Page 18 of Four Tattoos

He dips his head to pluck my nipple between his lips, and I purr in response. Some of his weight settles onto my lower body, and I feel the heaviness of his erection pressing into my thigh. Needing to bring us closer, I wrap my leg around his, and a low grunt comes from deep in his throat.

“I want to be inside you, Rose.” He nips at my other nipple.

“I want that, too.”

Once that’s decided, he wastes no time removing his pants, working one-handed to undo his snap and zipper, shoving them down and revealing an incredibly impressive cock. Not only is he so much more mature and more skillful than men I’ve dated, he’s built better, too. So much so that I’m intimidated, wondering if I can handle him.

He must see my hesitation, because once he catches my eye, he says, “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy, and it’s going to feel good.”

I nod as my hands, with a mind of their own, wrap around his thickness. He’s so big, and swells even more at my touch.

Hutch produces a condom for him, and moments later, Christian is dipping the head of his cock into my wetness. I brace myself for the stretching that will need to happen to accommodate him, but he doesn’t enter me yet. Instead, holding his erection in his hand, he strokes it through my folds and over my clit, back and forth, making me squirm with need.

My hips rise to meet him, but he bends to suck on my nipples and continues to tease me until I’m grabbing for his hips, needing him to know how ready I am for him, no matter what pain might accompany the pleasure.

Finally, when I think I can’t take it any longer, he starts to press inside me. He goes slowly, as promised, and though there is some discomfort, the satisfaction of feeling him inside me overrides it completely.

I’d been so focused on wanting this to happen that I’d somehow nearly forgotten that there were three other men in the room, watching. Now, I’m aware again. Three men watching their friend start to fuck me. It’s not a situation I ever imagined I’d be in, and it’s much more exciting than I would have guessed.

I don’t feel self conscious; instead, I feel special and desired, but also like I’m kind of a dirty girl.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.” Christian sinks in another couple of inches, and I’m already starting to feel very full, even though I know he has further to go.

My mind jumps back to the day I first saw Christian, when he was tattooing a woman’s breast. Now all four of these artists are seeingmybreasts; they’re working onmybody in a very different way, and they’re all going to be inside me. They’re going to know my body, and I’m going to know theirs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Christian mutters as he presses into me.

I gasp as he hits a spot inside me that’s probably never been reached before, and finally, our bodies are fully joined. He holds still inside me, letting me adjust, and I feel his cock throb gently against my inner walls.

“You’re so big,” I tell him as I slide my hands over the muscles at the sides of his chest.

He lets out a laugh. “It’s good I went first, then. I don’t think I’m the biggest one here.”

When my eyes widen, he grins down at me, reassuringly.

Slowly, his cock retreats, before steadily pushing back home. “Does it hurt?”

I shake my head. Maybe I’ll be sore tomorrow, but right now, it feels really good.

He reaches between us, and I’m expecting him to make some sort of adjustment to his position, but instead, he presses his thumb to my clit.

“Oh!”

“Feel good?”

I nod. “So good.”

“Next time, I’ll get creative, but I’m going to keep things simple tonight.”

The creative part piques my curiosity, but it’s the mention of a next time that surprises me. I expected tonight would be a one-time thing, for several reasons. These older men have surely been with many women who’ve been way more experienced than me, and there’s a good chance I won’t measure up to what they’ve come to expect. Maybe they’re just curious about all of my virgin skin, and one night will satisfy them. Maybe, because we’re so different, one night is all that makes sense.

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ROSE

Next time.

His words echo in my head as Christian starts to drive into me at a faster pace. He continues to thumb over my clit, even as he rocks my body back and forth on the bed with the motion of his thrusting. Meanwhile, his eyes are on mine, making this personal, not just a random hookup. It’s not just about getting off. He made a nice dinner for me, and now he’s fucking me. He chose me, and he already wants there to be a next time.

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