Page 139 of Fragments
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I’m trying to push past it and focus. But the more I grind my inky needle into his perfectly creamy skin, the more his fingertips press into me. I think the sensation of it is getting to him… but not in a bad way.
If anything, he’s enjoying this a lot. As evident when he starts subtlywrithingon me.
A breath escapes me when his hipbone shifts over my cock.
“Are you…” I lose my grungy words for a moment to the throb in my pants. “Uncomfortable?” Lex peels his eyes open to stare up at me, the green shimmering as he slowly shakes his head. “Do you want to move?”
“Um…” His voice shivers, and now I’m really sweating. My left hand slides from where I’m holding him in place, down to gently cup his pectoral. I stifle a groan at how fucking hard his nipple is. “Ren…”
“Mm…?” I murmur, lost in tattooing him while rubbing his nipple tenderly beneath my palm.
God, that’s good… Feel it, baby…
“I…mmff…” A needy hum slips out, and his lashes flutter.
“Tell me, love,” I whisper, being swept out to sea by this is feeling. I know this isn’t supposed to be about fooling around, but he’s burning up on my lap… Hips flicking. Not enough movement to mess me up, but he’s definitely squirming like he just can’t help himself. “I told you, it’s okay to like it…”
I hear a small whimper as my hand leaves his chest long enough to slide up his sternum, fingers grazing the base of his throat.
“Ren…” he whines my name, raspy and unfettered. “I’m…aching.”
I suck in a breath.Fuck me sideways.
I can tell he doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way, but he wants more. It’s classic Lex behavior, just like that first time we hooked up, right here in this exact spot.
His rational mind hates not being able to identify these lustful cravings.
“Does it hurt?” I ask softly, dragging the cloth over his ribcage in a slow caress, smearing away black ink.
“It’s n-not that…” he stutters, a pink blush rising up in his face.
Rolling my lip between my teeth, my eyes fall below his waist, quaking at the sight of his big, beautiful cock, all hard and tenting his pants. My gaze moves back to his face, where he’s burying it in the pillow to avoid looking at me. To hide that flush of embarrassment I loveoh-so much.
“Lexington…” I hum, touching his pulse as it jumps in his neck. “Look at me, gorgeous.” He shakes his head. “Please?” He shakes it again.Goddamnit, stubborn boy…“Fine. You can keep your eyes closed.”
Tugging his jaw, I free his face from the pillow just enough to tease his lips. The second my fingertips brush them, they part. And his tongue peeks out, licking them slowly.
“Jesus…” I rasp, pausing the tattooing to gently stuff two fingers inside his mouth.
He takes them willingly, a satisfied mewl vibrating around my index and middle fingers as he sucks on them, moving his mouth to get them deeper while his tongue slides and my cockfills.
“You wanna suck on my dick like this, don’t you?” I breathe, proceeding to carve him with ink while he groans and throats my fucking fingers like the naughtiest virgin I’ve ever had the immense pleasure of being teased to death by. Of course he doesn’t answer me with words, but his own fingers slink under my shirt. “Don’t play games with me, Lexington. I know you can feel how hard this is making me…”
He breathes through his nose, shifting his hips again to rub himself on me. I can’t even take it anymore.
I’m going to explode.
Tugging my fingers from his mouth, I drag them down to his chest, making a wet circle around his left nipple. I flick over it gently, massaging it, pulling, squeezing and toying until he’s whining out the purestneed.
“Take my cock out,” he croaks as soon as I lift the needle. “Please, Ren, I’m so fucking hard too…”
“God, baby, you’re ruining me,” I rush out, shoving his pants down so his giant erection can poke out, head all swollen pink and dripping. “Look at you…”
“Keep going,” he pleads, pushing his bare cock into my waist. “Give me more ink, please…”
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” I breathe, readying the gun. “I wanna make you feel—”
My words dissolve when he grinds on my lap once more, drawing out an aching pulse of slick arousal that wets my pants.
