“And since when don’t you like to fuck with my uncle?”
Since I’m fucking him, is what I want to say, but I’m pretty sure Dex would have my balls for that. Seeing the smile on Asher’s face, I’m not sure he doesn’t already know.
“True…” I say.
“Look, I could go somewhere else, but I thought it would be better if it was you tattooing me.”
That makes sense. I would have been pissed if he had been inked by someone else other than me or my crew.
“How did you get an appointment? I have a long waiting list.”
“I said I was your nephew. I mean, if that’s cool.” This kid acts like a hardass, but all he wants is a family. He’s so fucking cute, being twenty and all.
“So you’re the one who sent in the design I was working on this morning?”
He nods.
I get what I printed and show him what I drew. “Is that what you have in mind?”
He explained in his email that he wanted a “badass half sleeve” from shoulder to elbow, looking like a feather with a peony, a black heart, and a watch. While he looks at what I did, I take out my phone and send a text to Dex.
Me: Your nephew is here asking for a half sleeve. Don’t want to rat the kid out but don’t get mad at me for doing my job.
Dex’s wrath is known to be heard across the country, and I’m not taking the blame and risking not getting any for a little punk who suddenly calls me his uncle.
Dex: Whatever, as long as you hurt him more than necessary.
That’s surprising. If Dex didn’t already know, he would have blown a fuse when he saw my text.
Me: You knew about it?
Dex: I recommended that if he really wanted to get inked, it should be you doing it.
It doesn’t seem like a lot, but that’s a huge compliment coming from Dex. I smile stupidly, looking at the screen.
“Are you done checking in with Uncle D?” Asher asks. “You two think you’re discreet, but you really aren’t, you know that, right?”
I don’t answer. “I need to print your design, then we can start. Morgan booked you for three hours, so we might need to finish it another day. Do you want to wait here or go get a coffee? I shouldn’t be longer than twenty minutes.”
Asher decides to get a coffee while I get my station ready, detail the design a little more and print it. Fifteen minutes later, I’m done. When he comes back, his uncle is with him. Just seeing Dex pushing open the door of the shop makes my dick stir.
“Hey, ba—Dex!”
“Luke!” He’s wearing his navy suit today with a light blue shirt and a geometric-design blue tie. His hair is gelled back, not one strand out of place. It’s a pretty different look than the one I’m used to after fucking him for hours. He adjusts his cufflinks while his eyes roam over my body. The asshole is making me hard, and he knows it. He nods, his eyes on my growing bulge. “Looking good.”
I hear the three stooges laughing and turn abruptly to look at Morgan, Elvis, and Calvin lined up behind me. “Don’t you have any skin to tattoo, assholes?”
“Fuck,” Dex mumbles behind me.
Now Asher is laughing at our expense. “I never thought I’d say Ian was right, but fuck, Ian was right. When you two are in the same room, hell feels like a cold room compared to the heat emanating from you.” He arches an eyebrow, showing us he’s making fun of us more than anything.
“Why are you here, little prince?” I ask.
“Want to be sure you’re not inking something butt ugly on my nephew's body. Can we talk in private?”
I nod and walk us to my office. I let Dex go in first, enjoying the view of his tight ass. I’ve barely closed the door before he’s on me, attacking my mouth with his, pushing me against the wall. One hand is around my neck while the other makes its way to my belt.
“Fuck. I couldn’t concentrate and really needed an excuse to come by,” he says, unbuckling my pants. “My dick was throbbing just thinking of you.”
“My dick is always throbbing when I think of you.” I kiss his neck. His hand holds my cock as he jerks me off. “Babe, the shop is full of my staff, your nephew. We can’t…”
Dex looks at me without a single glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “That’s funny, you think I care.”
He walks to the chair, dragging me by my hard dick. He sits and tugs my pants and underwear down, not losing a minute before guiding me to his mouth.
“Don’t drip on my suit,” he says in a commanding tone.
Without warning, he takes all of my cock in his mouth, bringing me to the back of his throat. He goes at it wildly, his hands holding me or playing with my balls. He continues his movement, pursing his lips tightly, not letting me pace myself. I moan loudly. I grab his hair so I can set the rhythm I need and pull hard, making him grunt. The vibrations around my shaft are unbelievable. He releases my dick and licks the side, the tip, the in between. He’s literally French kissing my cock and I’m losing my mind fast. His hand grabs my ass and makes its way to my tight hole. Entering me harshly with no preparation, his fingers find my prostate and I come right in his mouth. It took him less than two minutes to make me come and I would be ashamed if I wasn’t so blissed.
“Fuck, babe, that was fast and dirty.” I dart my tongue along the corner of his mouth to swipe the drop of cum making its way dangerously close to his pristine suit. I rub my hand on his dick, still leaning toward him. “What do you need, little prince?”
“Do you have another T-shirt in here?” He smiles like a wolf about to devour a lamb.
“I sell T-shirts in the front, why?”
He raises his brows and stands, getting rid of his clothes. “Because I’m going to rub my dick on your muscled ass and come all over your back. You might want to be able to clean yourself up.”
As he tilts his head and pulls on his dick, I get into action and get naked. What Dex wants, Dex always gets. I lie down on my belly and wait, wiggling my ass a little
“Fuck, beardy, you’re hot!”
And right there, waiting for him to do whatever he wants to me, I know we’re entering quicksand territory. Dex never uses pet names for anybody—unless you count asshole and dumbass as nicknames for the people around him. The name would have made me happy if it didn’t mean we had a countdown over our heads. Nevertheless, I let him use my ass to jack off all over me. I feel the weight of his dick between my cheeks and his balls slapping mine. His hands press on my ass, constructing his dick tight and he continues frotting hard, humping my butt crack and letting me wonder if his tip will enter me. The teasing making me want him more with each thrust. I forget all about us and only think about him and the pleasure he has getting an assjob. But when his hard shaft spurts cum onto my back and his grunts fill the hole he just made in my heart by calling me beardy, reality comes crashing back, and I’m left with no words. As usual, he gets up fast, to be sure he doesn’t give me more than a shot of cum, and uses my T-shirt to wipe my back in silence. Something heavy just fell between us and neither of us are ready to make it lighter.
“I have to leave for a few days. I’ll call you when I’m back,” he finally says while getting dressed.