Page 8 of Throttle Me (Men of Inked 1)
Licking her lips, she looked at me with glassy eyes as she panted, “Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked as I denied her the very thing she wanted most – my cock and her orgasm.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Say it.” My lips twitched as I tried to stop the smile and laughter that wanted to escape as her face turned pink. “It’s a simple phrase. You want my cock? Tell me what you want me to do with it.”
She opened her eyes and exhaled before quickly saying, “Fuck me.”
“Gladly.” I thrust inside of her and moved my thumb rhythmically against her swollen clit as her body twitched and her head pushed deeper into the pillow. I wrapped my free hand around her thigh, gripping it, as I assaulted her.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I moaned. I didn’t go easy on her – she wasn’t breakable. I increased the pace as her breathing became more jagged and her body began to glisten in the light. I could feel her body milking me, wanting more, and in that moment I stopped.
“Hey,” she yelled, and her eyes opened showing more passion and hatred than I thought possible. “I was so close.”
I didn’t speak, but pulled her legs tighter against my torso. Her feet were near my face and her legs were flush against me. I gripped her legs, allowing me to hold her and stop her from moving. I pounded into her, battering her body. I watched in awe as her tits bounced from the force of my body slamming into her.
She began to yell, “Oh, God.”
“That’s right, sugar. Let go. Feel all of me. I want you so fucking bad.”
I used every muscle in my body to fuck her. I wanted her to know I possessed her and owned her orgasm in this moment. Her body began to tremble as her leg muscles tightened and flexed against me. I gripped her legs tighter, not wanting her to move.
“Fuck,” spilled from her lips and I couldn’t control myself any longer. I didn’t have to coax her into saying the word, but my cock had pushed her over the edge.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I said as I watched her body on the edge of orgasm – covered in sweat, skin flushed, and mouth opened lost in sensation.
She reached up and touched her breast, pushing herself over the edge as I thrust into her harder than I had before. “Oh god. Oh god, don’t fucking stop,” she wailed.
Her naked body before me, her dirty mouth, and watching her touch herself caused my balls to tighten and the orgasm ripped through me. I shook and moaned as I pounded into her, her insides gripping me. Every part of my body tingled and small aftershocks shook me to my very core.
I needed to catch my breath. The only sound that filled the room were our gasps for air and the snap of the condom. “Fucking hell. That was amazing,” I said as I kissed her ankle, running my hands up her legs.
“I’ve never,” she said without finishing the sentence.
“Never what?”
Only in My Fantasies
“Never experienced anything like that,” I said. How to explain it without sounding pathetic? Damn, nothing in my life had compared to having sex with him. I had a few one-night stands in college, but those boys didn’t exactly know what they were doing.
City was rough and controlling, and I loved it. I stared at his beautiful body as he knelt before me, his skin glistening with sweat, his muscles moving in unison as he tried to catch his breath. I wanted to take a picture and always remember how he looked – sweaty and sexy as hell.
“That’s nothing compared to what I could do to you,” he said in a husky tone as he wiped the sweat from his brow. I wanted to lick the sweat off of his body. I wanted to do things with him that I normally didn’t even think about doing to anyone in my life. He was different.
“Hell,” I said, unable to think of anything else. He could do better? Is that even possible?
“Maybe you’ll let me show you sometime.” A smile crept across his face, but it wasn’t a sweet smile. This guy definitely had tricks up his sleeves. My heart raced at the thought of feeling him inside me again.
“You want to see me again?” I asked, unable to believe his words. We were polar opposites and I didn’t know why he’d want to see me again.
“Why wouldn’t I?” His eyebrows turned down as his nose wrinkled.
I covered my eyes feeling like an asshole. “I dunno. I thought this was just a one night thing.”
“I won’t lie, I thought it would be just a one night ‘thing.’ I wanted you from the moment I blew by you on the road.” He moved next to me, wrapping his arm around my body. “You’re not like any of my friends or the women I know.”
“Well, I’ve met some of the people you hang out with.” I frowned thinking about some of the guys he’s surrounded himself with. Most of them seemed shady as heck. “They look more like my class full of underachievers or someone I’d see on American’s Most Wanted. Not my type.”
“They look that bad?” he said in my ear. His low tone made my exhausted body buzz again.
“They’re kinda scary, City. They remind me of criminals,” I whispered.
He laughed. “Funny shit, sugar. They look scarier than they are.” He nuzzled into my shoulder burying his face in my hair. “I don’t hang out with all those guys.
Many of them are customers – some of them are my best clients. I stop there on the way home sometimes for a drink. Some of them are friendly and, well, some you’ve seen are assholes.”
“You can say that again.”
His body shook and I felt the vibration from his silent laughter. “I spend more time with my family than with those douchebags at the bar.” He brushed the hair off my cheek and ran his fingers down my throat before he rested his palm on my chest. I felt exposed. “Are you cold?” he asked as I shivered.
“A bit,” I lied. I wanted to cover my body. I didn’t feel quite as naked as I did just laying here talking, completely nude.
“Did you want to leave?” He yawned.
“Um, I’m sure you’re tired. I can stay if you want. It’s up to you.” I didn’t want to leave this hot, hunky man and go home to my empty bed. Don’t kick me out like a piece of trash.
He grabbed the blankets and covered our bodies. Yes! Inside I was doing cartwheels and screaming with excitement. He pulled me against his side and wrapped me in his arms. His body felt hard and comfortable. I rested my forehead against his jaw and could hear his heart beating in his chest. The sheets were the softest cotton I had ever felt – not really what I had expected. I thought he’d be more of a flannel guy or those scratchy sheets you find in hotels.
“Comfortable?” he asked with a long content exhale.
“Very.” I hadn’t slept in the arms of a man in years. Usually I didn’t fit just right or they were so boney that my head hurt resting against their body, but City was built to sleep on. He was built for anything that involved two bodies.
I didn’t quite know where to rest my hand. Do I put it on his chest or leave it at my side? Sophia wasn’t going to believe this story when I tell her. She knew me as the good girl that lived in my controlled environment, unable to move or unwilling, but City was like a tsunami that started slowly and built into a giant wrecking ball of sin.
“Hand, babe.”
“What?” I mumbled against his chest.
“Gimme your hand.”
I moved my hand from my thigh and held it out to him trying not to touch his skin. Grasping it, he placed my palm on his rock hard chest, and put his hand on top. “Perfect,” he said.
I didn’t have any grand illusions and I wasn’t delusional. I knew I’d only have this night with City. We weren’t meant to be – he wasn’t what I was looking for. He wasn’t the type of guy that was part of my master plan. I’d just lay here and enjoy the night in his arms.
I listened as his breathing slowed and changed. His hand twitched against mine as he squeezed my fingers and drifted into a deeper sleep. I felt exhausted, but I almost didn’t want to sleep. I didn’t want to miss a minute of staring at his body.
Thoughts flooded my mind while I listened to his deep breaths. I wanted to see him again, but would it be a waste of time? Did I want to go down a dead-end street and become attached to him? I knew I could fall for him. Even though I wanted to find someone to spend my life with and have that great happily ever after, I didn’t open my heart to just anyone. Heartache was something I avoided at all costs. There wasn’t a need to risk my heart if the certain outcome would be disastrous. The war of words continued in my head for a few minutes until I finally decided to enjoy the moment and worry about the rest tomorrow.
The sound of metal clinking woke me and I sat up in a panic. I thought someone had broken in while I slept. Looking around the room, I realized I wasn’t in my bedroom. Last night hadn’t been a dream. Reaching over I felt the sheet where he had laid and it was cold to the touch. Sunlight streamed through the sheer white drapes and bounced off the walls amplifying the light. The room was tidy except for our clothing from last night strewn about the floor.
My body ached as I stretched, trying to relieve the pain from my muscles being stretched and over used the night before. I needed something to wear and had to find a bathroom. I tiptoed out of bed and wrapped the sheet around my body to keep the cold at bay. A flannel shirt hung on the back of his door and I grabbed it, and held it up to my face, burying it in the soft material. The hint of cologne and the muskiness of his skin made my pussy clench. I dropped the sheet, wrapping the flannel around my body and rubbed my cheek against the wrist cuff. I felt surrounded by City.
Walking to the door that I thought was the bathroom, I opened it and found his closet. Fuck. It was filled with t-shirts, jeans, and hoodies. I studied the contents, running my hand over the soft material as they hung, before I closed the door. There were only two doors in his room and neither of them led to a bathroom.
My reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of the door made me cringe. My blond hair was in tangles and looked a mess and my eyes looked tired from the night in his bed. A messy ponytail helped to tame my mane, making me feel presentable. Good enough. Opening the door, I peered into the hallway before tiptoeing into the hall. A loud long creak filled the air as I took my first step.
“You up?” he yelled from the kitchen.
“Yes,” I said, trying not to sound annoyed. “Be right there.”
“I’m fixing breakfast. Take your time.” I could hear dishes, cups, and all kinds of movement in the kitchen. I didn’t think I’d ever had anyone besides my mom, Sophia, and Kayden make me breakfast. The smell of bacon and something sweet drifted down the hall and made my stomach grumble.
