**Ink and Lust**

The moment I walked into the tattoo studio, the air smelled like antiseptic and leather, but all I could focus on was Πόπη—her dark eyes locked onto me as she leaned against her workstation, wiping her hands on a black towel. She was my artist today, but we both knew she’d be more than that.

“You’re late,” she said, smirking, her Greek accent curling around the words.

“Traffic,” I lied, my pulse already hammering. We’d been flirting for weeks—every session, every text, the tension building until my cock ached from the thought of her.

She motioned me toward the chair. “Take off your shirt.”

I yanked it over my head, and her gaze raked over my chest, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip. The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the silence, but I barely felt the sting as she worked. All I could think about was her tight jeans, the way her ass curved when she bent over the ink tray.

Then—finally—her fingers trailed down my stomach, lower, until her hand cupped my growing bulge through my jeans. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

I groaned, gripping the chair. “Fuck, yes.”

She undid my belt, letting my cock spring free, already leaking. Her fingers wrapped around me, pumping slowly, her thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. But before I could push into her grip, she pulled away, smirking. “Lie down on the table.”

I obeyed, heart pounding, and she straddled my waist, her pussy pressing against me through her jeans. She reached behind her, pulling out a small toy from her back pocket—a sleek, curved vibrator. “You ever had one of these inside you while someone fucks you?”

I swallowed hard. “No.”

Her grin was wicked. “Good.” She popped the button on her jeans, shimmying out of them, then her panties, and suddenly she was bare above me, her pussy glistening.

She lowered herself onto my cock, gasping as she took me inch by inch, her walls tight and wet. I groaned, grabbing her hips, but she pressed the vibrator against my balls, then lower, teasing my asshole.

“Relax,” she murmured, and before I could protest, she slid it inside. The dual sensation—her pussy gripping me, the toy pressing deep—made my vision blur.

“Holy *shit*,” I choked out.

She rocked against me, her clit grinding against my pelvis, her moans rising. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes—”

Then she leaned forward, her tits pressing against my chest, her mouth crashing into mine. Our tongues tangled as she rode me, her hips rolling in slow, deep strokes. I could feel every inch of her, every hot clench of her cunt around me.

But I wanted more.

I flipped us suddenly, pinning her beneath me on the table. She yelped, then laughed, her dark hair splayed out. “Impatient?”

“I want to taste you.”

I dragged her to the edge of the table, dropping to my knees, and buried my face between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaked, her clit swollen. I sucked it into my mouth, and she arched, crying out, her fingers twisting in my hair.

“Fuck—*fuck*—”

I lapped at her, circling her clit with my tongue, then plunging two fingers inside her. She clenched around me, her thighs shaking. “Don’t stop—*don’t stop*—”

I didn’t. I devoured her, drinking her in, until her moans turned desperate. Then, still licking her, I reached up, grabbing her wrist, and dragged her hand down to my mouth.

“Sit up,” I growled.

Understanding flickered in her eyes. She pushed herself up, then leaned over, her mouth wrapping around my cock as I kept eating her out.

69.

Her hot mouth sucked me deep, her tongue swirling around the head, as I fucked her with my tongue, her taste flooding my senses. The vibrator still buzzed inside me, sending shocks of pleasure up my spine, and the combination—her mouth, my fingers in her, the toy—drove me wild.

I felt her body tighten, her thighs clenching around my head. “I’m gonna—*oh fuck*—”

Her orgasm hit hard, her back arching as she came against my tongue, her moans vibrating around my cock. The sensation tipped me over the edge.

I came down her throat, pulsing, my hips jerking as she swallowed every drop.

When I finally pulled away, she was panting, her lips swollen, her body still trembling.

She smirked. “Next session, we’re using the restraints.”

I groaned. “*Christ*.”

And just like that, I was already hard again.