Page 5 of Throttle Me (Men of Inked 1)
“Really? He’d do that for me?” Her eyebrows shot up and her lips parted.
“Yes and for me. Keys?” I held out my hand to her, ready to ditch this fucking place.
She dug through her purse, pulling out her keys, and placed them in my hand. She brushed her hair over her shoulder. I wanted to sink my teeth into her. I wanted to hear her moan, breathless underneath me. She truly was beautiful. She had an understated sex appeal to her. She didn’t flaunt the beauty of her body and I don’t think she even had a clue how fuckin’ hot I found her. She was the girl next door, the untouched bookworm that every guy wanted to conquer. I wanted to make her dirty. I wanted to make her scream filthy words while I fucked her. I wanted to corrupt this girl in the worse possible way. She would be a challenge and maybe I’d found someone worthy of my time.
“How will he know where I live?” she asked.
“Registration in the glove box.” I twirled the keys in my finger and held my hand out for her to take. “Ready?”
“Duh,” she said as she shook her head and grabbed my hand. All I could do was laugh. She wobbled on the high heels as she reached out and grabbed my shirt to steady herself. Sex didn’t ooze off of her. There was a quirkiness that I couldn’t put my finger on, but the sex kitten was there somewhere underneath the surface.
“Home?” I wanted to ask her your place or mine, but I didn’t think she was that type of girl. My life had become an endless parade of those girls and there wasn’t one thing that said ‘take me home and fuck me’ about Suzy.
“Yes,” she said.
I motioned to Tank and he walked toward us before we made it to the door. “Her car is two miles south, man. Can you have it done by tomorrow?” I asked as I placed the keys in his hand.
“Sure, buddy. I’ll have it at her place as early as possible.”
“Thanks,” I said as I shook his hand.
“Crap,” she said.
“What?” I asked as we both looked at her.
“I have to cancel my tow,” she said.
“Here,” I handed her my phone. “Call them back before we hit the road.”
“Thanks.” She walked away on shaky legs; the drinks must have had a greater effect on her than I had thought. She leaned on a table with the phone in her ear and her ass sticking out. Her skirt rode up, giving me a view of the back of her legs. The muscles flexed and moved as she swayed back and forth. I couldn’t imagine being tipsy and walking in those pointy fucking shoes. Women were insane.
“Make sure her car is running good before you bring it back, got it? No shit ass job, Tank. I don’t want her breaking down on the side of the road again.”
“Got it. I don’t do half ass work, City. Got a thing for this girl?”
“I don’t have a thing for her – my dick does, but she’s just another woman. Stop busting my balls and do me this favor.”
Tank laughed. “Sure. I gotcha. I’ll take care of the car and you take care of her – get her home safely.” He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m always a gentleman, Tank.”
“Like fuck you are, man. Kind, at times, a gentleman, never.” I heard him say as he walked away twirling her keys in his fingers.
“Okay, all done. Let’s bounce,” she said as she touched my shoulder.
Did she just say bounce? Fuck me runnin’. I was in trouble with this girl. I knew it from the moment I saw her, but my cock didn’t want to be the voice of reason – it never did – traitorous fucker. “Let’s get you out of here and out of those shoes, Suzy.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and helped her to the door.
Down & Dirty
Did I just say bounce? Hello, the nineties want their phrase back. I’d never been the cool girl, the one that attracted the sexy guy, but hell, tonight I was in rare form. My legs felt like jelly as we walked out of the Neon Cowboy into the parking lot. I was thankful for the coolness of night and the fresh air. City made me nervous and made every part of my body scream for his touch.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his fine ass as he grabbed the helmet and turned toward me. “Can you do the helmet yourself or do you want me to do it for you?” he asked with his head cocked and a smile on his lips.
I just wanted him to touch me. “Can you do it, please? I’m worried I won’t do it right.”
“No problem, beautiful.” I closed my eyes. I could feel my body sway no matter how hard I tried to stand still. I felt amazing, like I was flying on a cloud. I opened my eyes to peek at him as he adjusted the straps. The world seemed to spin faster every time I closed my eyes. His fingers touched my skin and I swear electricity flowed through his hand. I wanted more – needed more.
“Alright, sexy. All ready.” Sexy? Oh god, I want this man. I watched as he climbed on the bike and held out his hand to me.
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered before grabbing him and climbing on the bike.
“Hold on tight.” He scooted back into my legs, my entire body felt like it was on fire as I wrapped my arms around his torso and locked my fingers together. His muscles moved underneath my fingertips and I wanted to rub them – no – I wanted to lick them. I squeezed my legs together leaving no space between us as I leaned forward resting my breasts against his back.
“Where am I going?” he asked as he started the bike and cranked the engine.
Please don’t let me be wrong. “Your place.” I held my breath as soon as I said the words and waited for him to laugh.
“You sure?” he asked in an even tone, but didn’t turn around.
I’d never been so reckless about anything in my life. “Yes, unless you don’t want to...” Did I read the signs wrong? God, what an idiot I am.
“Are you fucking crazy? I’ve been dying to crawl inside of you since I saw you on the road. Hold on sugar, you’re in for one hell of a ride.” I tried to control my breathing, thinking about his words, but it was useless. Excitement filled me and thankfully the couple drinks helped give me courage to go home with this sexy ass man… or stupidity, but in this moment all I could think of is what the night held.
I held on for dear life as we cruised down the country roads toward his place. I didn’t even know where he lived and I wasn’t paying attention to anything but his body and how it felt against me and under my hands. Images of him naked flooded my brain as my heart raced in my chest almost as fast as the bike moved. I got lost in time and didn’t seem to worry as much as I concentrated only on his hardness.
I peeled my face from his back as the bike slowed and looked around as he backed up. A small white single story house with green shutters lay before us. His home was on a large plot of land from what I could see. The street was far away from the structure with a long driveway connecting the two.
“Change your mind, princess?” he asked.
“No, I meant every word.” My voice shook and my entire body seemed to quake.
“Climb off first, use my shoulders.”
I grabbed his shoulders and could feel the hardness. He was covered in muscle. I hadn’t felt one squishy part the entire time I had my hands on him. I’d always describe myself as a tad bit fluffy. I wasn’t lean and muscular, but I did have curves and some softness to my body, but not City – he was ripped. I pushed myself off using his shoulders as leverage and the gravel driveway made my ability to stand still and straight almost impossible. The drinks didn’t help either and the killer shoes I had on my feet didn’t allow me to grip the ground any easier.
I watched as he climbed off the bike, his muscles rippling and shifting with each movement. My mouth watered at the thoughts of touching him and being his for a night. He moved toward me and I swallowed hard. The closer he moved, the quicker my heart pounded in my chest and I closed my eyes out of fear and anticipation. I puckered my lips and waited for him to kiss me, but nothing.
“I need to take your helmet off.” For the love of god, please help me disappear. I’d forgotten about the helmet and had to look li
ke a complete idiot standing there with my eyes closed, waiting for a kiss, swaying in the wind, and wearing the damn thing. I’d been so wrapped up in the moment that all I could think about was him – kissing him, seeing him naked, touching him… just him. I smiled and could feel the heat creep into my cheeks. Butterflies filled my stomach and I closed my eyes hoping the embarrassing scene that just occurred would be quickly forgotten. I could hear him softly chuckling as he undid the straps and pulled it off my head. “Cute.”
I opened eyes and squinted at him. “Cute? What the heck is cute?”
“You.” He tapped my nose and I rolled my eyes.
“Freaking great.”
“Yep, you’re cute. Innocent, but fucking dying to be bad.” He placed the helmet on the bike, turning his attention back at me. He touched my chin pulling my face up to look him in the eyes. The rough skin of his thumb glided across my cheek and I inhaled quickly. “I’m going to make you swear if it’s the last thing I do. You’re going to be screaming curse words tonight.”
Everything in my body ignited at once – my heart pounded, my hands shook, and I stood there on trembling legs feeling his nearness. The man stole my breath and made me lose all ability to communicate. Wrapping his solid arms around me, pulling my chest against his rock hard torso, his lips hovered over mine. His hot breath brushed against my mouth as his fingers rested against my throat. My pulse raced under his fingertips, his touch making the rapid beating of my heart increase. Everything ceased to exist as he nipped my bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout my body.
An overwhelming craving for more took hold and I melted into him. A small moan escaped as his lips crushed against mine. Gripping his shoulders, I tipped my head back giving him deeper access to my mouth. I wanted everything he had to give – all doubts vanished and were replaced by sheer need.
Lust consumed me as he ravaged my mouth and commanded the kiss, deep, warm, and hard. The warmth of his fingers on the back on my neck sent goose bumps across my flesh. Wanting his heat, needing more contact, I lifted the back of his shirt and swept my fingers across his silky skin. There was a cavern near his spine, the outer edges rimmed in hard muscle that flexed underneath my touch. I brushed the edge of his pants with my fingers, sweeping them inside, grazing his skin with my fingernails. His hold on my neck tightened and he groaned in my mouth. We fed each other air, leaving no room or moment to absorb anything else but each other.
I wanted all this man had to give. I wanted his promise of making me scream words that I didn’t use. Bending down and grabbing my ass, he scooped me into his arms, never breaking the contact with my mouth. My stomach flipped like on a rollercoaster, the movement and excitement taking over my senses. The anticipation bubbled inside me as he carried me toward his house and eventually his bedroom.
I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together, and felt his hardness against my core. With each step it rubbed against my clit, the friction driving me close to the brink of orgasm, until he raised my body to his abdomen. The key scraping against the lock sends a thrill through me – I’m doing this... really doing this. Running my fingers through his hair, I bit his lip before opening my eyes.
“Suzy has claws?” he asked against my lips, his breath warm as it caressed my face. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that we wouldn’t hold a conversation at this moment. I didn’t want to talk or chicken out. City was the most gorgeous man I had ever kissed, let alone slept with. “Want it rough, beautiful, or soft and slow?” He asked with a hard squeeze of my ass, kicking the door closed.
I sucked in a breath, not sure how to respond. No one had ever asked me what I wanted before this moment. “Um,” I mumbled into his neck.
Peeling me off his chest, he looked me in the eyes. “No one ever ask you what you wanted before?”
What the fuck? Can he read my mind? “No.” I looked down trying to avert his gaze. I feel I’m too transparent and I can’t stand the thought of being figured out.
He whispered in my ear as he ground his hardness against me. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
I bit my lip and stared at him. There was no smile or smirk on his face. City looked like a man possessed and I had no doubts he’d deliver on his offer. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted him any way he’d give it to me. What was his idea of rough? Fuck. “Can I have both?”
