Page 15 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

"Sorry, Kai, but I'm not about to reward your cockiness." I winked at him, then turned my gaze toward Finn, my pulse quickening as I made my choice clear. "Tonight, I choose Finn."

Finn's eyes flashed with undisguised satisfaction when I chose him, a slow smile creeping onto his ruggedly handsome face. The other guys groaned playfully, their disappointment clear but short-lived. Their expressions quickly shifted into acceptance and eagerness, the air full of exhilarating energy of what was about to happen.

As I nervously fiddled with the hem of my shirt, Finn stepped forward, his calming presence easing my anxieties. He was so close I could smell the earthy scent of his cologne and feel the heat radiating from his body. The electricity in the room was intense, and I was at its epicenter. My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum, my breath hitching as Finn leaned down to murmur in my ear.

"Julia," his voice was a soothing rumble, steady and reassuring, "All you need to do is be your gorgeous self. I'll take care of the rest."

And just like that, my anxiety melted away, leaving behind excitement, curiosity, and an insatiable desire that threatened to consume me.

"Where do we start?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly with the enormity of what was about to go down.

Finn gave me an all-knowing grin, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "I know exactly where," he murmured, his voice deep and full of lust.

He leaned down, capturing my lips with his. The sensation was nothing short of electrifying. Finn kissed me like a man starved, his lips moving against mine with a fervor that was both intense and gentle. My senses were overwhelmed by him—his taste, his scent.

His hands roamed over my body as we kissed, skilled fingers working to remove my clothes. My shirt was the first to go, the fabric slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet. Next was my skirt, discarded just as quickly. I was left standing in my bra and panties, feeling both vulnerable and emboldened under the heated gazes of the four men. But Finn didn’t leave me that way for long, pulling off his shirt and stepping out of his pants, his erection tenting his boxer briefs.

My breath caught as I took in the sight of him, his body as tense as a coiled spring, waiting for my next move. The other men watched us intently, their eyes never leaving my body.

It was an entirely new kind of high, knowing I was the focus of their attention. A heat rose within me, a flame fueled by my own arousal and the knowledge that I was turning them on just as much. It was as intoxicating as it was empowering, and it left me craving more.

“So fucking sexy,” Finn said, shaking his head as if in awe. “How the hell did I go so long without pouncing on you like a wild animal?”

Finn's hand traced a burning trail down my back, nimble fingers undoing the clasp of my bra with an ease that spoke of experience. My breath caught as the fabric fell away, exposing my breasts to the heated gazes of the men around me.

As he continued to explore my body, his hands slowly inching lower, I noticed a smirk playing on his lips. "Finn," I warned playfully, my voice breathy, "don't you dare get cocky."

His response was a low chuckle. "Wouldn't dream of it, doll." His voice was heavy with desire, the pet name sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. "Just enjoying the view."

My heart pounded as his fingers found the waistband of my panties, his eyes never leaving mine as he tugged them lower, my last shred of clothing falling to the floor.

"And what a view it is," Kai chimed in from the sidelines, earning a round of low chuckles from the others.

I shot him a mock glare, but any words of reprimand were lost as Finn's hand slipped between my thighs. I gasped at the contact, my body arching instinctively into his touch.

"Finn," I moaned, my voice husky as he explored my arousal.

"See," Finn said, his lips brushing against my ear, "This is what I've been wanting. To make you feel this good."

His words, coupled with his actions, sparked an even greater desire within me. I wanted him, wanted all of them,and I wasn't about to hold anything back.

My heart hammered in my chest as I tentatively reached into his boxer briefs, my fingers encircling his rigid length. I glanced up, catching his gaze. The anticipation, the raw desire in his eyes made me break out into goosebumps.

The sight of his nakedness was intoxicating—strong, tattooed, and devastatingly sexy. I tightened my grip, eliciting a soft groan from him. The sound sent a wave of boldness through me, propelling me forward.

The sensation of him in my hand was almost too much. He was hard and hot, pulsing lightly under my touch. I marveled at the contrast between the roughness of his tattooed skin and the silky smoothness of his manhood. I moved my hand up and down, exploring his length, my eyes never leaving his.

Finn let out a soft grunt, his hand coming to rest over mine, guiding me. "Just like that, Julia," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, the weight of the other guys’ gazes only adding to the heady atmosphere. As I held Finn in my grasp, the others watching in anticipation, I realized I was living out a fantasy I'd never thought possible. My mind was spinning, but one thought echoed louder than the rest—I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I kept stroking him, teasing his end and watching as his expression tightened with pleasure. Holding him in my hand like that, knowing I had the power to make him come, was almost too much to bear.

Finn must’ve felt the same way, his hand gently guiding mine off.

“You first, doll.” With a grin and before I had a chance to reply, he moved his hand back between my thighs, spreading my lips and teasing my clit with the sort of expert skill you’d expect from a man who did fine work with his hands.

“Oh… oh myGod.”

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