𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 | 𝟏𝟖+

| 𝟏.𝟎

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"Her aura was a warm chaos."

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All these commands were giving me heartburn and cough to give myself some relief. I settle back onto the chair and get comfortable. "Are you ever gonna call me Jamie?"

He shrugs while emptying the red ink into a tiny cup. "I think Jamilyn's a sexy name."

"That's the first time anyone's ever said my name is sexy," I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're welcome, Jamilyn," he breathes next to my ass.

I shuddered, and my eyes fluttered shut when he began to massage the jelly of my tattoo. His hands had no gloves, and the calloused feeling of his fingers and palms clenched my thighs. "How long have you guys been open?"

"Since I was eighteen. Ozzie is the owner and was our upper classmate; he graduated before us and started this place up. All of us soon followed."

I hum in contempt as he continues to massage me. He and I both knew that he should've been done already, but I didn't want to push him away, so I didn't. His touch felt good, and I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get a free butt massage. "You're good at this."

He didn't reply and continued kneading my check pleasantly. I peer an eye open to see him solely focused on the curve of my ass, and I couldn't help but feel warmer than before. I clench again, yelping when my underwear is grasped, and then snap back to my hips.

"If you keep squirming, I'll have to hold you tighter to keep you still, Jamilyn. Hold still," he mutters.

"I don't mind being a little tight. That just means you have to work me harder," I tease.

His rubbing stopped, and suddenly he stepped away from me, his broad back facing me. I furrow my brows and bite my lip. Fuck, I hope didn't fuck this up. I stand up from the chair. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not."

I gasp, my gaze shifting between his lustful gaze and the tent in his pants. I hold his eye, and my nipples harden painfully under his stare. My chest heaves lowly, and I attempt not to touch my breast as they stutter.

"You have no idea how sexy you look right now with my ink on your fucking body, hiding behind that fucking shirt," he breathed through his teeth.

I clench my thighs to ease the ache and step toward him. I want to be confident and take the first step. For a long time, I let people take the first step; even my past boyfriend said I was too shy. I need to do this for myself; even if this ends and we call it a night, at least I could say I tried. By the look on his face, he liked my advancements and met me halfway.

"Since the day you stood at my door like a wet puppy, I knew I had to have you." He leans close, trailing his fingers along my thigh, under the shirt, and to my stomach, and rested under my ass with a tight squeeze. I whimper at his harsh touch and lean into him for more. "Just a little taste, hmm?" He mumbles into my ear, gesturing for me to answer.