“It’s been a rough twenty-four hours. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you had to tap out.”
Letting out a low growl, I nipped her neck. “Is that a challenge?”
She gripped my shirt and tugged until I couldn’t ignore her silent request. I helped her remove the fabric, baring my body to her and loving the way she took in my ink with awe on her face.
“You’re beautiful.”
The way she breathed the compliment, as though she hadn’t expected it, made me proud. Hands that were hungry for my cock now explored the intricate designs covering my chest.
“How many do you have?”
Her fingers slid down my abs and over my hipbones, following the lines of black ink until she reached my waistband. I needed her to keep up her exploration, to build this connection that was weaving between us.
“They mostly all blend together now, part of a bigger design, but I’d say thirty, maybe forty at this point.”
“That’s a lot of pain.”
“You don’t have any?”
“No.”
I smirked. “Do you want any?”
“Maybe. But right now, I just want you.”
I sat up on my knees before shoving my joggers down, then I freed my length and gave myself a long stroke as she watched.
“Your turn to show me yours, hen.”
She giggled. “Hen? Did you just call me a chicken?”
“Aye, I suppose I did. It’s a term of endearment, trust me.”
When she bit her lower lip and hooked her thumbs under her knickers, I had to hold my breath to keep from reaching for her and helping the process along.
Banging on the front door echoed through the flat, causing Becca’s breath to catch in her throat and, more importantly, stopping the show she was putting on for me.
“Savage? You alive in there? Open up!”
“Who is that?” Becca hissed, rolling out from under me and grabbing her jeans.
“A dead man,” I muttered.
But the banging started again, and I gritted my teeth against the frustration. I’d done it to myself.
“It’s Trick. He’s here for a workout. I’m sorry, hen. I forgot I had plans with him this morning.”
I made quick work of changing out of my cum-stained joggers and into a pair of black athletic shorts.
Pinning Becca with a stare, I ordered, “Stay. Right. There. Don’t move from this bed.” I hoped she couldn’t see the desperation in my eyes.
She nodded and stretched, arching her back and pressing her tits forward as she gave me a soft little moan.
“You’re a fucking tease, that’s what you are.”
“Just doing my best to keep you coming back for more.”
“Oh, aye, I’ll come back. I’m already addicted.”