag his fingers in and out at such a slow pace I was a writhing mess. A whimper left me as I tried to pull him toward me, needing more.

“Fuck, Peach. I’d only meant to drive you to an orgasm, but the way you’re wiggling on my fingers, clamping down around them like you want more, has me harder than glass. Slide down, Peach.”

In a daze, I barely caught what he wanted as I slid off the speaker, and he turned me, bracing my elbows on it. My skirt was still over my waist, the cold air kissing my butt cheeks. Before I could ask him what was going on, he dragged me back toward him, his cock brushing against my center a second before he slammed into me.

The force pushed me against the speaker, and I tucked my head into my arms, hoping to muffle some of my cries of pleasure. Slade didn’t waste any time, feeling the need as urgently as I. He breathed into my neck, muffling his own moans.

“Your pussy is sweeter than ever, Peach. I couldn’t just have a taste. I needed the whole thing. Hold on, this is going to be quick.”

Slade’s hand moved around to my front, and he dragged some lubrication and began to circle my clit as he thrust in and out, hitting me deep. My legs began to tremble, and I tensed around him as my orgasm began to build. Reaching across the speaker, I gripped the other side as my head fell back onto his shoulder, and I braced myself for him to send me over.

With a few more deep thrusts, Slade’s cock hit me just right, and I fell apart around him as I muffled my screams into his neck, biting down when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The little bit of pain had Slade falling apart in me as his knees buckled, and we almost face-planted into the speaker.

Laughing, he caught us, drawing us together as he slowly slipped out of me. Kissing me deeply, he gently brushed my hair before taking my hand and leading me back out to the crowd. I spotted a bathroom a few feet away and pointed to it.

Nodding, we both headed into our respective ones to clean up. Using the bathroom quickly, I attempted to freshen up so I wouldn’t smell of sex while I was tattooing someone. Washing my hands, I dried them and then fixed my hair, smoothing down some flyaways. Satisfied, I walked out, finding Slade waiting for me.

“Do I get my panties back?” I whispered.

“Nope.” He smirked, taking my hand, and I rolled my eyes. He thought he was cute, but fortunately, I had a plan in mind. No way was I going to try to tattoo a stranger without anything on underneath.

When we got back to the booth, I glanced around, something feeling off, but I shook it off and grabbed my purse.

“I’ll be right back.”

I winked this time as someone approached Slade, effectively trapping him at the booth. He gave me a look to get back there, but I just waved. I wasn’t going far, and it was a public place. What was the worst that could happen?

Thankfully, there wasn’t a line at the booth I’d been eyeing for the past three cities. It was a booty short booth that printed a design on the butt cheeks of them in the shop. They looked super soft and comfortable. A woman was wearing a pair as she heat-pressed the orders, and two guys wore the male version. I was half tempted to buy the guys some, but I didn’t know if they’d actually wear them.

“What can we get you, sweetheart?”

“Thick thighs, witchy vibes,” I said, pointing to a purple pair. He smiled, grabbing them and showing me the size. I was impressed when he’d guess right.

“Yep. You’re good at that.”

He winked, handing them to the girl and telling her which design. While she pressed them, he took my payment, asking me what I was here for.

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