Chapter 75
SEVENTY-FIVE
Lost My Mind - Alice Kristiansen
Logan is taking me on a date. A real date to the tattoo parlor. Which tickles me more than I’d like to admit. He wants to hang out with me.
When we arrive, Logan grabs my hand and pulls me into the parlor with a grin on his face.
“Wait…” I hang back a little, which just makes Logan tug me harder. He wants to hold my hand in here? Like…just in front of everyone?
“Come on, they won’t bite.” Logan pulls me into the most eclectic, dark tattoo parlor. There are knick-knacks and pictures all over the walls, and the decor is maximalist, but the space is clean. Logan tugs me past a man tattooing a client to a corner with decor that’s a little less chaotic. He looks around with a smile.
“Oh, so you are alive.” The other tattoo artist sounds salty. He’s a hot blond man around our age, and immediately, I feel a strange twinge.
“I only called you a hundred times.”
“Got sick.” Logan barely glances at the other man, and his gaze is only for me. “What do you want today, baby?”
I blink, looking around. “I didn’t…bring any m-m-m–”
Logan gives me a harsh look. “Don’t be stupid. You get the boyfriend discount.”
There’s a huff across the room.
Logan winks at me, and I flush.
“Here. Let me look at what you have.”
I don’t tell him that he looked at it already. In excruciating detail. Last night. His tongue may or may not have been all over every piece I have.
Logan just winks at me again. “Come here.”
I follow him sheepishly to one of the private rooms in the back.
“Had to take your shirt off, so I figured I’d give you some privacy.”
“What are you doing?” But Logan’s already pulling at my shirt.
“Just an excuse to see you naked.” He laughs as he gets my shirt off and pretends to look at my sleeve again. “Oh yes. Fuck, you have the perfect skin.”
Logan kisses my shoulder, and I shiver. It’s still weird to have him worship my body like he does. But weird in a good way.
Suddenly, Logan grips my shoulders and turns me, pinning me against the wall. “Hmmm,” he hums, “such a pretty back. We should definitely expand your piece back here, too.”
I have a dragon that my artist started a while back, but I never fully finished the wings or the fire. I’d love to have it done. And bonus, I won’t have to worry about sunscreen very often back there.
Then, Logan’s pressing his whole body up against mine, grinding against me, and I suck in a breath. “Logan.”
“Yeah?” He chuckles.
“We’re…people can hear us!”
“Don’t you like that, cub?” He nips at the back of my ear.
Fuck, the thrill of it races through me. The forbidden nature of it.
“I think you do.” Suddenly, his hand is pushing my pants down.
“Logan!”
“Shhhh.” His hand is around my front, gripping my hard dick before I can stop him. Not that I really want to stop him. The smooth glide of his rings mixes with the warmth of his hand, and the sensation makes me shiver.
“What would you think about matching tattoos?” Logan asks, a little louder, projecting his voice.
“Wh-what?” I try to focus as he pulls on my dick, and I hear him shuffle behind me. Suddenly, I feel something hard against my ass. It’s his dick.
“How do you feel about them?” Logan asks, and suddenly, I wonder if that’s what he’s really asking as his dick nudges against my ass.
Is he going to take me right here?
“What if someone catches us?” I hiss.
“And? I’m not ashamed of you,” Logan responds.
My whole body warms just as his dick pushes against my entrance, and I stiffen.
“I’ll make it good,” Logan murmurs in my ear.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Suddenly, Logan’s hand is gone, and I hear the snap of a lid open. Then Logan’s dick is back, and it’s coated in something slick and cold. Lube.
Fear races through me, mixed with excitement.
“What a sweet, nasty boy. You want this, don’t you?”
I can only nod. Because I do. And I’m tired of hating myself for that.
“Good boy,” Logan croons. “Now be good and quiet for me, yeah?” And then he’s pressing against my entrance and reaching around at the same time. Immediately, I stiffen. The pressure feels weird.
“Easy.” He strokes me until I loosen a little, the pleasure making me chase his hand.
Logan chuckles, and this time, when he presses in, it doesn’t hurt. It’s uncomfortable for a brief second, and for that second, I struggle to stay relaxed. We’re so close to everyone else. What if they hear this? But Logan keeps stroking me, making pleasure curl through me.
There’s a bump somewhere in the store, and I stiffen.
Logan doesn’t care. He keeps going, manipulating my body so there’s a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Nasty, nasty, letting me fuck you where anyone could see.” Logan says the words, but they no longer feel dirty. They just feel…hot.
I stifle a moan.
“You’re my nasty boy. Here. I’ll help you stay quiet.” Suddenly, he’s shifting, and then something is in front of my face.
No, not something. Logan’s hat.
“Bite it,” Logan whispers.
“What?” I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to shove the cloth part of the hat into my mouth. It’s salty and degrading and so fucking hot.
“Shhhh,” Logan chuckles, working me up to a frenzy, pushing more of himself in me until he’s rubbing against a special spot that makes stars explode across my vision.
I mutter into the hat, not caring how loud I’m being anymore.
He licks up my neck, saying softly, “Yeah?”
I groan again because I think I’m going to come.
“Do it. Be my nasty boy and come for me. Paint these walls so I have something to remember you by.”
Everyone on the other side of this wall could just walk in and see what we’re doing. What Logan’s doing to me. What I guess my boyfriend is doing to me. And that’s what pushes me over the edge; the forbidden pleasure is taking over my body. I explode all over the wall in front of me, stifling my moans into the hat as much as possible.
“Fuck, cub. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Logan pumps into me from behind, ramping up the tempo, grunting quietly until I feel him stiffen inside me. And then he’s coming, filling me with pump after pump of cum.
And after, he cleans me up with such care and concern that I can’t help but blush. And I still feel dirty. Dirty and nasty in a way that I control.
It’s hot and sexy and safe, and I fucking love it.