Mark Me by Shawn Bailey (best ebook reader android .TXT) 📗

flipped through a magazine. The client on the table wanted an eagle and an American flag tattoo on his back. Dimitri had just about finished it but purposely slowed down so he could think. Dimitri didn’t flatter himself thinking Eli had been swept away by all the attention he’d given him the last day or so. No doubt he’d come about the tattoos. They were done with henna and would be a memory in a couple of days, but he doubted if Eli knew this. He’d probably come to punch his lights out or to stare angrily at him like he was doing now.

Dimitri couldn’t stall any longer, and it wasn’t right to let the man on the table suffer needlessly. “Don’t scratch or get this wet for at least a week,” Dimitri told the man. He walked him over to a three-way mirror so he could see his new body art. The man left and Dimitri signaled for Eli with his finger to follow him. “Keep an eye on the place,” he told his partners. “We’re going upstairs to talk.” Both Greer and Jose looked at him questionably, but didn’t say a word.

Eli hopped out of the seat and followed him like a fly being led into a web by a spider.

* * * *

“Would you like a beer?” Dimitri asked Eli once they were in his apartment.

“No thank you,” Eli said. He walked around looking at all the jazz memorabilia on the walls.

“You’re a very talented violinist,” Dimitri said. “How long have you been taking lessons?”

“Thirteen years,” Eli answered.

“Would you care for a soda, some coffee, or perhaps tea?”

“No thank you,” Eli said. “This isn’t a social visit.” Dimitri popped the tab off the beer can and sipped some. He walked out of the kitchen and came into the living room area. He leaned against the wall and watched Eli look around. He stopped browsing and turned to face him.

“I want you to remove these tattoos you put on me.”

“Oh, I see,” Dimitri said, feinting shock. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like them?”

Eli stood across from him with his arms crossed. He was actually taller than Dimitri remembered, about five feet nine, but still shorter than him. “No, how can I put this? They’re just not me.” Dimitri smirked at him. He already knew that. “Awe, I think they’re cute and sexy.”

Eli scowled at him. “If I wanted a man’s name tattooed across my butt, it wouldn’t be your name.”

Dimitri put the beer can on the table and walked over to him.

“What’s wrong with my name? It’s a good Russian name. Consider yourself lucky. I could have covered you in erotic pictures like your friend Trey suggested.”

Eli stepped back like he’d just insulted him. Or did he not know that Trey was the one who told Dimitri to tattoo Eli as a joke?

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid that I’m going to kiss you again?” Eli blushed hotly under all that tanned skin. “Don’t you dare.” Dimitri moved in closer. “What would you do?” Eli stepped back. He didn’t have anywhere to run since Dimitri had cornered him by a wall. “Will you please remove the tattoos? My parents will kill me if they see them.” Dimitri smirked at the admission. “Kiss me first.” Eli glared at him. “I don’t kiss men.”

“Well, you better get used to kissing me because that’s the only way I’ll remove them.” Eli’s scent filled his nostrils. He smelled divine. And he bet that was a real sapphire dangling from the silver chain around his neck.

“I have money,” Eli said, not backing down from him. “I’ll pay anything to have them removed.”

“Ah, that’s right, you have two tattoos. If I’m not mistaken you have one near your cock, lover.” He closed in on Eli.

Eli dropped his brave facade, but he didn’t move.

“You can keep your money. I don’t want it. My reward is just knowing that every time you get freaky with some young society girl, she’ll see my name and run away screaming.” Eli bravely braced up to him. “You’re not the only tattoo artist in town. I’ll find someone else to remove them.” Dimitri shoved him roughly against the wall and braced his hands against it, trapping Eli. “Don’t you dare defile my work. No, I change my mind. Go ahead and find someone else to do it. Laser surgery is both painful and costly. And you’ll forever have two big, ugly scars marring that perfect preppy body.” He lowered his head and stole a kiss.

“Let me go,” Eli said against his lips.

Dimitri ignored him and pushed his tongue inside Eli’s mouth.

Eli gasped, shuddered, and tried to push him away.

The kid had some serious young muscles, but that didn’t deter Dimitri as he tried to kiss Eli senseless. He felt Eli’s confusion as his hands shook against Dimitri’s chest. He also felt the moment Eli’s resistance shattered. He relaxed his lips and Dimitri took advantage of the situation and ran his tongue around Eli’s mouth and played tongue tag with him. Their bodies were so tightly pressed against each other that he knew the moment Eli got an erection. The kid whimpered as his body betrayed him.

Dimitri broke the kiss to give him a chance to breathe. “Why fight it, Eli? We both know the real reason you’re here. You’re just a little curious.”

“You’re crazy,” Eli said, pushing Dimitri off him.

“Am I? You can call me what you want, but your dick’s about to rip through the seams of those fancy trousers.” He lowered one of his arms, reached between Eli’s legs, and squeezed gently to demonstrate.

Eli flinched and tried to get away from Dimitri’s prying fingers.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. This happens to the best of us.” He leaned in and kissed him again and continued to massage Eli’s swollen cock.

Eli trembled and whimpered again.

Maybe he should take it easy. He remembered his first time with a man. He nearly wet his pants. “I’ll be gentle,” Dimitri whispered to