It was supposed to be a spontaneous anniversary tattoo—something small, matching, something playful. Lianne and Marcus had wandered into the studio on a whim, drawn by the low hum of machines and the warm glow behind the front window.
And then came Rafe.
Tall. Sleeves of ink. Fingers stained with black and a slow, deliberate voice that made Lianne’s stomach tighten the moment he said, “So… you trust me with your skin?”
She didn’t hesitate.
Marcus didn’t either.
The studio was dark and intimate—candles on the shelf, bass-heavy music thrumming through the walls. Lianne sat first, straddling the chair while Rafe crouched behind her, prepping the stencil on the back of her thigh.
“You don’t mind him watching?” he asked, glancing at Marcus.
Marcus leaned against the wall, eyes fixed. “I prefer it.”
The first touch of the needle made Lianne gasp—part pain, part surprise at how good it felt. Rafe’s hand rested firmly on her leg, his voice low in her ear as he talked her through each line. She could feel Marcus’s eyes on her—watching her squirm, bite her lip, arch her back as the buzzing deepened.
Halfway through, Rafe paused. “Want to take a break?”
Lianne turned to look at Marcus—flushed, breath shallow. “Depends what kind of break.”
Rafe set the machine down. “I think you need to release some of that tension.”
What followed was slow.
Rafe slid his hands up her thighs, mouth warm against her neck. Marcus stepped forward, kissing her deeply, his hand wrapping around hers while Rafe pulled her panties aside and licked her softly from behind. She whimpered into Marcus’s mouth, her body caught between two men who knew how to listen.
Then Marcus sat in the chair. Lianne straddled him, moaning as he slid inside her. Rafe kissed her spine, trailing fingers down her chest, hard and heavy between her legs. When Marcus nodded, Rafe pushed into her too—slow, thick, filling her completely.
They moved in sync, her cries muffled by kisses, her body trembling as they took her together—deep, greedy, perfect.
When they finished, breathless and spent, Rafe wiped his hands and smiled.
“You still want the tattoo finished?”
Lianne grinned, her body still buzzing.
“Only if you sign it this time.”
