Page 19 of Four Tattoos

“Oh! oh!” My cries dissolve into moans and then form back into cries of ecstasy as his cock and his thumb bring me to the verge of another orgasm. It’s his eyes, though, that push me over the edge, with the way he’s looking at me like he really sees me, like he wants nothing more than my pleasure.

“Ohhh!” I come hard. It’s a deep climax, made even better by the fact that he’s inside me and on top of me. I’m sheltered, and cared for, I’m— Thoughts dissolve as bliss takes over. I’m nothing but sensations, all of them pure pleasure.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”

His urgings take it up another notch. I’m floating in infinity, but always aware that I’m safely anchored beneath him, free to let myself experience everything I’m feeling, and I’m feeling so much.

His rhythm slows, but stays steady, rocking me through my orgasm and beyond. His eyes are still on me when I come back to myself, and I smile up at him, feeling better than I can ever remember feeling.

“That was wonderful,” I tell him.

“Good.” As he looks down at me, he starts to pick up his pace again. He keeps his focus on me as he slides a hand under my hips and tilts my pelvis, driving into me at a different angle that seems to take him even deeper.

I’d heard that men reach their sexual peak in their twenties, but this older man is definitely not past his prime in any way. There’s no lack of stamina as he thrusts in and out of me at a steady, satisfying pace, leaving me breathless again in the best possible way.

I watch in fascination as he starts to go within himself, and then his eyes are squeezing shut and his fingers are digging into the flesh at the top of my ass as he loses himself inside me. Everything on him clenches tight before releasing, and I’m gifted with a view of the vulnerable side of this man who presents so many hard edges to the world.

His eyes are dark but shining bright when he opens them again, and it’s an almost-smile that curves his lips as he looks down at me.

I smile back at him, feeling radiant as he rolls off of me to deal with the condom.

Mace and Zipper both have their shirts off now; in fact, Mace is down to just a very enticing pair of gray boxer briefs that hug him like a second skin. I’m distracted at first by the sizable bulge at his front, but then my eyes scan upward to the second work of art that is his muscular torso and the ink that decorates it.

Rather than having one large, dominant tattoo like Christian, Mace’s body reminds me of a notebook cover near the end of the school year, covered in tiny drawings, words running in all directions. There are compasses, a skull in military gear, a raven, and a human eye in a geometric frame. I can’t decipher the words on his chest, but I’m looking forward to getting a closer look.

Just like his jaw, Zipper’s body appears to have been carved from stone. I almost don’t notice his tattoos, because the pebbled ridges of his abs are so distracting. I do finally notice a winged skull that ascends from the waist of his jeans.

“Ready to come again?” Mace asks me.

I nod, even though I’ve honestly already had my fill of pleasure, and anything more will just be icing on a very delicious cake. What I am eager for is all of them finding their pleasure, and learning what that looks and feels like.

“Get on your knees for me.” Mace’s voice takes on a more commanding tone, and I eagerly comply, even though my limbs are as wobbly as noodles.

He angles me sideways so that my hands are near one side of the bed, and I’m curious about the positioning, until Zipper steps up, hands on his belt, making the plan immediately clear.

As Mace gets into position behind me, one of his hands massaging my ass cheeks as he frees his cock with the other, Zipper opens his jeans, reaches inside, and pulls out his very long, very hard cock. He strokes the underside of it with his palm, stretching it out, giving me a good look at it along with the bottom part of that skull artwork that had teased me moments before.

They’re both going to fill me at the same time, and I suddenly realize how silly it was of me not to anticipate this. I’ve been so busy being curious about them as individuals, that I never thought about them teaming up on me. And even if I had, I’d have never dreamed it would be these two.

“No ink on your cock?” I ask Zipper, unable to keep the question to myself. “Is that because of the pain?”

At first, he only grunts in response, but then says, “It’s because I don’t want a guy touching my dick.”

“There’s art on mine,” Mace says, coming around the bed to stand next to Zipper. Now there are two big cocks on display in front of me, and I’m feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

Mace has bold, swirling lines running along one side of his cock, a design that echoes the one on his neck.

I reach out and run my finger over the dark shapes. “How much did it hurt?”

“Not as bad as I expected. Not my most painful by far.”

“Wow.” My comment is both about his pain tolerance and about his cock itself, which is impressively thick and veined, and has my pussy getting freshly wet in anticipation. It grows harder at my touch, and I can’t resist wrapping my hand around it and giving him a few strokes.

When my grip loosens, he cups my jaw, stroking his thumb over my chin before returning to his position behind me. It feels like my pussy is throbbing with need, and thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. After sheathing with a condom, he swirls the tip of his cock around in my wetness, and then pushes inside, making me gasp at the size of him.

Meanwhile, Zipper grips my jaw just as Mace had done, but he pulls my chin down, opening my mouth wide. He feeds his cock into my mouth, pressing it on my tongue, then sliding over it.

He’s a very big mouthful, and I feel the need to impress him, to take as much of him as I can, and to make him feel good. But it turns out that I don’t have to do much at all, because he continues to hold me, keeping my head steady as he thrusts in and out of me, fucking my mouth like it’s his to do with as he wants.

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