Page 4 of Resisting (Men of Inked 2.2)
“My cock could use some attention.”
“So could my pussy.”
“Listen, you greedy little cunt. I ate you so fucking good last night and what did I get?”
“You just said what you got. You got to eat my pussy.”
“Izzy,” he said, grabbing my shoulder. “My balls are gonna burst. You gotta help a guy out here.”
I crawled on top of him, straddling him, and felt his dick already hard underneath me. “Flash, what do I get if I let you?”
“Woman,” he said as he swatted my ass. “You’ll get to come on my ‘mighty fine cock,’ as you called it.”
“I want two,” I demanded, grinding myself against him.
He shivered as a small moan escaped his lips. “Anything you want.”
I looked at the ceiling, resting my index finger against my lips as I moved my hips. “Well, my house could use a good cleaning,” I teased.
“You’ll get what I give you,” he growled.
“Oh, I like big, bad biker Flash.” I laughed, leaning back and pushing the tip of his cock farther into my wetness.
He tossed me through the air, and I landed on the bed and bounced. I snorted as I laughed. He grabbed the condom off the nightstand and moved his body between my legs.
“I’ll show you big, bad biker Flash.”
“Shit better be good.”
“You talk too fucking much,” he said as he rolled the condom down his shaft. “I always do you good, Izzy. No one does it better.”
On a consistent basis, he was the best, but I’d had better one-night stands. There’s something about the explosion of passion that happens when two strangers get together and there’s an undeniable attraction. Clothes get torn, bodies get bruised, and everyone walks away with exactly what they wanted to begin with—a quick fuck, no strings attached.
“Gimme those lips,” he said, leaning over me as he stuck the tip of his cock inside me.
“No,” I whispered, turning my head.
He stopped all movement. “No?”
“Your breath.” I laughed, but it was more than that. It felt too personal, and the last thing I wanted was anything that involved feelings.
“Gotcha,” he replied as he jammed his dick inside me, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“Jesus,” I mumbled, pushing my head into my pillow and arching my back to give him better access.
“So fuckin’ good,” he whispered, rocking back and forth.
I sighed, letting myself get lost in the pleasure and blocking everything out. As his thrusts grew more punishing, I dug my fingers into his skin, trying to ground myself.
Closing my eyes, I listened to our moans as he moved. The sound of our bodies connecting filled the room, mingled with our breathing. He drove me closer to the edge. Each thrust hit my clit, bringing the orgasm just within reach.
Within minutes, I was flying off a cliff. A kaleidoscope of colors filled my vision as the orgasm that tore through me stole the air from my lungs. Flash had that ability. That’s one reason why I always welcomed him into my bed.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed, meeting his thrusts as the orgasm waned. I wanted more, needed more. I wasn’t done, and neither was he.
He stared down at me, his eyes blazing as he gritted his teeth, chasing his own release. Picking up the pace, he grabbed my ass and tilted my hips, causing him to slide in farther.
“Right there!” I screeched, kicking my feet against the bed.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his momentum quickening to an impressive speed.
Moments later, his movement stuttered as he groaned though his release. Sweat dripped from his chin, landing on my breast and sliding down to rest in between my tits.
The very last thrust he gave me sent me over the edge. The second orgasm was just as intense as the first and left me a puddle of jelly.
We lay there panting, sweaty, and exhausted. Trying to gulp air as if we were fish searching for water as we flopped in a new atmosphere. I wanted to fall back asleep. My eyes felt heavy as the tiredness I felt went bone deep.
Just as my breathing slowed and my mind started to turn off, my phone beeped.
“Fuck,” I muttered, reaching out and feeling around my nightstand. Cracking one eye, I brought the phone to my face, too tired to open both.
Joe: Be on time today.
I rolled my eyes, tossing the phone to the floor. Yawning, I moving away from Flash and snuggled with my pillow. I had hours until I needed to be there for dinner. It was a holiday, for shit’s sake, and I needed rest after having listened to Flash snore all night.
Comfortable and sated sleep took me quickly. Everything faded away.
“Izzy,” a voice said inside my dream, but I ignored it. “Izzy,” the voice repeated.
“What?” I mumbled, annoyed to have my darkness interrupted.
“Izzy,” Flash said, shaking my shoulders. “What time do we have to be at your brother’s?”
“Two,” I muttered, placing the pillow over my head.
“It’s one thirty, babe.”
I jumped from the bed, my heart racing at the thought of being late. “Fuck. Why did you let me sleep so long?” I grabbed my jeans off the dresser, slipping them on and quickly fastening them. Then I turned to see Flash staring at me. “Get your ass up. We gotta go.”
“Is someone scared of her brother?” He smiled, stretching out across my bed.
“No. I just don’t want to hear bullshit about being late.”
“Pussy.” He laughed, climbing off the bed.
“If you ever want my pussy again, you’ll move your ass.” I threw his dirty clothes at him before he could react. They hit him square in the chest and fell to his feet.
“What the fuck, dude?” he asked, holding out his hands.
“Put something on. You can’t go like that,” I said, waving my hands up and down.
“My clothes are outside.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, highly irritated at this point. “Flash, move it. Stop fucking around. Get your shit and get ready. I’m leaving in ten with or without you.”
“Fine,” he said, pulling on his jeans before stomping out the door as I walked into my closet to grab a cami.
It was bad enough that I was bringing Fl
ash with me. Joe hated him. Fuck, all my brothers hated him. Hopefully, with it being a holiday, they could put aside their bullshit and welcome him inside. I could hope, but I knew the reality. I’d be playing interference the entire day to stop fists from flying.
Exactly ten minutes later, I grabbed my keys off the counter and threw on my heels. Then I stood by the front door, about to walk out, when Flash rounded the corner looking as good as biker Flash could. His outfit wasn’t fancy, but it would do. Time to get the clusterfuck over with.
Chapter 3
Thank goodness Anthony showed up when we did. I wouldn’t have to hear Joe’s mouth about being the last one to dinner.
“Hey, Anth.”
Anthony hugged me, moving in closer to my ear and whispering, “Why the fuck did you bring him?”
I looked at Flash, giving him a smile before responding to Anthony. “He didn’t have anywhere else to go.” I batted my eyelashes at him as he backed away and gave Flash a once-over.
“Joe is going to shit a motherfucking brick.” Anthony winked and grinned.
“Just thought I’d keep the day interesting.”
“Hey, man,” Flash said as he walked up to Anthony with his hand outstretched.
“Long time no see, Sam.” Anthony grasped his hand, shaking it for longer than normal.
“Yeah.” Flash flinched from the handshake. Then he flexed his hands as Anthony released him. “It’s Flash now.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. This shit should go over real well with my family. Anthony looked at me, and I shrugged before pinching my nose.
“Stay behind me,” I said, looking at Flash and pointing at the ground.
“Why?”
“’Cause Joe won’t punch me when he sees you, but by all means,” I said, motioning in front of me with my hand. “Go ahead in front if you want a fist in the face as a greeting.”
Flash grimaced and sighed. “I don’t know why your brother doesn’t fuckin’ like me.”
“Maybe ’cause you’ve been fucking his little sister for years.”
Flash mumbled something under his breath, moving to stand behind me as we approached the door. As Anthony knocked, I fidgeted with my hands, praying that the day didn’t turn into a clusterfuck.
“Fucker hated me before that,” Flash snarled behind me.
