Sternum Between Breast Tattoos Novels & Stories

I’m hardly able to think. "The black one is Gabriel’s wolf, the gray one is Dante, and the third one represents the pack." she looks up at me when I finally squeeze out an answer. She nods and looks at my chest again. I do too, and my dick grows harder as I see her nipples like stiff peaks pressing through her bra and top. I reach up to touch it, but her fingers trace my stomach under my left chest before I can. She starts reading the names that are tattooed on it.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

She had seen Anny had one drawn on the side of her breast, a three-star tattoo, and her shriek at that time sounded painful that she wondered how Anny could bear something like that. “Do you like it?” his voice resounded in the bathroom, breaking her from her thoughts. Her face turned red in embarrassment at being caught staring at his chest. She immediately retracted her hand but before she could, he got hold of her wrist and pressed the sponge back to his dragon tattoo. “You can touch it with your bare hands if you want.” “Don't you feel embarrassed?” She suddenly asked. “Why?” “You standing almost naked in front of me and me scrubbing you like a kid.”

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

“Thanks for fitting me in so late.” “Private sessions are my favorite. No rush.” He gestured toward the back room. “Come on. Let’s get you comfortable.” The tattoo chair was reclined like a dentist’s seat but far more luxurious. Jax had her fill out paperwork, then listened carefully as she described the design. His fingers brushed hers while handing her the stencil sketch, sending an unexpected spark up her arm. “Placement is intimate,” he noted, eyes flicking to her side. “Ribcage and hip. That area’s sensitive. Pain and… other sensations tend to mix. You sure you’re good with that?”

And he begins to undress. The jacket first. Folded over a chair because even now his movements are precise. The shirt – button by button, revealing a chest that makes me forget to breathe. Broad, defined, covered in tattoos – black ink across his pectorals, down his ribs, over his shoulders. The tattoos aren’t decorative. They’re stories. Maps of a life lived in the dark. A scar runs from his left hip to his ribs – long, healed silver, the kind that comes from a blade, not a surgeon.

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Grabbing the hem of my hoodie, I threw it over her head and let my eyes feast on her beautiful body, her slightly tanned skin glistening in the moonlight and decorated with black ink similar to mine. Eight tattoos, she had told me. The first one I had already seen before was on her right upper arm, a wolf standing over a half moon, howling. I knew there was an infinity made of flowers on the inside of her right wrist. I found the next on her sternum, another half moon but with a sword piercing through it. But what took my breath away was the intricate flowers and branches beneath her left breast that stretched up all the way to her back. There were two birds sitting amidst those bloomed flow

Sighting a smidgen of black ink somewhere below his left breast, Emerald squinted her eyes so she could see better. There was a tattoo on his torso after all, but unlike the rest of his markings which were all drawings, this particular tattoo was different. It was in writing, maybe a name, but Emerald couldn't see it clearly due to their position with Jordan on top of her, holding her hands and restraining her movements.