Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

My anxieties vanish.

The way he's looking at me…

I don't have a doubt in the world.

I tease him until his eyelids flutter closed.

A groan falls off his lips. "Fuck, Chloe."

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sp; God, the way he says my name. I need more of it. I need all of it.

I scoot up the bed.

Then off it.

I lower myself onto my knees in front of him.

He presses his palm against the back of my head, urging me forward, begging for more.

Fuck, I want to give him more.

I want to give him everything.

I brush my lips against his tip as softly as I can.

His fingers dig into the back of my head.

His toes curl into the hardwood.

I tease him the way he teased me.

I flick my tongue against his tip. The warm, sweet flesh. The smooth, silver metal.

He shudders as I play with his piercing.

I do it again and again.

I do it until he's groaning.

Slowly, I take him into my mouth.

His hand knots in my hair.

The other goes to my shoulder. Then my chest. He toys with my nipple as I take him deeper.

Deeper.

Fuck, he tastes good.

It's been a long, long time since I've done this.

But he makes me feel right at home.

His hips shift ever so slightly. His groans bounce around the room. His fingers brush my nipple again and again.

He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger as I flick my tongue against the bottom of his tip.