Page 12 of Resisting (Men of Inked 2.2)
Chapter 8
I know how it looked. Like I was the type of girl who carried around a box of condoms because I never knew whom I’d be fucking from night to night. It was the furthest thing from the truth. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude, and I never put down any woman no matter how many partners they’ve had. Men can do it without being looked at with disdain, and I wanted to high-five every lady out there getting what she wants.
I had distanced myself from sleeping around. Men were a complication I didn’t need or want. Flash was my standby. The one I called when I needed some cock and a quick goodbye. Lately, that in itself had turned into an issue and a fucking headache. I loved him, but as a best friend. We had passion and the sex was fantastic, but the spark wasn’t there and neither were the feelings.
Flash was like my favorite teddy bear as a kid, but he ate pussy like a pro. He was comfortable. Maybe a little too easy for me, and I’d grown complacent with just okay instead of fucking amazing. I knew I needed to make a change and kick Flash’s ass to the curb, but I had to be gentle about it.
Looking up at James, I didn’t see anything comfortable or easy about the man. He stared down at me with such passion and burning that I worried he’d burst into flames before my very eyes.
Sitting up, I tore one condom from the strip and threw the rest on the floor. I’d brought a bunch of them to the bachelorette party as party favors and to throw around at the girls. I’d wanted to make sure every cock was covered and that all the girls were safe. It was something I always preached.
“Must’ve been one hell of a party.”
“Oh it was,” I said before tearing open the package with my teeth.
I motioned with my finger for him to step closer, batting my eyelashes at him. I needed to taste him before I covered it. I moved, kneeling on the edge of the bed and waiting for his dick to come to eye level. The glimmer of shiny metal made my insides twist and my pussy convulse. There’s something about a man with a piercing in his cock.
I grabbed his ass, bringing him closer to my face as I took in all his glory, feasting on him with my eyes. I opened wide, laying his hardness against my tongue and closing my lips around his length. The velvety firmness mixing with the saltiness made my mouth water. I swallowed around his dick, pulling it farther into my throat, and fought the urge to gag. It hit the back of my throat, cutting off my airway as my eyes watered.
Squeezing his ass, I sucked him deeper before pulling out and repeating the process. I looked up into his eyes, watching his head fall back in ecstasy. Digging my nails into his rock-hard muscles, I flicked the underside of the tip with my tongue. His body trembled beneath my fingertips and my body warmed. I felt powerful with him at my mercy.
The apadravya caressed my tongue and tapped my teeth as I worked his cock. Just as I felt him grow harder and his body shake uncontrollably, I released him, a popping noise filling the room.
His body jerked, his cock lurching forward as if it were searching for my mouth of its own volition. His teeth chattered as he sucked in air and glared at me.
I shrugged and smiled. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” I said, and began to giggle.
He pushed me back before grabbing my feet and yanking me to the edge of the bed. I screamed from happiness—his strength had shocked me. I don’t know why. The man was huge. He looked like a giant next to me, but I hadn’t thought he could move me around like a fucking rag doll. Holding the condom up for him to take, I bit my lip. His cock was red and bulging as it bobbed in the air.
The shiny metal looked like it was ready to pop free on both sides. I couldn’t wait any longer to feel it stroking my insides. He slid the rubber over his cock, paying careful attention to the piercing, while I took in the sight of him.
He had strong, broad shoulders covered in tattoos. I wanted to lean forward and get a better look, but I remained in place. If I hadn’t known better or had seen a picture of him first, I would’ve bet money that he was airbrushed. He was too perfect, with all his rippling muscles, hard body, and flawless skin.
He caught me looking, and winked at me. My cheeks turned pink and heated. I don’t know why. I was half dressed and had had his dick in my mouth and he’d tasted me. At this point, what was there to be embarrassed about?
He grabbed the bottom of my dress as I lifted my ass and let him remove it. It flew across the room, landing near the door, where we had begun. I held out my arm, looking to touch his skin, and he gripped my wrist and pulled me off the bed. Then I wrapped my legs around his body, trying not to fall to the floor, and instantly captured his lips.
He grunted, grinding his dick against my pussy as I clung to him. Reaching underneath my leg, he grabbed his dick, rubbing it back and forth twice before jamming it inside me.
I cried out, not having expected to feel so full and stretched. But then he stilled, letting my body adjust before he turned and pushed my back against the wall. The rough wallpaper scratched my skin with each thrust. I reached out, trying
to grip the wall, and knocked over the lamp. The sound of glass shattering as it hit the floor didn’t stop James.
The pictures on the walls rattled as he pounded into me. My tailbone felt like it was being beaten with a bat each time my body slammed up into the wall. With my back on fire, my ass in pain, and my head slamming against the wall, James pummeled me. Sweat trickled from the edge of his hairline, slowly running down his face.
Sweat and I didn’t always get along. With him, I wanted to reach out and taste it. See if it had the same salty taste as his dick against my tongue. Just as I leaned forward, going for the wetness to alleviate the dryness inside my mouth, he placed his lips over mine.
Reaching between us, he flicked my clit with his fingers. It wasn’t a gentle touch. There were no tentative feels to see if my body was sensitive. Each stroke felt like a slap against my pussy. My insides clamped down, the edge coming nearer as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
His strokes became harsh and erratic, matching his breathing. I began to bounce off him, my body flying away from his from the forcefulness of his thighs. Slamming back down on his cock over and over again mingled with the flicks, sending me spiraling over the edge and screaming his name until my throat burned. My eyes rolled back in my head, my head slamming uncontrollably against the wall as my entire body went rigid.
He didn’t let up his brutal assault on my pussy as I came down from an orgasm that left me dizzy. As he pummeled me over and over again, I gripped his shoulder, letting myself get lost in the moment.
He stilled, his abs clenching harder as he grunted and leaned his forehead against me. Then he sucked in a breath, his body shuddered, and he gulped for air.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, swallowing again.
I rested my head against the wall, my entire body feeling like jelly. “Yeah,” I said, not able to say anything else.
He held me there for a moment before carrying me to the bed and placing me on top of the mattress. He collapsed next to me, his chest heaving as he wiped his forehead.
“Tire you out already?” I asked as I turned to face him.
“Izzy,” he said as he pushed the hair that had fallen behind my shoulder. “I’m just getting started, doll.”
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. The room was spinning slightly from the amount of Jack I’d had at the reception. As I was lost in the passion and booze, he’d consumed my entire world and made everything else vanish.
My eyelids felt heavy as I lay there listening to his breathing slow. My mind was cluttered and I wanted to shut it off and drift off to sleep, but my body had other plans—and so did James. The bed dipped and sprang up as he climbed off the bed. A squeak from the shoddy mattress pulled me back to reality. I opened one eye, watching him walk over to the minibar and grab something inside.
“Want a drink?” he asked, dangling a bottle of Jack.
At this point in the night, there were two options. I could either stop drinking and fall asleep or have another and party to the point that, tomorrow, I wouldn’t remember what had happened in this room.
“Yes,” I said, sitting up on my elbows.
He twisted off the cap, plopped some ice cubes in a glass, and poured the amber liquid inside before handing it to me. I took shallow sips, not wanting to swallow it too quickly. The wetness on my tongue and burn down my throat helped breathe new life into me. We stared at each other, sipping our drinks stark naked. He leaned against the small bar area, while I sat on the bed with my shoulder back, giving him a full show.
Unable to take the silence, I sloshed back the rest of my drink, shaking the glass, causing the ice cubes to clink together. A small grin spread across his face as he placed his cup on the bar and walked toward me.
“What?” I asked before I stared down into my empty glass.
“Gave me an idea,” he said as he grabbed his tie off the floor. Then he removed the knot from the silk material. “Lie back.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, just lie the fuck back,” he growled, taking the glass from my hand and setting it on the nightstand.
The growl had been a little bit scary, but sexy as fuck. A shiver ran down my spine as I crawled up the bed backward before placing my head on the pillow.
“Give me your hands,” he commanded, straddling my body.
I swallowed hard, my mouth feeling dry again as I held up my hands and offered myself to him.
“Hold them together. Clasp them.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked out of pure curiosity.
“I’m tying you to the headboard, doll.” He smiled, snapping the tie between his hands.
My natural reaction in this situation should have been “fuck no,” but since I’d had more Jack than I could remember and James was hot as fuck, I said, “Okay,” before clasping my hands together and holding them in front of him without a care.
James twisted the tie around my hands, securing it in a tight knot and drawing them over my head to the headboard. “You okay with this?” he asked, leaning over me with his dick in my face.
“Yes,” I said, reaching forward with my lips to lick the tip of his cock.
He shuddered as he fastened the tie to the headboard before grabbing a spare pillow and placing it under my head. “This should help your arms.”
“It’s not my arms I’m worried about.” Really, I wasn’t. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Thomas would kill him, and then the rest of the Gallo men would be in line to revive him and kill him again.
He laughed, nudging my legs apart with his knees. “Wait. Something’s missing,” he said as he climbed off the bed. He walked to his suitcase, rifled through the contents, and returned with another tie. “For your eyes. Lift your head.”
“I want to see,” I said, pissed off that he wanted to take away my sight.
