Page 6 of Throttle Me (Men of Inked 1)
His eyes sparkled as his smile reached his baby blues. Anxiousness filled my body at the thought of him naked and inside me. My breathing became labored with the knowledge that we inched closer to our final destination. The lights were off as he carried me through the house. He nipped at my neck as I tried to take in my surroundings. His footsteps and our breathing were the only sound as he carried me.
Light filled the room and momentarily blinded me. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around the bedroom before he placed me gently on the bed. The large room had white walls; a large framed Harley poster hung above the dresser and was the only visible decoration in the room. Dangling my feet over the bed I noticed that the only color in the room was the black comforter and the rich auburn wood flooring. City lifted his shirt as he watched me look around but didn’t say a word as he approached. I swallowed hard as I took in his magnificent tanned torso.
I’m speechless and for me that’s a rarity. The six-pack he’s sporting makes my mouth water and my fingers itch to touch it. As he approached, I can clearly see the intricate art on his chest and arms. A black dragon filled his right rib cage and black tribal designs decorated his right shoulder, looking richer against his dark skin. I never cared much for tattoos, but on him they fit and are freaking amazing.
A twinkle caught my eye and I leaned forward to get a better view of his chest. There were barbells running through each of his nipples and I was shell-shocked. Tattoos have become part of the social norm, but piercings still were a bit of a taboo in my mind. Not taboo in the way that I found them revolting, just the opposite. I wanted to play with them like a new toy at Christmas.
“Still a yes, princess?” he asked as he stood between my legs.
“Yes.” My voice was a little stronger now; my resolve more certain than it had been when I squeaked out the words before we pulled out of the Neon Cowboy.
He leaned over me, pushing me into the mattress. My face was buried in his chest as he reached toward the nightstand and I couldn’t help myself, I licked the metal around his nipple. Leaning into my tongue, the sound of his groan filled the room and the sound of plastic alerted me he’s grabbed a condom. There was no turning back now, I’d be his for the night – at least he was prepared.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his lips twitching at the corners.
He knew he looked good. I’m sure he never had a moment where he doubted his hotness or sexual prowess.
“Your artwork is amazing and the piercings are just - wow.” I didn’t know what else to say. I loved everything that I saw and couldn’t wait to see the rest.
Hovering over my body, he stared into my eyes and lingered just out of reach of my lips. Placing my hands on his chest, I felt the solidness of his body before digging my fingernails into his flesh. His fingers touched my stomach and I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want slow, but fast and hard… all night long.
The initial softness of his kiss caught me off guard. I expected it to be demanding from the start, but his lips explored mine, testing my resolve to stay the course. He kissed perfectly. A hint of tongue swiped against my bottom lip looking for entrance and I willing granted him access. Our tongues tangled together as his hand explored my body. I wanted him – I craved his touch. I moaned as his hand rubbed against the lacy fabric of my bra. I writhed under his fingers as they skillfully worked my nipple, pulling and twisting.
He broke the kiss and I felt like I could breathe again. “Sit up,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate. I pushed myself up as he backed away and studied me. His expression made me nervous, it wasn’t critical, as he soaked me in. Hi
s lips turned up as his eyes roamed my body and I could tell that he only had one thing on his mind. He leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to lift. “Arms, babe,” he said as I sat up in front of him.
I moved quickly as his fingers inched closer to my bra. I couldn’t do anything but stare at the cocky grin on his face while he undressed me. He didn’t look like any other man I’d ever been with. Having him undress me was the single most erotic moment of my life. His smell surrounded me, a mixture of earth, sweat, and musk. When I thought my heart couldn’t beat any faster, his fingertips caressed my collarbone and skipped a beat before thundering in an erratic rhythm. I wanted to get down on my knees and pray that I lived through this experience.
“Breathe,” he said.
I inhaled quickly, not realizing I’d been holding my breath. I wanted to cover my body, but his lopsided grin made me do the opposite.
He wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me. My toes curled from the passion in his kiss. I felt a hunger, like I was about to be devoured by him. Pressing my body into his, I became his meal, willingly offering myself.
Our hands and mouths became entwined and the sound of our hard breath and lips tugging and pulling filled the air. I opened my eyes to look at him and became entranced by his mouth. I watched as he kissed me and took in all of his features. His long brown lashes lay against his protruding cheekbones and were framed by full dark eyebrows. A shadow had developed on his jawline and joined with his sideburns and I couldn’t keep my finger away any longer.
The facial hair tickled my skin as I ran my finger down the roughness to the edge of his mouth. I could feel our lips move under the pads of my fingers. Our hands explored each other feverishly, learning the curves and spots that made one another twitch and shake. There was a delicious torture to the touching and kissing.
My clit ached as his hand inched up my thigh and brushed against my underwear. I gasped in his mouth as his fingers dug into the material and ripped it from my skin. I didn’t care that they were my best underwear that I saved for special occasions; I wanted him inside me. He cupped my sex, applying pressure as I moaned and my head fell back. I didn’t have the ability to hold it up as he began running his fingers through my wetness.
“Oh God,” I said, as my eyes rolled back and my lids fluttered closed.
Warmth surrounded my nipples as his mouth closed around it and he sucked it in a pulsating rhythm. I dug my nails into his skin, needing something to hold. I cried out as his teeth captured the throbbing tip and bit down. Slowly his finger prodded my entrance before slipping inside at an agonizing pace. I needed to be filled and wanted the friction of his palm to relieve the ache between my legs.
I ground my hips into his palm, begging for more, as he pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in. I wanted to palm his cock through his jeans, but his body was too long and his crotch too far away. I grabbed his hair, fisting it in my hand and he moaned, causing the vibration against my nipple to push me to the edge. His warm, rough palm stroked my clit as he worked his fingers in and out, massaging my G-spot. Pants and moans fell from my lips as he worked my body like a well-choreographed dance number.
I couldn’t stop my body from twitching as my release crashed over me unexpectedly. I screamed his name as the ripples of pleasure cascaded throughout me. I gulped for air, trying to catch my breath as my aftershocks squeezed his finger and tried to suck him deeper.
“Jesus,” I muttered, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of my lips. I’d never had an orgasm so intense. No one had ever found my G-spot let alone touched it with such skill. I lay panting with my skirt on as he climbed off the bed and began unbuckling his belt.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sugar.” His deep laugh filled the room.
“Oh, um.” My stomach flipped. I needed to move. “No, let me,” I said. He moved his hands away from the metal and closer to the bed. Crawling cat-like, I positioned myself right in front of him and tucked my feet underneath my ass. I unbuckled it slowly, pulling it out of the loops in a teasing motion. Movement caused my eyes to look downward, straining against the restrictive denim I could see a long thick bulge.
“Like what ya see?”
Fuck. “Uh huh,” I said, swallowing roughly. I touched his stomach and slowly slid them down his skin before grabbing for the button. “You sure about this?” I thought I’d turn the tables a bit. He kept asking me if I was sure, but hell I knew what I wanted and it was him.
“Mm hmm,” he said with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he rested his hands on his sides.
He grinned like he knew something I didn’t. A small patch of hair lined the top of his jeans – happy trails indeed. I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them with fingers more steady than I thought possible. The clicking of the zipper passing by each tooth as I took my time made my heart race. I savored the moment, freeing his hard-on. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the soft, dark hair that had been trapped underneath the fabric. His body shook at the contact and his finger tangled in my hair. The denim of his jeans was rough against my palm as I slid them up his massive thigh to palm him. A small bump at the tip gave me pause before I looped my fingertips in the sides, licking a path from his belly button to the zipper.
I tugged the material down his skin as I kept my mouth attached to his abdomen. I backed away as the material slid down and his shaft sprang free. My heart stopped and I sucked in a breath, my eyes growing wide.
Jesus. “What the…” What the fuck? I stared in wonderment. Not only was the man blessed with a well-endowed member, but also he added to it, decorated it. A large metal loop with a ball hung from the tip. I was eye to eye with it and couldn’t imagine why any man would do that to his body.
“You can touch it,” he laughed. “It won’t hurt you,” he said, moving his abdomen in my direction.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” I reached out and ran my finger across the shiny metal jutting out. “Will I feel it?” I felt like a complete idiot, but I’d never seen one in person let alone had sex with someone that had extra parts.
“It will give you a different sensation at first, closest to your opening… some pressure maybe.”
I didn’t want to touch it with my finger so I stuck out my tongue and licked around the cool sleek hardware. His hips jerked and his shaft lurched from the contact. I reached out and fisted his shaft in my hands, being mindful of the metal protruding from it as I worked it with my hands and mouth in unison. He was rock hard.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I slid it out of my mouth and flicked the piercing with my tongue.
I stopped and looked at him, but didn’t let go. “Did I hurt you?” His head was tipped back with his arm outstretch, still with a handful of hair in his grasp.
“Sugar, you can’t hurt me. Take all of me.”
I smiled at him and the name sugar made me feel all gooey inside. No one had been so forward with me and it made wetness pool against the fabric of my skirt. I inched closer, stroking him, and held him firm in my grasp. His musky scent was intoxicating.
