Page 2 of Resist Me (Men of Inked 3)
“It’s my turn now, Izzy.” Flash patted my thigh as he sat up.
“I said maybe.” I closed my eyes, lost in a post-orgasm haze.
“I’m taking it. No maybe about that shit. I earned it,” he murmured as he nudged my legs farther apart.
I smirked, closing my legs. “You didn’t earn shit. Eating my pussy was your reward.”
“I’ll stick it in your ass, then, but I’m taking something,” he said as he flipped me onto my stomach.
I reached back, covering my ass with my hands. “Oh, no you don’t!” I yelled. Then I felt a sharp sting on my ass as the sound of the smack he’d just landed filled the air.
“You know you want my sweet cock, Izzy. Don’t play hard to get. It’s not a good look on you.”
I laughed into the blanket as the bed sprang back from the loss of his weight. He opened his bag on the old wooden desk next to the television. The man could wear a pair of blue jeans. He looked in the mirror and caught my eye before turning with a condom in his hand.
“Liking what you see, baby?”
“Eh, it’s all right,” I mumbled putting an unimpressed look on my face. I did, but no fucking way would I ever tell him and let my foot off his throat.
With a smile, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down before kicking them off. His cock bobbed as he straightened, waving at me in all its hard glory. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, sheathing his stiff, curved member before walking toward the bed.
“Not even going to take your shirt off?” I asked, staring at his cock. Then I forced myself to look at his face.
“You didn’t.” He pointed to me with a shitty smirk.
I didn’t even care. All I’d wanted was his mouth on my pussy and the orgasm that had been just out of reach during the trip to Daytona. “I’ll fix that. You, off the bed and totally naked,” I commanded, pulling my tank top over my head.
After grabbing the back of his collar, he pulled it over his head, exposing his washboard abs. Fuck. He was a sight. Then he crawled up the bed, his cock swaying and a shitty-ass grin on his face.
“I know you want it. You need my dick more than you’ll ever admit, Izzy. No one makes you come like I do,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed his hard length against me. “You want it?”
“If you think you’re man enough to give it,” I challenged. I loved when Flash felt like he needed to prove himself. He worked harder at it, fucked me better, and outdid himself each time.
“I’m busting that shit, Izzy. I’ll show you how a real man fucks.” He stood on top of the bed, pulling me up by the hips. “Ass up, princess,” he said as he smacked my other cheek.
I giggled into the comforter. Dipping my stomach toward the bed, I pushed my ass in the air, wiggling it.
“Don’t move,” he said as he landed another blow to my already stinging flesh.
My laughter became uncontrollable as I buried my face deeper into the blankets, trying not to hurt his pride. Flash was hot. But controlling? Not one bit. I’d let him play the part for the pleasure of feeling his cock in me.
He pushed into me in one quick thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded me. I moaned each time the head of his cock stroked my G-spot. I fisted the sheets, closing my eyes, and tried to remember to breathe. His body bounced off mine, slamming into me to the hilt before he withdrew. As our bodies collided, my ability to keep my upper body in place began to slip. I reached back, wrapping my hands around his ankles, holding our bodies together.
He rested his palm against my lower back and placed his finger against the one hole I’d never given him. I opened my eyes, looking behind me. He towered over me with a hand on my hip, his abs clenching and relaxing, and a trail of spit falling from his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get my body to relax as he rubbed the saliva against my flesh.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock and pushed his thumb inside my ass.
I whimpered, wanting the feel of his cock as I dug my fingernails into his ankles. He rammed his cock into me, filling me in both holes. Pleasure shot through my body as he worked one in and the other out. Moving out of sync and in absolute fucking perfection.
“Who’s fucking you, Izzy? I want to hear you scream my name.” He stilled.
I mumbled, not able to form words.
His thumb dug deeper, pulling upward, hooking me. “What’s my name?” he growled, taking out his cock.
“Flash. Fucking Flash,” I answered in one quick breath, burying my face in the comforter.
He pummeled me, his balls slapping against my clit, the curved shaft stroking my G-spot, his thumb caressing my ass. The second orgasm tore through me without warning as I chanted his name.
I lay there panting as the world came back into focus. My grip slipped from his ankles as I became putty in his hands. Flash picked up the pace, slamming into me a couple of times before resting his chest against my back and twitching. He gasped behind me, trying to catch his breath. Our bodies were stuck together by sweat-soaked flesh.
“Fuck, darlin’. I’ve missed ya,” he panted in my ear as his cock slipped out.
“I missed your cock, Flash.” I chuckled, earning me a swift smack on the ass. I started to crawl off the bed, ready to hit the town and get out of this shithole of a room.
Flash grabbed my foot. “Where are you slithering off to?” he asked as he pulled me against his body.
“I wanna shower and go out. I’m ready for a little fun.” I sighed.
“Just lie here for a minute. I’m tired and I want to hold you.” He jerked me back, holding me tighter to his chest, and nuzzled his face in my neck.
I relaxed against him. He did feel really good, but I wasn’t here to snuggle. Flash and I had never had that type of relationship.
“You want more pussy this weekend? If you do, you’ll rest while I shower and take my ass out. Understand what I’m saying?” I looked at him, seeing only his eyes as he bit down on my shoulder.
He released me, pushing me off the bed. “What the fuck ya waiting for? Go shower, wench.”
I laughed as I grabbed my bag and flipped him off. Pussy was the great equalizer and always won when you needed to get one over on a gu
y who thought he was “the man.”
When he’d said that he’d take me out and show me the town, I hadn’t thought that included the shittiest biker bar in all of Daytona Beach. The place reeked of cigarettes; the air was hazy from the smoke. A band was playing behind a cage like in the movie ‘Roadhouse’. I walked through the door with Flash at my side. The floors were filthy and the men inside didn’t look much better.
“None of your mouthy bullshit that I love so much when we talk to these guys, got it?” Flash cocked an eyebrow at me, standing like a statue as he waited for my answer.
“I’m not mouthy,” I insisted, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Darlin’, ya are, and I fuckin’ love it.” His smile grew wider, giving me a glimpse of why they called him Flash. He had a perfect smile filled with shiny, pearly-white teeth, one that could charm the pants off any girl. It did funny things to my brain, and I couldn’t say no to him. “In this bar, with these guys, it’s not the place. Understand? I’m a prospect, and that shit won’t fly here.”
I slid my arm around his waist, looking up into his baby blues. “I got it. I’m to be seen and not heard?”
He grabbed my shoulders and stared back at me. “That’s how these guys are. You don’t like something they say, just keep quiet.”
The last thing I wanted to be was a piece of arm candy that faded away in the background. It was not how I’d been raised. “Let’s get one thing straight, Flash. I know you’re badass and all, but I don’t stand in the shadows for anyone. Understand?”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, rubbing his face.
“I’ll play the part this once, for you, but hear me now, mister. I’m not a club whore and I sure as hell ain’t your old lady. I don’t know what in the hell we are exactly, but if you want to be more than whatever the fuck this is”—I waved my hand in the air between us—“I will not stay quiet and be a mindless twat.”
“Calm the fuck down, woman,” he croaked as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “I don’t think of you that way. This is for them.” He turned his attention to the table full of rough-looking men about twenty feet away. I could handle big and burly. I hadn’t grown up a pussy. “Just please do this for me and I’ll make sure to make it worth your while,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and giving me a cocky-ass grin.
“I won’t make a scene and walk out, but you owe me big time.” I tore my wrist from his grip.
“Whatever you want, Izzy. You know that.” His eyes softened as he looked down at me.
“I’m going to use my silent time to come up with something really big.” I swiped my fingers across the small hint of chest hair just below his throat.
“I can do big.” He laughed and grabbed my hand to pull me toward the table.
“Fucker,” I muttered to myself as I followed behind.
He looked over his shoulder and said, “I heard that.”
When he stopped suddenly, I ran into his back, and it felt like hitting a brick wall. I used his body as a shield from the men at the table. I didn’t know if I had an off switch, but this wasn’t really the place for me to test it. I just needed to keep my eyes down and pray their little hello didn’t last long.
