Chapter 14
brANDON
Lexi’s face said it all, but she was apparently too stubborn to admit that she was in pain.
I glanced up at her again, for what felt like the hundredth time since I had started.
Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed.
Fuck. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.
Some people enjoyed getting tattooed, while others did not. I had hoped Lexi was the former.
I sat back and clicked off my machine. “Are you okay, Lexi? Do you need a break?” We had only just started, but she looked like she was being tortured.
Her eyes popped open, and her expression relaxed. “Oh, no, I’m good.”
“Are you sure? You look like you’re in pain. If you need a break, it’s no problem,” I offered.
She placed her hand on mine, still resting on her thigh. “I’m good. Promise.”
“Okay, but if you need a break, you gotta let me know.” Damn, she was a stubborn one.
I turned the machine on again and got back to work.
She set her head back and closed her eyes again while I did my best to keep focused on the task at hand.
I’d never been that distracted during a session before.
Don’t get me wrong, I always tried to be in tune with how my clients were tolerating the process and check in with them frequently, but with Lexi, I was hyperaware of everything she did: her furrowed brow, her deep breathing, her tight lips.
I continued to outline the octopus, paying close attention to Lexi’s reactions but also trying to curb my desire for her.
Getting turned on while tattooing a client wasn’t something that had ever happened before, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with that.
She had me so fucked up. I wanted to say ‘fuck this tattoo’ and take her right there on the table.
But I kept my touches professional, trying not to caress her leg when I had to touch it for support.
When I got to the part that came across her stomach, I was so close that I swore I could smell her arousal.
Or was that a memory from the other night?
She let out a soft—was that a moan? Or was she in pain?
“How you doin’, Sweetheart?” I asked, so close that my breath caused goosebumps to pebble her skin. Shit. She wasn’t in pain; she was turned on, too.
“Mmm, I’m good,” she definitely moaned that time. My hand trailed down her thigh, stopping behind her knee. She hummed and leaned into my touch.
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to stop doing that if you want this tattoo to look good,” I chuckled, and then I sat up and turned off my machine. “You know, you’re very distracting.”
Her eyes popped open again, as if she’d only just remembered where she was. “Shit, sorry. I kinda zoned out there for a bit.”
“Listen, be a good girl and stay very still until we’re done. Remember what good girls get?” I said in a hushed tone. No one in the shop needed to hear our conversation.
Her eyes widened as she realized what I was offering.
“Can you do that for me, Lexi? Can you be a good girl?”
She nodded and lay back. After adjusting myself—because holy hard-on—I turned my machine back on.
The outline took several hours to complete with minimal interruptions for water, a snack, and a bathroom break. Lexi had been on her best behavior and deserved her reward.
By the time we were finished, everyone had gone for the day. I took my time cleaning her freshly tattooed skin.
“All finished for today. Wanna take a look?” I gestured toward the mirror.
“Already? Damn, that wasn’t bad at all.” She jumped up off the table, wrapping the sheet loosely around herself. As she stood in front of the mirror and let the sheet fall open, she grinned. I moved to stand behind her as she examined my work.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
She looked up at me through the mirror. “Like it? Brandon, I fucking love it.” The smile that broke out over her face was so real, I couldn’t help but return it with my own.
“I’m glad.” I turned and patted the table. “Now hop back up so I can cover it.”
“Yes, sir,” she purred. Oh fuck me, that went straight to my dick. Since I told her to be a good girl, I’d been able to keep him in check, but since her tattoo was finished, all bets were off, apparently. I made quick work of covering her tattoo with SecondSkin.
“Is anyone else here?” she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“It’s just us,” I answered in a growl.
“Well, was I a good girl?” she asked, and then bit her lower lip. As if summoned by the devil himself, my dick strained against the zipper of my jeans.
Let me preface this next part by saying I had never fucked someone in my shop. Up until that moment, the thought of doing so had never even crossed my mind. I mean, it’s gotta be some sort of health code violation or something, right? Didn’t matter—I was about to give Lexi her much-deserved reward.
“You were such a good girl, Lexi.” I pulled on the sheet slightly to expose her.
She gasped and brought her hand to her mouth, feigning shock. “Oh my God, what are you doing? I just came in here for a tattoo.” She tried to keep a straight face but failed. “This seems very unprofessional.” She was so damn cute.
My gaze drifted between her legs, and I think my heart stopped.
I’d seen her bare before, but seeing her like this, in this environment, hit differently.
I licked my lips and ran a hand up the inside of her non-tattooed thigh, stopping before the apex.
She leaned into the touch and made a sound that almost unraveled what was left of my self-control.
“Patience, Sweetheart.”
She rolled her eyes. “Ever heard of a quicky? You know, wham, bam, thank you ma’am?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of me. “Jesus, Lexi. Can’t a guy take his time and enjoy watching you squirm a little before getting you off?” I continued to stroke her everywhere but where she wanted me. “Don’t be a brat. You know what happens when you are.”
“What, you’ll make me come even harder? Oh, darn.”
Fucking Lexi—always with the sass. Then it was my turn to roll my eyes. While I wanted to torture her some more and drag this out, her smart ass mouth had me painfully hard and unable to hold myself back anymore.
I leaned down and, without warning, swiped my tongue through her center and then nipped her thigh. “Hmm, so wet for me,” I murmured against her leg.
“Yes, Brandon, please. I need to come.”
“Already?”
“I’ve wanted this all day,” she confessed.
“Really?”
She closed her eyes before she spoke again, like she couldn’t look me in the eye to say what she needed to say.
“Yes. As much as it pains me to admit, Brandon, I am very attracted to you, and having you touch me all day with no payoff has been absolute torture.” Her eyes opened.
“Now, I’m gonna need you to let me come.
I’ve been a good girl, and I think we both deserve it. ”
She made a pretty convincing argument, so I dove back in between her legs, taking my time to keep her right on the edge. She squirmed beneath my touch as I worked her to the brink and then backed off again.
“Please,” she begged.
Without warning, I nipped her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Her hips bucked off the table, and she cried out. I thrust two fingers into her, causing her to come hard, soaking my face and the table below her.
“Oh my God, Brandon, fuck!” she screamed, but I didn’t let up. I kept finger fucking her right into another forceful orgasm while continuing my clit focused assault.
After she’d come a few more times, she tried to push me away. “Stop. Please, Brandon, it’s too much.”
I removed my fingers from her dripping center and continued to lap at her lazily, letting her come down slightly.
“Damn, Brando. You can eat some pussy,” she said breathlessly.
I grinned against her skin. “Baby, I could eat this pussy all day. Fucking delicious,” I growled before standing up.
She looked cum drunk—her eyes glassy and hooded, with a lazy smile plastered on her face. “Get up,” I ordered. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her eyes widened, but she complied. Slowly moving to stand on shaky legs.
I wove my hand into her hair, giving her a firm tug to angle her face towards mine.
She smiled up at me before I attacked her mouth with mine.
The kiss was ravenous, as if we were two starved people, hungry for each other alone.
My other hand reached around her to bring her closer.
My dick was so hard, begging to be released from the confines of my jeans.
I broke our kiss and spun her around suddenly, causing her to let out a small gasp.
I placed a hand on her back and pushed her chest down onto the table.
After briefly making sure her freshly tattooed skin wasn’t up against the table, I kicked her legs out slightly.
She arched her back, pushing her ass up towards me.
“Look at you, Sweetheart. So ready for this dick, aren’t you?” I kept one hand on her back and used the other to free my cock.
“Yes, please, Brandon, I want you to fuck me,” she professed, without a hint of brattiness. I removed a condom from my pocket and opened it with my teeth before rolling it over myself.
I leaned down over her, my chest against her back, and breathed into her ear, “Hold on, baby. I’ve been thinking about doing this all damn day.”