Page 7 of Throttle Me (Men of Inked 1)
I knew I couldn’t fit the entire thing, but I’d try like hell. I moved forward, allowing more to slide across my tongue, causing his body to tremble and his breathing to turn hard and fast.
“Fuck, baby. That’s the spot. Just like that.” He fisted my hair roughly causing my eyes to water.
I moaned against his cock and he released a shaky breath. I tried to draw him in a little deeper with each stroke of my lips against his warm, smooth skin. I stopped when the metal hit my teeth, flicking it, as his hips shook in my grasp. His hand moved in my hair, pulling and pushing me, controlling the speed as I gagged each time the head hit the back of my throat. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His mouth was opened slightly, his chest heaved from heavy breath and goose bumps covered his flesh. Saltiness caressed my tongue as I worked the tip with precision.
“I want to taste you.” His words caused warmth to pool between my legs and my core to spasm.
“But I’m not done,” I said looking at him confused and my hands stroking his shaft. “Don’t you want me to finish?” My brows knitted together as I looked at him. He grinned and unclenched his fist from my hair.
“We aren’t done. I want to bury my face between your legs and make you scream again.” Well shit, who could say no to that?
“Did I do something wrong?” I shook my head as I looked down at my knees.
His hand gripped my chin, tipping it back, and stared into my eyes. “Suzy, you didn’t do anything wrong. Fuck, it was perfect. I want to lick, suck, and then fuck ya, sugar.” The words left me breathy and wanton. I felt beautiful and wanted.
He guided my face to his and crushed his lips against mine, sucking my tongue in his mouth as he pulled the skirt down my hips. “Tell me you want me to taste you,” he said against my lips.
I swallowed hard; words, again, escaped me.
“Say it, Suzy.” His hand filled with my hair and the other wrapped around my back, held me in place and left me with nowhere to go. Talking wasn’t something that I was used to during sex, and he definitely brought me beyond my comfort zone. “I’m waiting.” He bit my lip and brought me back to the moment.
“Taste me,” I said, unable to look anywhere but into his dark eyes.
His grip tightened, pulling my head back as he released his hold on my back and began to lay my body back. I felt like a Raggedy Ann doll; I was putty in his hands. My heart hammered in my chest with anticipation as I waited for his mouth to kiss my flesh. He grabbed my legs underneath my knees and pulled my body to the end of the bed as he knelt on the floor. Gripping the sheets, needing something to hold, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Heat flooded my cheeks with the thought of him staring at my pussy. I lifted my head and looked at him as he smiled and ran his hands along my thighs, licking his lips, and absorbed the view in front of him. Not in one spot, but all of me, his eyes roamed over my body before his head leaned forward and I closed my eyes unable to look. My body convulsed as his lips touched the delicate skin just to the right of my sex, enough to cause my body to crave more. Suckling the spot where my legs met my core, my body began to tremble. His hands slid down my legs, my entire body was on fire and I ached for more. I needed more, but this felt more like a tease. He gripped my ankles and lifted my legs, placing each one on his shoulders.
His finger ran through my wetness as his tongue flicked my throbbing clit. My body shot up, unable to control the movement caused by fissures of pleasure that shot through my body. His mouth clamped down as his finger slid inside me. His hands were large, but I wanted more of him as my core sucked his fingers inside. He drew me into his mouth and laid his tongue against my flesh, moving it around in circles. My breathing sounded shaky and I tried not to cry out in ecstasy as I was so close to the tipping point.
Adding a second finger made me feel stretched to the limit, almost to the point of pain. How in the hell would I handle all he had to offer? Swirling his tongue around my clit, his fingers caressing my aching flesh. He slid his hand under my ass, his fingers digging into my skin, as he tilted my hips. My eyes rolled back as his fingers and tongue made all coherent thought disappear.. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t notice his mouth leave my body as his fingers stopped.
“Do you want me?” he growled against my clit and my eyes opened and became drawn to his stare.
I trembled and tried to steady my breath. “Yes.”
“Yes, what? What do you want?” he asked his eyes not moving from mine, his entire body still.
“Have sex with me.” I knew what he wanted me to say, he wanted me to use the F word and I hadn’t – couldn’t.
“Suzy.” He drew out my name and flicked his tongue against me. “You know what I want to hear. Tell me exactly what you want.” He withdrew his fingers and tongue leaving me panting for more.
I closed my eyes and exhaled, needing a moment to gather my thoughts. They’re just words and ones I said everyday but never during sex. Drawing in a shaky breath I said, “I want you. Fuck me, City.”
Wicked Ways
There’s something about corrupting someone in the purest form. She didn’t swear, or didn’t like to, but the sound of it made my cock grow hard. She looked fucking beautiful laid out across my bed with her flowing blond hair and her blue eyes sparkling in the vibrant lighting of the room. She wasn’t muscular from working out or too thin like a crack addict from being strung out. Her body could best be described as a classic hourglass – large breasts and curvy hips joined by a tiny waist. She looked almost angelic, her white skin against the black comforter.
I reached under her torso, cupping the crook of her arms, and tossed her up the bed. “Wow,” she laughed, as she bounced against the mattress. “You just moved me like I weighed nothing.”
“You’re like a feather,” I said, crawling up her body and reaching for the condom on my nightstand.
She giggled, her eyes growing wide as I tore the condom wrapper open between my teeth. There’s something so fucking innocent about her and I wanted to crawl inside of her goodness and never leave.
I nested between her legs, resting one arm under her body, trying not to crush her under my weight. “Laugh while you can, sweet girl,” I murmured against her lips. “I’m going to make you scream all those dirty words you’re too scared to say.”
Her eyes were like saucers as I slid the condom over my piercing and down my shaft. Her pussy glistened as I nudged her legs farther apart with my knees. I wanted to tear her up, own her body, and make her mine for the night. I didn’t wait for a reply before placing my lips over hers, consuming her, and coaxing her tongue into my mouth. I could spend hours kissing her, exploring every crevice and be happy, but my balls were heavy and throbbed, needing the release. Capturing her nipple with my fingers, I pinched it lightly and rolled it between the tips. She moaned in my mouth and my dick jumped to attention, aching to be inside her.
My mouth never left hers as I captured all of the sounds that escaped, those were mine and only mine to devour. Her body writhed under my relentless pursuit of her nipple and the overwhelming onslaught of my fingers against her delicate flesh. I wanted to make her come like this, but I knew there would be time for that later.
Her throat was soft underneath my tongue and I inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume and stopped near her collarbone before sinking my teeth into her flesh. Her body moved, her hips rising off the bed, her pussy nudged my cock – an open invitation.
“What do you want?” I said, as I bit down on the flesh of her shoulder.
“You.”
“What part of me?” I didn’t want to make this easy on her. I got a secret thrill out of watching her squirm with each question or prompt.
“Your penis.”
Jesus... Seriously? Normally I’d think it was all an act, but this girl was as good as they came and I’d have my work cut out for me. I liked the idea of a conquest, someone that I could corrupt and make my own.
“The other word. I won’t fuck you until you do.?
?? I could have blue balls by then, but eventually she’d say it. I wouldn’t give in until she did.
I captured her nipple between my teeth, clamping down on the tip as I flicked it with my tongue.
“City, please,” she said as she grabbed my shoulder almost breaking the skin with her nails.
I held her nipple with my teeth. “Say it.”
“I can’t.” She pushed her pussy against me. “Just do it.” I gave it right back as I ground my cock against her wetness. “Oh, god,” she moaned.
“He ain’t gonna help you now. Say the word, and it’s yours.” I sucked the tip harder.
“I want your c…” she trailed off not finishing the word.
“Say it and I’ll slide it in that hot, wet pussy and make you scream. That shit I can guarantee.” I slid my stiff shaft against her, touching her clit with each stroke. “Say it.”
“Cock,” she exhaled. “I want your cock.”
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked as I smiled against her skin. I knew she was uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a fuck. She seemed like the type of girl that lived in a very controlled world and set limits for herself and never crossed them. I’d help her go beyond her imaginary lines.
I kissed her deeply and nudged her opening with the tip of my cock as she wrapped her legs around my back almost pushing me inside of her. She knew what she wanted. She forced me inside of her with a moan and a whimper.
Her body felt warm and slick and a shiver ran down my spine as I entered her. I wanted to thrust inside, wanted to be balls deep, but also wanted to be in control of the pace. I licked her lips and stared into her eyes as I pushed in slowly, until I couldn’t go any further. I was still for a moment and just relished the feeling of being in her – exactly where I wanted to be since the moment I saw her.
She looked beautiful lying on my pillow with her blond hair framing her face like a golden crown. Her blue eyes shimmering in the light and her cheeks tinged in pink from the excitement, could have been lust. I needed to move. I wanted to make her scream. I pulled out of her slowly as her nails dug into my shoulder, and thrust my dick inside of her, unable to stop myself.
She mewled and moaned with each stroke, as I picked up the pace, unable to take it slow. I wanted to watch her, see her face, as I fucked her. I leaned back and pulled her legs from my back and placed her feet against my shoulders. I smiled at her and licked my thumb.
“Want more?” I said as I pulled out of her.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and whisper quiet.
I placed my thumb against her swollen clit and began to move it in small circles. “Oh, god,” she moaned as her pussy convulsed around my shaft.
“Do you wanna come?” I asked pulling out again just leaving the tip inside.
