Staring down at the floor, June tried to think of something comforting to say. "I won't let him ruin this for you."
"June, stop worrying about everything. You're a grown woman. It's not like I messed with you underage or anything. We're grown adults seeing where this thing between us goes."
"Is that what we're doing? I mean, we didn't get to discuss it last night." She nibbled her lip, wishing she could find a switch in her brain that told her to stop speaking.
"I think it's safe to say we're not just fucking anymore, June. Your parents know about us, and it will only be a matter of time before everyone else does." He kissed her shoulder. "I don't have a problem with everyone knowing. What about you?"
"I've not got a problem. I guess I'm just a little afraid in case they say you're using me for money or something."
She yelped as he slapped her ass. "I'm not using you, and I don't ever want to hear of you thinking those words, do you understand me?"
"No need to get bossy."
Her words earned her another slap.
June giggled as he cursed her. "Sorry, I can't help it." "We're together. We're not going to let people get between us at all."
Trey started working on her tattoo. She loved hearing the buzz of the needle and the feel of it against her skin. There was something addictive to the noise. The mirror across from her showed June his concentration. He was working hard to get her ink just right.
"You're really good at this," she said.
"I worked hard. I didn't want a high education or to be some fancy lawyer. This is what I love to do."
"You're an artist."
She had gone to college and in the evenings trained as a baker. "Being in a stressful job is no fun."
"Were your parents happy with your decision?" he asked.
"To become a baker? No, they hated it. They both felt I was destined for something more fun than baking. I love it though. I work through new recipes at night when I'm alone. The hours can suck sometimes, but it's nice to take the day off. It's only Saturday, and it's always slow."
"How did Molly take the news?"
"I'm paying her to have the day off. She deserves to have some fun with those kids." Blowing her hair out of her eyes, she watched him change something and then went back working.
"Dale's not going to let up on her," he said.
"What?"
"Dale is going to be there for her whether Molly likes itor not. He loves those kids, and I believe him when he tells me something."
"I'm not judging anyone, Trey. It's between the two of them."
She was silent thinking about everything Molly must have gone through.
"You're thinking too hard," he said.
"I just wondered how she did it without completely freaking out. I couldn't have done it. Two kids with no Dad in the question. It's tough."
He murmured in agreement. "She didn't trust Dale's reputation, and he did some things to her that sucked. I don't know what he did, but it must have been bad. I get it, and even he gets it. Times change, and people need to learn to move on."
"Have you moved on?" she asked.
"From my high school days?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, I've moved on. I'm not the same person I was back then. I spent a lot of time angry at my parents and shit. It's not who I am now."
Falling silent again, June listened to him work. The buzzing of the needle nearly made her fall asleep.
"I made a lot of mistakes in high school. A lot I can't take back. One of those mistakes was the way I treated you, June."
Looking up at the mirror she saw him staring back at her.
"Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?" he asked.
This was it. He'd been her bully in high school, but now he was her lover. Trey was opening up, asking for her forgiveness.
Taking a deep breath, June nodded. "It's all forgiven."
She spoke the words and felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. His hand settled on her hip, holding her in place.
"I promise you, June, you won't regret it."
"I hope not."
What was happening here?
"Finish my tattoo, stud," she said, blowing the hair out of her eyes.
He worked her tattoo for the next hour. Trey worked efficiently without a glitch. There was a point where she thought she'd fallen asleep.
Trey kissed her shoulder, waking her up. "It's done, baby," he said.
Opening her eyes, she rubbed the sleep from them. "You've finished?"
"Yeah. I love it, but I'm a little biased."
Sitting up, she stared at him feeling a numbing in her back. "I'll be close to you so I'll deal with your aftercare. Come and look."
He got her to stand in front of the mirror and held another mirror to her back. "I'm afraid that jeans, trousers, and skirts are out of the question. I suggest dresses. Nice, short dresses."
She got her first look at the tattoo on her back and loved it.
"Trey, it's gorgeous."
"It's one of my best," he said.
"I love it." Turning toward him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is kissing out of the equation?"
Trey took hold of her hand and placed it between his
thighs. She felt the hard, thick length of his arousal. "Baby, I'm begging for you. Kissing, sex, fucking. It's
all allowed in my book."
Laughing, June walked him backwards, unbuttoning her trousers and wriggling out of them. Next the shirt and bra came off. "Then how about sex in your inking chair?" she asked, pushing him down where she'd been lying moments before.
"I'll have to sanitize everything," he said, pushing his jeans down. His cock pushed up with the tip leaking pre- cum. Kneeling in front of him, she pushed her hair out of the way and took the tip into her mouth, moaning as she did.
Trey moaned. His fingers sank into her hair as she took him to the back of her throat, loving the unique taste of him on her tongue.
"Fuck," he said.
Leaving his cock, she pumped the shaft. "You curse when you've got nothing to say."
"I've got lots to say. With your mouth on my dick, everything leaves my head."
"See, nothing to say."
She sucked on his cock, loving the power it gave her. His eyes closed, and the grip in her hair tightened. June enjoyed his lack of control. Reaching into his pocket she pulled out a condom.
Pulling off his shaft, she tore open the latex, covered his cock and moved over him.
"I'll be careful of your tattoo," he said.
June couldn't feel the tattoo through the lust coursing through her veins. She was so turned on. The only thing she could think about was the feel of him inside her.
"Fuck me, Trey."
He gripped her hips and slammed her over his cock. They both cried out together. She felt him pulse deep inside her. The tip touched her cervix, he was that deep.
"Fuck, you feel good, June."
She lifted up and set the pace, taking his cock inside her. Their pace sped up, and June felt she was close to orgasm. Moaning, she gripped his stomach, trying to find something to hold on to.
"Let it go, baby. I've got you. Let it go."
Her orgasm hit her, and Trey held her. He refused to let go. She moaned, cried, and screamed as the pleasure took over. All the time, Trey fucked her hard. He didn't come with her, and as she came down, he was stroking her arms.
"You didn't come," she said, pouting.
"I'm rock hard, and I didn't want it to end too soon. Do you know how many times I've imagined getting you here?" She shook her head. Until she'd been laid down in the
ink chair, she'd not given it much thought.
"A long time. Too long for you to know. I'm going to
enjoy this adventurous side of you."
Smiling, she waited for him to move. Trey didn't move one inch. He stayed lying down, looking up at her.
"I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me," he said, thumbing the buds. "What?"
"Ride my cock. Let me see those tits bounce. I want to see you lose control again."
She did as he asked, riding his cock.
"I'm going to show you how it's going to be between us, June. You've got nothing to be afraid of."
"Shut up, Trey. I trust you, and fuck me."
Trey didn't let up from his position. He forced her to fuck him as he watched her tits bounce. June loved every single moment of their union.