Page 20 of Resist Me (Men of Inked 3)
“You like when I cocktease you?” I asked, opening my fingers, letting my nipples show. A black lace bra covered my breasts, leaving little to the imagination. I rolled my nipples in between my fingers as I licked a path to my other breast, peeking up at him through hooded lashes.
“Lose the clothes, Isabella.”
He dropped my formal name, once again causing the bottom of my stomach to flutter.
“Yes, master,” I responded, curtseying to him and unable to hold my smartass comments.
His face changed as he squinted at me. “Those words make me so fucking hard,” he whispered.
Was James one of those men? Was he the type of guy who got off on being in total control and wanting a sex slave in the bedroom?
After I peeled off my pants, leaving nothing between him and me except my lace black panties and bra, I stood still, my tongue sticking out as it hovered just above my breast. I wanted to be touched, and if he wouldn’t to do it, then I sure as fuck would be the one to take up the task.
“Crawl to me,” he demanded.
I shrugged, thinking, What the hell? Why not? and dropped to my knees. Moving slowly across the wooden floor, I crawled to him like a cat stalking its prey. Sticking my ass up in the air, I raised my shoulders as I approached him.
Funny that I didn’t feel weird or humiliated crawling to him as he’d asked. It turned me on, and from what I could see from being eye to eye with his dick, he was hard as a rock.
“Unzip me,” he said, his voice softer.
I looked up at him, taking a moment to drink him in. Yeah, I was totally fucked. Perching up on my knees, I pulled his zipper down, releasing his cock.
It was bigger than I remembered, especially up close. Then again, I might have had half a bottle of Jack by the time we’d ripped each other’s clothes off in the hotel room.
Palming his thickness, I stuck my tongue out, capturing the small drop of liquid off the tip. Divine saltiness spread across my tongue as I leaned in to take him in my mouth.
“Wait,” he said, grabbing my face with his hands.
“James,” I groaned, leaning back on my heels to look up at him. “Make up your mind.”
“No hands. I want only your mouth on me,” he growled. This was a side of James I hadn’t expected, but I liked it.
I nodded, gripping his thighs with my hands before I slid his jeans down his legs to give me better access to his hardness. The hair lying across my back moved as he wrapped his hand around it, fisting it tightly. Small tingles started at my neck before shooting down my spine and straight to my core. I ached to be filled by him, and would do whatever it took to have him thrust me over a cliff of ecstasy.
I gripped his firm, muscular thighs, placing my fingers just below his ass. I dug my nails into his flesh. He hissed, sucking in air as I swirled my tongue around his piercing. The metal felt soft compared to his throbbing cock as I slid the length of him across my tongue until it touched the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, pulling him out to relieve my body’s reflex to repel the contents.
“Take all of me. You can do it.” He thrust his hips forward, jamming his cock to the back of my throat.
My eyes watered as my ability to breathe was cut off from the foreign object filling my mouth. He gripped my hair roughly, pulling his cock from my lips before sliding it in over and over again. His grunts and moans spurred me on and kept me focused.
Drool pooled at the corners of my mouth, slowly oozing from the sides as he pummeled my throat with his rock-hard dick. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my fingers digging into my skin as I took the torture, wishing it were my pussy on the receiving end of the blunt force trauma.
Just as I felt his cock grow bigger, filling my mouth further, he moaned, “Fuck.” Then he pulled my hair back, releasing his dick from my mouth. “Not yet. Not like this,” he moaned on a shaky breath. His fingers slipped from my hair and slid across my face, capturing the moisture from my chin. “You’re so fucking sexy right now.”
I blinked, wondered how I possibly looked sexy. I had drool on my face, blurry eyes, and tear-stained cheeks. That didn’t fit my idea of fuckable, but then again, I didn’t have a cock.
A thought occurred to me as I kneeled before James. I thought women who acted like I just had—following sexual commands without question—were weak, but that’s not what I’d felt. I’d felt empowered and in control. Even though James barked out the orders, I was the one to carry them out, and I held his world in my hands—or in this case, my mouth.
A small smile spread across my face as I used my tongue to grab the moisture from the corners of my mouth. His eyes zoned in on my tongue as his cock bobbed. “Fuck, Izzy,” he hissed, holding his hand out to me. “Off your knees before I lose control staring at that fuckable mouth.”
I grabbed his hand, letting him pull me from the floor, and slid up his body. My tits rubbed against his skin. Feeling the hardness against my throbbing nipples sent a shiver through my body. Having him in my mouth and remembering our first night together had driven my body so close to the edge that I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come.
I stared in his e
yes as he held my face in his palm and my neck in his grip. Just as I was about to start rubbing my pussy against his leg, unable to bear waiting any longer, his free hand glided down my body toward the promised land. I silently thanked the gods for taking pity on me. As his fingers slid through my wetness and his palm massaged my clit, my head fell back and my body moved forward on its own.
“James,” I moaned as I slid my hands up his arms and dug my nails into his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured.
His finger rubbed my G-spot, driving me closer to the thing I wanted most—an orgasm. A second finger joined the first, stretching me and making me feel full as the others stroked my outer parts. Shivers racked my body as he worked my pussy to the point where, at times, he stole my breath. The pressure was so intense that I could barely form a thought. Wetness and warmth filled my senses as he licked a path up my neck, stopping at the spot where I could feel my pulse beating rapidly under his tongue.
“James.” It was the only thing I could say. My mind had become muddled. Everything in my body was tight and ready. I pushed up on my tiptoes, trying to get more leverage and work his fingers deeper inside me.
His hand stilled. “You want my cock?” he whispered against my neck.
I nodded my response. I wanted to come, but I wouldn’t mince words with him putting me so close to an orgasm that I felt like I would explode.
“You just want to come,” he grunted, pushing my neck forward and forcing my eyes to his.
Heat crept across my face as I looked into his eyes. It pissed me off that he could read me so well. I’d prided myself on being unreadable my entire life, but James had an ability that unnerved me.
“I want you,” I pleaded, nipping at his lips.
His fingers began to move at a torturous pace. Slowly, he rubbed my insides as he pulled out and pushed back in with force, but kept his palm clear of my clit.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted, digging his fingers in my neck.
“I want you to fuck me.” I could feel the buildup again as my pussy clenched down on his fingers, trying to keep him inside.
“Ask me nicely.” He smirked against my lips as his cheeks rose, almost touching his eyes as his hand stilled again.
I sighed, knowing that there was only one way to get what I wanted. I could fuck around and play a game with his mind. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The proof of that was pressed against my hip.
“James, will you fuck me?” I asked, not breaking eye contact.
“Please,” he said before nipping at my jaw and massaging my insides without the in-and-out motion I fucking craved.
He wanted me to beg—something I’d never done for anyone in my life. People begged me. I’d never wanted anything enough to beg. If I couldn’t get it for myself, then it wasn’t worth having or lusting after.
James was different. He was something I couldn’t get without groveling and giving more of myself than I wanted to. I was too close to coming to turn back now and tell him to get the fuck out of my house. A small part of me wanted to tell him to take his junk and leave, but the part I wanted to punch in the face later said, “Please fuck me, James. I want you.” Fucking traitorous words. Later, I’d kick my own ass.
His smirk turned into a smile as his fingers slipped out of me. He placed the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around them. “Mmm,” he murmured as he licked my juices off. “You taste fucking fantastic. Just how I remember.”
“You’re an asshole. If you’re getting your rocks off by making me beg and then you’re just going to—” I didn’t get to finish the sentence, as he moved my face to his and swallowed my words with his lips.
When he backed away, I was breathless and wanton. I would’ve professed my love and a horde of children to this man for a single orgasm. He’d driven me so close and then pulled away so many times that I no longer was Izzy Gallo, kick-ass chick—I was Izzy Gallo, cock slave to James. I only mildly hated myself for it.
I swayed as he removed his pants, dug in his pocket, and then discarded his jeans to the side. James stood before me, naked and magnificent, with a giant, cocky-ass smile on his face. As he slipped on the condom, I took in his hotness. He had the entire goddamn package—piercings, tattoos, rock-hard muscles, and a beautiful fucking cock. The only downside to James that I could think of was his mouth, but even though I wanted to smack it sometimes, it did crazy fucking things to me. Things I didn’t like to admit.
Before I could move, he lifted me with one arm under my ass and impaled me on his cock with a grunt.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” he moaned, pushing farther inside.
All negative thoughts about the smug bastard standing gloriously naked in front of me vanished as his piercing stroked me from the inside. Turning us, he pounded into me as he pushed my back against the wall.
