by Chelle Bliss
I couldn’t wipe the dumb-ass smile off my face. This isn’t how I thought I’d spend the weekend in New Orleans. Instead of losing myself in a drunken stupor, I had met an amazing woman and was currently banging the hell out of her.
“You like this?” I growled, soothing her thigh after the blow.
“Yesss,” she drawled, pushing her ass farther into the air as her shoulder melted into the mattress.
I hadn’t felt this wanted in forever. The way she tore at my clothes and worshiped my body was astounding. I felt like a Greek god when she removed my shirt and fell to her knees, licking the ridges of my abdominal muscles. If I had any doubts about fucking her tonight, they melted away as soon as her tongue touched my flesh.
The orgasm I had been fighting since the second I slipped my dick inside her was begging to be unleashed. Unable to resist the urge, I released her hair and tipped her ass higher in the air. Needing to hit her at just the right angle to send her over the edge with me. Planting my feet on the mattress, I held on to the headboard, using my arms as well as my hips to batter her inside with my dick.
Her face was sideways, giving me a full view as her mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed shut. She sucked in a breath, holding it as I moved inside her. Each time she held the air in her lungs, I could feel her pussy bearing down on my cock, trying to shove it out. She was close and exactly where I wanted her. Adjusting my body, I grasped the headboard tighter, using my arms to pull myself forward. As her pussy contracted around my shaft, I dove in deeper, leaving no space untouched. My body hummed with pleasure. My entire being craved the orgasm. The weight of my balls and the tingling down my spine made it clear that I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she mumbled as I slammed into her a couple more times.
Unable to hold out any longer, I gave in, letting the orgasm rip through my system. Everything in my body began to quake. As the ecstasy gripped me, my fingers began to slip, sliding down the headboard.
“Fuck,” I roared, throwing my head back and pushing through the burning pain in my thighs.
With my body still trembling, I fell forward onto her back. Breathing heavily, I gulped for air, exhausted. She collapsed beneath my weight. There were no words for the way I felt after being with Fiona. Not just hanging out or fucking her but the entire experience.
“Wow,” she whispered, peering up at me.
“Yeah,” I replied, still lost for words. Is this where I’m supposed to say thank you? But then again, maybe she was saying “Wow” as in “Wow, that sucked.”
“You’re quite the stud, Sam.” She giggled and wiggled her ass against my semi-erect cock, still partially buried inside her.
The laughter burst from my lips before I could stop it. I don’t think anyone had ever called me a stud while my dick was still in her. I’d admit that I was a good fuck. I took pride in it.
Getting a woman off was the ultimate turn-on. The men who didn’t give a fuck and only cared about getting their rocks off always baffled me. Who the fuck would come back for seconds when you’re a selfish lover?
I rolled over, taking her with me. “Fiona, it’s not hard to be when you’re involved.” My fingertips traced circles down her arm as she nestled into my side. “You’re so beautiful. God, I was turned on. I’d stay buried inside you all night if I could.”
Her mouth formed an O as she blinked. “So you’re a one-hit wonder?” she teased, quickly biting her lip as her body shook from laughter.
“Fuck no, I’m not! I’m not done with you yet, woman.” I grabbed her shoulder, bringing her lips to mine. My breathing still hadn’t returned to normal, but I wouldn’t let something like that stop me.
“I was kidding,” she mumbled against my lips, laughing.
“I wasn’t,” I replied, lifting my body above hers.
I kissed her jaw.
“Really,” she said and exhaled.
Licking a trail down her neck, I stopped on her jugular and nestled my body between her legs.
“You don’t have to, Sam,” she mumbled as her back arched.
Sinking my teeth into her flesh, I tongued her skin between my teeth and ignored her. I watched her face as her cheeks grew pink and her mouth fell open. She wanted more, no matter what she said.
“I was kidding.” Her eyes fluttered back and sealed shut.
I slid my tongue down her collarbone as I made a beeline for her nipple. It was still hard and ready. Capturing it in my mouth, I nipped it with my teeth.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “It feels so damn good.” Her back arched higher, pushing her breast into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I mumbled against her nipple, letting the vibrations work with my mouth.
She trembled as her hands moved to my shoulders and dug in. The bite of her nails was divine, making my dick jump in reaction. Between the ways she reacted to me, the scent of her arousal, and the feel of her body, I knew I wanted more. I didn’t know if I’d ever get my fill.
The need to taste her overtook my thoughts, sending me on a path down her body. Glancing up at her, I slid myself between her legs. God, she was so fucking beautiful. The paleness of her skin dancing in the light was a thing of grace. The roundness of her breasts hid her face, but the space between gave me just enough to gauge her reactions to my movements.
My mouth salivated with the scent of her arousal. Sweetness with a hint of my scent still clinging to her skin made my mouth water. I brushed my nose against her hair, taking a deep breath and getting my fill.
I stuck out my tongue, capturing her wetness on the tip. The taste was better than the smell as it spread through my mouth. A deep growl escaped my lips as I moved forward and licked her with the flat of my tongue. Using just enough to tease yet not enough to bring her sufficient pleasure to be satisfying.
“More,” she demanded, thrusting herself toward my face.
Resting my hands on her thighs, I pushed down and out, holding her open and still. This was my show. She wouldn’t control what happened, how hard, or where I licked. I wanted to touch her everywhere with my mouth.
I kept my licks light as she whimpered and struggled against my hands. There was no way I’d let her take charge. When she finally stopped moving, I drew her clit into my mouth and tongued it.
There was nothing more amazing than having the most sensitive spot on a woman’s body inside my mouth. The feeling of power gave me a high. Staring up her body, I watched her respond to my touch. Even though I’d just fucked her like a champ, my dick grew stiff.
I was ready. Ready for more Fiona. Listening to her moan and scream my name in ecstasy was better than anything I’d ever heard. Maybe I was just drunk on pussy, overthinking everything that had happened. It felt right. Being with Fiona made me feel at peace.
There was no way in hell I’d fuck her again until I made her come against my tongue. My fingers itched to move, wanting to feel her pulse against them. I stroked her opening, feeling her legs spreading to my touch as an invitation.
Thrusting my fingers inside, I sucked her clit harder as she writhed against the mattress and bore down on my fingers. God, how I wished it were my dick inside her, feeling her from the inside, but it wasn’t. My time would come. My cock’s time was near.
This wasn’t a sprint. I wanted a marathon. When I felt her begin to quake and her breathing grew uneven, I backed off and removed my mouth from her body
“Oh God,” she moaned and pushed her pussy against my face. “Don’t stop. Fuck,” she hissed. She raised her head off the pillow and glared at me.
Before she had another chance to protest, I curled my fingers and brought my mouth down on her fast and hard. Her head dropped back onto the pillow as her fingers tangled in my hair. I wanted to laugh as she held my head against her pussy. I loved her greediness and knew the feeling of being denied an orgasm.
I made love to her pussy with my mouth. Luxuriating in her softness, engulfing her with the warmth of my lips. I was drunk on pussy. Drunk on her and
intoxicated by her body, I relished every ounce of her wetness I swallowed.
“Yes!” she cried out, pushing my face against her almost to the point of suffocating me.
There are worse ways to go than being choked to death in the pussy of a lovely woman. When she cried out, her legs closed and trapped my head. I used my last bit of air to bring her through her orgasm without depriving her of the grand finish she deserved.
When her legs fell away and her body grew slack, I gasped for air. My brain felt light-headed as I tried to draw in breath but struggled. Watching her coming apart and feeling her body quake in my arms was worth the lack of oxygen.
I pushed myself up, still struggling to steady my breathing. “Whew,” I snickered. “You almost killed me there,” I huffed out, rubbing the sweat from my forehead. Sex sweat was the best kind. Fuck, it was cathartic.
She laughed, throwing her arms out to her sides. She swallowed hard and sighed. “If you would’ve stopped, I would’ve killed you.”
As I crawled up her body, I laughed and shook my head. “You’re an amazing woman, Fiona.” It wasn’t a lie. Less than twenty-four hours ago I didn’t know she existed, but now I can’t imagine going back to that lost soul. She was like an angel sent to bring me back to life.
“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered as I hovered above her lips.
“I planned on it. I’m still not done with you.” I smiled against her mouth before crushing my lips against hers.
I lost count of the number of times I made her come. Using my cock, tongue, and hands, I brought her more pleasure than any other woman in my life. Why did I care so much? I wanted her to remember me. I wanted her to want me. I didn’t want to be a one-hit wonder. It was the only way I could think of to get an invitation back. This couldn’t be the end for us. My future was before me, and I’d do anything to see how it turned out.
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Throttle Me Sneak Peek
Men of Inked #1
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The moonlight filtered through the pine trees lining the fields, leaving shadows on the pavement. The crisp air that had been missing for months caressed my skin. Cranking up the radio, I sang along to Justin Timberlake’s “Rock Your Body.” It was just the cool breeze, JT, and me. I couldn’t wait to crawl in my bed and close my eyes, getting lost in a dream world that had nothing to do with my current reality.
The night had been perfect. I’d had dinner and drinks with my best friend, Sophia, and although I was exhausted from a long workday, I felt a sense of serenity. Spending time with Sophia always made me happy. She was like a sister to me, especially when she had lived with me for over a year. I felt like part of me had been missing since the day she moved out, leaving me behind.
Dancing in the seat, screaming out the lyrics, I thought about how I wanted someone that would do everything the song described. No one had ever made me feel the way that JT sang about women. The steering wheel shook in my hands and a screeching sound pulled me out of my JT trance.
“Damn it,” I said, hitting the steering wheel with my palm.
The orange flash from my hazards blinked against the dark pavement as I pulled off the road and my car sputtered to a stop. Bad luck seemed to follow me. I squeezed the steering wheel, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. I knew the day would come, the day my car would die, but I prayed it would happen after my next paycheck…no such luck.
Resting my head on the wheel, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Great, just fucking great.” I rocked back and forth, feeling sorry for myself, hitting my head on the cool plastic. I thought about whom to call or where to walk. I hadn’t passed a gas station or even a damn streetlight in miles. Without picking up my head, I reached for my phone, bringing it to my eyes.
“Shit.” The screen wouldn’t power on after I hit every button I could think to press. It was useless. It was dead and now I was totally stranded. What else could possibly go wrong? Sighing, I sat up and glanced in the rearview mirror, but only the shadows from the trees filled my view. No cars, neon signs, or streetlights. Fuck.
I placed my hand on my chest to feel the beat of my heart, which was so hard I swear it was audible. Visions from slasher movies flooded my mind. Girl deserted on the side of the road until she’s found by a handsome stranger that ends up being a serial killer.
Should I start walking to God knows where? Do I just sit there and wait for a stranger to offer me help? I never liked feeling helpless—I was too smart to be helpless, but it was the only thing I felt in this moment. It could be hours before someone found me in my car.
I grabbed my purse, dead phone, and keys, and climbed out of the car. My feet ached in the extra-high heels I wore. Leaning against the car, I gave my feet a moment to adjust, as I looked in both directions. Neither of my options were good and I was exhausted. My feet fucking screamed from standing still. Thank God I could sleep in tomorrow after the way this evening was ending. There was a gas station a couple miles back—better to go with what I knew than to walk into an uncertain future. I tapped the lock button on my key chain one more time, helping relieve my OCD need to double-check everything, before I started walking away.
Barely clearing the trunk, a single light came over a small hill in the distance, hurting my eyes with the brightness. The roar of the engine grew louder as the distance closed. I waved my arms as a figure came into view, but the asshole biker drove right passed me as I screamed, “Hey! Hey!” The wind from his bike caused the dust on the road to kick up and fill my mouth.
I turned around, coughing, and screamed toward the bike. I knew it was pointless. There was no way in hell he’d heard me yelling above the roar of his bike, but he had to see me. The red taillight lit up the road as he turned the bike in my direction. I swallowed hard, unsure if this was my best idea of the night—but I’d already made too many mistakes to dwell on that. He was my only hope of getting home.
I stood there like a deer in headlights, unable to move, as I gaped at him. My hands trembled as the figure on the bike came to a stop. The engine was almost deafening, as I took in the sight of him on the machine. The bike was a Harley, a Fat Boy, with no windshield, chrome handlebars, and a dark body. He wore black boots, dark jeans, and a dark t-shirt. He was large and muscular, and I sucked in a breath as my eyes reached his handsome and rugged face. A playful grin danced on his lips as he watched me ogle him. Fucking hell.
“Need some help, lady?” he asked, removing his helmet, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. The dark peaks stood up on the top, the sides were short and clipped, and the color matched the sky—dark. I couldn’t see his eyes; a pair of tinted glasses hid them. Could serial killers be so sexy?
“Um, do you have a cell phone I could use to call for a ride?” I asked without taking a step in his direction. Don’t get too close—leave room to run. Who the fuck was I kidding? I couldn’t make it five feet in these damn shoes.
“Sure.” As he leaned back on his bike, I studied his body as he dug in his pocket. The skintight jeans showed his muscles through the denim fabric. Everything clung to him. I wanted to poke him to see if he felt as hard as he looked. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I was too busy staring to notice what he was holding out for me. “Lady, you wanted my phone?”
Snapping back to reality with the sound of his deep voice, I took a step toward him, reaching for the phone. “Oh, sorry.”
My fingertips grazed his palm, and a tiny shock passed between us. His fingers closed on my hand as I pulled away. My heartbeat, which had calmed, now began to pound feverishly in my chest. It had to be my hormones. I hadn’t had sex in God knows how long—I stopped counting after three months. The man in front of me wasn’t my type, but his sex appeal wasn’t lost on me. He looked like a whole lot of trouble, and I didn’t need that in my life.
I stepped back, keeping my eyes trained on him, as I dialed the only person close enough to help—Sophia.
The phone rang and his eyes traveled up and down the length of my body—with each ring, my stomach began to turn. I didn’t have anyone else to call.
Tapping the end button, I sighed. “There’s no answer. Thanks.” I gave him a sheepish smile as I handed him the phone.
“Let me take a look and see if there’s anything I can do. Okay?” he asked, as he began angling the bike to shine the headlights on the hood.
“Sure.” I hit the unlock button on my car key before climbing in. I put the key in the ignition, but stayed aware of his proximity. No one would hear me scream if he tried to kill me. I couldn’t let my guard down.
He put the kickstand down, climbed off the bike, and placed the helmet on the seat. Pulling the hood latch next to my seat, I watched him from the relative darkness of my car, my face hidden by shadows. He was large, larger than he looked sitting on the Harley. He had to be more than a foot taller than me, and looked more solid with the bike illuminating his body. I stared at him, mouth open slightly, my breathing shallow as I looked at him like a piece of meat through the gap between the hood. He oozed masculinity and ruggedness, and I tried to picture him without all the skintight clothes. The muscles in his arm rippled as he touched the parts under the hood.
What would it be like to be with a man like him? Every man I’d dated just didn’t work out. They were nice guys, but the spark I wanted was always missing. People think I’m a good girl, and I am, but my mind is filled with dirty thoughts that I could never share with a mate. I’d shared them with Sophia, but she doesn’t count. No one had ever done anything fantasy-worthy with me. I can barely speak the words that are needed to describe the things I want done to me, or that I’d want to do to another person in this world.
“Ma’am,” he said, snapping me out of the evaluation of my sex life, or lack thereof.