MID APRIL, 2016
• M A L I K •
"How the fuck are you handlin' et shit?" Tre asked me as he held my hand while the satisfying sound of a low buzz filled my ears.
I lay on my stomach while my new tattoo artist traced over the stencil of Tre's name on my lower back.
"Ion know," I shrugged looking at him with a smile.
He shook his head, genuinely looking concerned, but that all changed when his eyes landed on my lower back.
Suddenly his lip got caught between his teeth; I looked down to his lap, now noticing the obvious bulge in his pants.
"You like it, baby?" I chuckled a bit, rubbing my thumb across his hand.
"Mmhmm," he hummed excitedly. "Hell yeah," he looked back towards my face. "How the fuck you manage to get sexier?"
He asked, making me smile. Tre makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
It's not just an ego boost either. It's a lot more loving and genuine. Like, he told me my belly button is cute... so weird, but it also makes me feel like he genuinely desires me, and that makes me feel so good.
I never knew that feeling could be so amazing.
I love him so much.
"You think so?" I asked.
He nodded. "My view about to be so sexy," he spoke while rubbing his hand across my other newest tattoo.
I had two angel wings on my back. They represent me flying and being able to lift myself out of my circumstances. They remind me to keep going, to keep flying, to never look at the ground, and to always keep my head up.
Now, Tre's name... just because of the way he couldn't keep his hands or eyes off me when I had the temporary one on.
Plus, it kind of turns me on having his name right there.
Letting mufuckas know that only Trevon can hit that.
"I can't wait ta see it arched up," he said low.
I just smirked at his freaky ass. "You dirty,"
"You knew es when you met me," he replied, making me laugh.
"Malik," my artist said my name. I already knew he was about to get on my ass.
I be antsy as hell.
"Sorry, cuz," I giggled a bit, making sure I didn't move as me and Tre's giggly ass stared at each other like some little kids.
I guess that's what happens when you're in love.
A little while later, my tattoo was finished. I looked at it in the mirror, feeling my dick get a little hard. I tried to get the dirty thoughts out of my mind, but it was hard.
Especially when you have your fiancée looking at you like they just want to bend you over, right there, in public.
I felt my phone ring in my pocket, "Hello?" I answered it as I pulled out my wallet to pay for my tattoo.
"Malik," I heard Tyrell's voice.
"Wassup?" I asked, pulling out the money needed to pay.
"I got it," Tre spoke, handing my artist some cash for my tattoo. I just smiled before refocusing my attention back on Tyrell.
