Chapter Fifty-Three #2
Kayden sat down in the chair next and managed to cut himself off after two questions about the sterility of the needles, both of which made Matt complain about my decision to bring these two in tonight.
Kayden closed his eyes and made it through most of the tattoo before needing a break.
He took a few deep breaths, clenched his hands into fists and got through the rest of it in one final push.
Olivia, on the other hand, was already tipsy when she sat down in the chair and her eyes still bugged out of her head when Matt picked up the tattoo gun. “Boys, I recommend you just hold her down or we’ll be here all night.”
“Liv, you don’t have to do this,” I said. “We know you’re committed. You can wear a ring or something.”
“No.” She shook her head. “We’re getting quasi-married with these tattoos, and I am doing this. Just give me the whiskey again.”
Matt handed her the bottle of whiskey and chuckled. “If it makes you feel better, Jace’s cousin also needed whiskey before each of his tats.”
She chuckled, and her eyes gleamed as she took two more swigs.
I knew she was reveling in the new secret she had to share with Sophia.
Still, Kayden and I each took one of her hands and pressed our upper bodies into her arms, pinning her to the chair.
She closed her eyes and whimpered through most of it, but given she didn’t break out into a cold sweat, I was impressed.
She kept her eyes closed the entire time and squeezed our hands so tightly that I couldn’t help but envision a future for us where we would find ourselves in a similar position in a hospital bed, waiting for our next child to arrive.
I swiped her hair off her forehead as Matt covered her tattoo, and I dared to hope that she might want another child with us someday.
A quick text to Olivia’s cousin confirmed that Kaylee was still happy at the wedding and seemed fine with staying with her for the night, giving us the time to celebrate our very non-traditional wedding alone.
The alone time would probably prove to be a good thing since Liv and Kayden had grilled me on my pain-related arousal since we’d left the tattoo shop.
I’d yet to give them much to work with because their game of trying to figure out what I liked was way more fun than telling them.
We were all in my bed—our bed—naked and I was highly anticipating the moment when I told them about my kink and they started doing what I wanted. Kayden kissed back and forth between the inside of my thighs as Liv pressed herself against my side, running her hands and lips all over my chest.
“This is the last time I’m going to ask, Jace,” Kayden said with a gentle kiss on the tip of my dick. “What kind of pain do you like?”
I tangled one hand in his hair, holding him against my groin, and reached for Liv’s hair, gripping her tight as she pressed another kiss to my abs. “Biting,” I groaned. “I like biting.”
Olivia stuck her tongue out and ran it seductively over the ridges of my abs as Kayden smirked up at me, clearly satisfied with the answer. “Why haven’t you asked us for that yet?” she asked.
“Because if I gave you the list of all the things I enjoy and want to do with you, we’d never leave the bedroom, and we all have lives to live.”
“Do you have a list?” Kayden asked, rubbing his nose against my balls.
“I can fucking make one, but it would start with someone touching my dick already.” They’d clearly decided neither one of them was going to touch it until I gave them the information they sought. Information given, so fucking grab it.
“Hell, both of you, touch it, please.”
Liv’s teeth grazed my neck as my grip on her hair remained firm. “Where do you like to be bitten?” she whispered.
“Everywhere,” I groaned.
She smirked at Kayden and sunk her teeth into my neck.
I moaned and arched my back, as Kayden turned his head and bit my inner thigh.
I cried out, the pain lighting me up and making my dick leak.
It was heavy on my stomach, and I reached for it as Kayden turned to the left and bit my other thigh.
Liv moved her bites down my neck and shoulder.
Kayden grabbed my wrist as soon as I’d made contact with my dick and pinned my hand down by my side.
“Fuck, let me stroke myself,” I pleaded. I was aching from the arousal of the tattoo earlier and now their teeth were sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body as they worked together to cover every inch of skin with their mouths.
After what felt like an eternity, Liv finally grabbed my dick as her mouth reached my abs, one final bite placed just above the bandage on my hip. She spit on my cock before stroking me slowly. “No need for you to touch yourself. We have plenty of hands to help you out, babe.”
I thrust my hips into her fist as Kayden licked my balls, placing light little bites all over the inside of my thighs and my ass. When his tongue brushed my hole, I moaned loudly, close to release. Olivia dropped my dick and pushed herself back onto her knees.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless. Kayden lifted his head to look at her too.
“I have a wedding present for you,” she said with a smile.
“So, we really did just get married?” I asked. “Like, I obviously know that’s not a thing for us officially, but is this our wedding night and our future anniversary date? Because if so, I’d like to make note of it so we can celebrate.”
Kayden laughed and crawled up my body, kissing my cheek. “Do you want to call me your husband?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“Then go for it, babe,” he said. “You too, Olivia. I don’t need a piece of paper to give us permission to do that.”
“Boys, my hip is throbbing and I just got stabbed a trillion times,” Olivia said with a sigh.
Kayden raised an eyebrow at her overdramatization.
“If you don’t both call me your wife after what I just did, I will literally poke you with a thousand needles in your sleep,” she said, glaring at me.