Van stroked each tat. He wanted to feast on Hunter’s c**k first, but he couldn’t get enough of the masterpiece of tats in front of him. A wolf wrapped in swirly smoke began on Hunter’s rib cage and continued below his jeans. It was even more beautiful up close. Van wanted to lick it, but knew there would be time for that later. He traced the other tat on Hunter’s chest with his tongue. It was of an angel with her wings spread, a devilish look on her face, and a naughty twinkle in her eye. He would have to remember to ask Hunter about the meaning behind that one another time.
“f*****g sexy,” was all Van could mutter when Hunter roamed lower on his body, reaching for the zipper of his jeans. His c**k was so hard, he didn’t know if the damn zipper would go down or leave tracks on his d**k in
