Inked Secrets

Nicole pushed open the door of the tattoo shop, the bell above the entrance chiming softly as she stepped inside. The place was dimly lit, with the low hum of a tattoo machine and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. Her long hair swayed with each step, cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. The shop was nearly empty, save for one person—a tall, muscular figure standing at the counter, his broad shoulders visible beneath the black t-shirt he wore.

He looked up as she entered, his eyes immediately locking onto hers. There was a flicker of surprise in his gaze, quickly replaced by something darker, something more intense. Nicole felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She hadn’t seen him in months, not since the last time they were alone together—when things had spiraled out of control.

“Nikki,” Justin said, his voice low and smooth, sending another wave of heat through her. He stepped around the counter, revealing his tall, imposing frame. His dark skin gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and his shoulder-length dreads were pulled back in a half ponytail, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Last-minute decision,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I wanted something small, but meaningful. Thought you might be able to help.”

Justin’s eyes roamed over her, lingering just a little too long on the curves of her body. He’d always looked at her like that, with that barely contained hunger in his eyes, though he’d tried to hide it since that night. His girlfriend, Stacey, had no idea what had happened between them, and he’d made it clear that it couldn’t happen again.

But now, with the shop empty and the memory of their last encounter hanging between them, the tension was undeniable.

“I can do that,” Justin said, his voice a bit rougher now. “What were you thinking?”

Nicole hesitated, then pulled a small piece of paper from her pocket, handing it to him. “This,” she said simply.

Justin took the paper, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief moment—just long enough to send a spark of electricity through her. He unfolded it and studied the design—a delicate, intricate pattern meant for her chest, right above her heart.

His breath caught slightly as he realized where the tattoo would go. “Here?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he tapped the spot on his own chest.

Nicole nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered.

Justin’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. He knew he shouldn’t do it—knew he should tell her to come back another day when someone else could take care of her. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not when she was standing there, looking at him like that, like she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Let’s get started then,” he said, his voice husky as he led her to the back of the shop, where the tattooing station was set up. The room was small, and intimate, with a padded chair in the center and shelves filled with ink and equipment. He gestured for her to sit, and she did, her heart racing as she settled into the chair.

“Take off your top,” Justin instructed, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed the turmoil within him. Nicole hesitated only for a moment before slipping off her shirt, leaving her in just her bra. The black lace clung to her curves, drawing Justin’s eyes to the swell of her breasts.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus as he prepped his equipment. But when he turned back to her, holding the needle in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her. The sight of her lying there, so vulnerable, so beautiful, was almost too much to bear.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice strained.

Nicole nodded, her breath hitching as she watched him lean in closer, the needle inches from her skin. The first touch of the needle was sharp, sending a jolt of pain through her, but she barely noticed it. All she could think about was Justin—how close he was, how his breath fanned across her skin, how the tension between them was growing with each passing second.

Justin tried to focus on the tattoo, trying to block out the scent of her perfume, the feel of her skin under his hand. But it was impossible. Every brush of the needle, every flick of his wrist, sent a wave of heat through him, and he knew he was losing the battle with himself.

He was positioned in between her legs, extremely close hovering over her body as he focused on the job at hand. Nicole bit her lip looking up at the ceiling trying to control her breathing as he pressed himself closer to her. She could feel how hard he was as his rock-hard cock strained against his jeans and pressed against her soaked thong. His breathing was getting heavy as he tried to finish as quickly as possible before his will broke.

She could feel it twitching against her making her breath catch in her throat as she gasped making her wetter. He paused letting out a low grunt and making eye contact with her as a warning. “Baby girl… you're making this hard for me ya’know…” his voice was low and husky as he breathed against her neck giving her a warning look. “I’m sorry… I’m trying to stay still but… fuck I can feel you…” she whimpers squirming slightly beneath him only to be met with his hand gripping her thigh. “You know… I’m barely keeping myself together. My willpower is the only thing keeping me from taking you hard right now… and making you scream my name… “ his voice is a low growl as he set his tattoo ink pen down and barely caressed his lips against her neck.

Nicole’s breath hitched as Justin’s lips grazed her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His words hung heavy in the air between them, laced with the raw desire they had both been trying to suppress. Her heart pounded in her chest, the pulse echoing in her ears as she tilted her head slightly, giving him more access to her skin. “Justin…” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely above a breath. She felt his fingers tighten around her thigh, pulling her apart until there was no space left between them. The heat of his body against hers was overwhelming as he slowly started to grind against her soaked cunt.

“You drive me crazy, Nikki,” Justin murmured against her skin, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path up her neck to her jaw. “Every time I see you, I have to fight myself… fight this…” He trailed off, his voice strained as if the words were too heavy to continue.

Nicole’s hands slid up his abs, feeling the strength beneath his skin, the way his muscles tensed under her touch. She knew this was wrong—he had a girlfriend, and they’d already crossed the line once—but the pull between them was too strong to resist. It was like a current sweeping them both away, and she was powerless to fight against it.

“Then don’t fight it,” she breathed, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “We both know what we want…” His response was immediate. His hands moved from her waist to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. The lace fell away, leaving her bare before him, and the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her was almost enough to undo her completely.

Justin’s lips crashed into hers, the kiss deep and fierce, filled with the pent-up longing that had been building between them for months. His hands roamed over her body, rough and urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Nicole’s fingers tangled in his dreads, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more desperate.

“Fuck…” he groaned unzipping his jeans and pulling out his hard cock pushing aside her soaked thong pushing in his large member. She moaned loudly from the stretch of his size, she couldn’t deny how amazing he felt. It’s been so long since she had him inside her and she needed to adjust again. Justin groaned slowly thrusting into her tight cunt, “damn it baby girl… your so tight for me…” He pushed up her legs to fuck her deeper making her scream picking up the pace of his thrusts.

Nicole continued to whimper and cry out his name feeling the force of his thrusts become faster and more forceful feeling herself quickly coming to her peak. Justin continued to rail her in his tattoo chair and soon shoved his cock all the way into her tight cunt against her cervix feeling her wall tighten around her as they both finished. He slumped against her breathing heavily as she trembled beneath him. She panted and whimpered still feeling him twitching deep inside her as he filled her completely. He pulled back slowly looking down at her with his intense eyes and kissed her deeply entangling his tongue with her.

He slowly pulled away and pulled out of her with a sigh as she started to drip with his thick load. She looked up at him blushing “I think… that's the end of our session huh?” He bit his lip and smirked zipping his pants back up and cleaning up their mess with a disinfectant cloth. “Let me at least finish the tattoo and you can head home.” He smiled at her and leaned back in close to her grabbing his ink pen and continued to finish her tattoo giving her neck random kisses as he caressed her inner thigh.