“Holy shit,” I breathed, completely blown away by what he’d done.
“I’m not going to wrap it. I prefer to let them breathe. When you sleep tonight, try to sleep on your stomach. You know how to take care of your tats, so I’ll spare you the lecture, Rosie.”
“Thank you so much, Ramon. You killed it once again.”
“Any time. Always happy to tattoo you.”
The tattoo looked stunning—far better than anything I had dreamed up in my head while he worked on it. Layers upon layers of dot work in shades of grays mixed with whites, blacks, and blues created a dark, glistening backdrop. Strategically placed on my right shoulder was a thin-lined crescent moon with its own glittering craters, and he’d even added in some wisps of gray to create a foggy cloud effect.
Cain’s eyes raked over my back, admiring the tattoo before they met mine in the mirror. “It looks amazing, Rose.”
Dropping my gaze, I took a step backward to get a closer look at the detailing, lifting the hand mirror to reposition my view.
Cain reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing Ramon a small wad of hundreds. “Do me a favor and get the hell out of here for about ten minutes.”
As Ramon left, Cain stalked the few steps toward me. He wrapped his arm around my lower back and pulled me to him, and let his tongue find mine.
“You didn’t have to pay for my tattoo,” I said through the kiss. “How do you know you even gave him the right amount?”
He pulled away, his eyes searching mine. “I gave him plenty, trust me. Now, let me get a closer look at it.”
Cain turned my body and pressed down on my spine, forcing me to bend and support myself with my hands flat on the tattoo chair.
“So beautiful,” he muttered. His lips dragged across the back of my neck, but he was mindful not to touch the raw part of my skin.
His hands weaved around my body and he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding the zipper down next.
“What are you doing?” I asked, like I didn’t already know. As if I had any intention of making him stop.
“Picking up where we left off at the bar.”
From across the shop, I could see the other tattoo artist in the corner working on his client—a muscular guy getting his spine tattooed. Both were facing away from us, the sound of the tattoo gun barely audible over the music that played through the shop’s speakers.
Ramon was nowhere to be found.
“Cain,” I hissed when he pulled down my pants and underwear, leaving them mid-thigh.
I knew no one could see, but still. This felt a little too open of a place to screw around in.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched Cain unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock. He gripped it and rubbed the underside against my ass, so I could feel how hard he was, and each of his five piercings.
He knew I couldn’t resist that damn Jacob’s ladder inside me. I swear he’d already ruined me for anyone else—the way the piercings felt was otherworldly.
Without warning, he brought his cock between my legs and slammed home. We both groaned at the same time.
Slowly, he pulled back before sinking into me again, letting my body adjust to his size and the angle. With my jeans still around my thighs, it was impossible to spread my legs, so it felt even tighter around him than normal. I waited for his hand to wrap around to stimulate my clit, but he surprised me by clicking on a bullet vibrator and pressing it against me instead.
My knees buckled with the unexpected intensity, but his other arm came around my stomach and held me up. “Fuck, Cain, where did that come from?”
I moaned, my body moving against the vibrator as he held himself still inside me. Everything faded away, making me forget where I was. I could have been on live T.V. for all I cared, so long as he didn’t fucking stop.
He kissed the side of my head and began to move. “Stole it from your room when I was at your house.”
His movements increased, thrusting his hips into me while he held the vibrator to my clit. My body was tingling from head to toe, already desperately horny from earlier.
“There’s no way I’m lasting,” I moaned, my eyes clenching shut. I rode out the pleasure, my body climbing higher.
It felt like my soul was leaving me. I shut my eyes tight, and the vibrations from the toy melded with the sounds of the tattoo gun and the bass of the music. Two of my senses completely numbed heightened the one that mattered most: the sense of touch.
