To touch up the tattoo on my arm, Rist moved to the stool beside my chair. I winced as he worked, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was sitting there naked in the empty tattoo parlor, being inked by the sexy, nude man at my side. Or should I say vampire? I thought it a lot of bullshit, to be honest, but every time he paused in his work, he would lean in to lick away the excess ink and whatever blood rose from the wound. The sight of my bright blood on his lips and tongue excited me all over again, and I sat with c**k in hand as I watched him work. Before long I was hard again, my d**k aching, my hand fast around the base as my fingers kneaded the veined shaft. My palm pressed into my balls as I thrust into my hand.
“Careful,” Rist warned when I moved too much. He would pull the needle a
