Throttle Me (Men of Inked)

by Chelle Bliss

  “Please,” I moaned. I was wound so tight; I sat at the tipping point and needed just a little bit more to tip me over the edge. I released the sheets and pinched my nipple between my fingers, rolling it back and forth. His eyes grew wide as he watched my fingers move against my skin.

  The orgasm ripped through me, stopping my breath, I was paralyzed through the explosion of sensations. He moaned and lapped at my body as I screamed something that wasn’t audible to my ears. My heart thundered in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. I opened my eyes to a very happy looking man.

  “Sexy as fuck, sugar. Watching you touch yourself, coming on my tongue, and babbling all kinds of incoherent shit – priceless. You made me hard again. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  City ripped open the condom wrapper before settling between my legs. The piercing nudged my insides causing my body to tighten. I felt the pressure building inside my core as he pumped inside of me. He cradled my ass with his hand and my world exploded around him and he followed me over the edge.

  Multiple orgasms had always been a myth, something I read about in books, but with him they were a reality. What had started as a journey of lust and carnal exploits, had now turned into something more. I saw the man behind the muscles, tattoos, and piercings and I didn’t want to let him go. I didn’t want to be Suzy Q, the goody two shoes anymore. I wanted to be a woman that could let her hair down and be who I wanted instead of what everyone expected.

  I wanted to do something that I’d enjoy or at least I hoped I would. City would freak out if I told him what I had planned. I kept it a secret. I contacted Mikey to see if he’d help me pull it off.

  Surprises

  There was a chill in the air as I walked toward the doors of Inked. Fall rolled into winter in Florida and that meant cold nights and days that felt like Chicago in my childhood. It was a nice change, but I craved the warmth of summer on my bike instead of the coolness that stung my skin.

  I pushed the door open to see an empty shop desk as the bell above the door chimed. Mikey wasn’t at his usual post to greet me like he had been for more fucking mornings than I could count. I could hear a female voice and Mikey whispering from the piercing room in the back of the shop.

  I put my ear to the door to listen to their conversation but the voices grew quiet. I knocked, “Hey, can I come in?”

  “In a minute,” Mikey yelled. “Kind of got my hands full.” I heard laughing as I walked away.

  I checked my schedule for the day and listened to the voicemail messages. My first appointment called to cancel due to the flu so I had some extra time. I kicked back on the couch and sent Suzy a message. Last night I left her exhausted in bed before making my way home. We’d been spending almost evening together and usually never slept apart. The poor thing, I had been exhausting her with middle of the night sex. She’d asked me if it was okay to sleep apart for a night and I agreed, although not happily. I understood, but I didn’t fucking like it. The boner I woke up with this morning could’ve used some attention, but I did what needed to be done.

  Me: Morning beautiful. Sleep well?

  I felt like a pussy whipped fool, but for once I didn’t mind feeling that way.

  Suzy: Not really. I missed you in bed.

  I smiled knowing she felt the same. Never in a million fucking years would I have thought that I’d find love again in my life. Joni’s sudden death had left me raw and reeling, not wanting to ever experience that hurt again. Suzy changed that.

  Me: Move in with me?

  Did I really just type that shit? We’d been together only a couple of months, but I’ve been with enough women in my life to know when it’s right. I thought I’d get a quick response but nothing. I’m a fucking moron; I probably just scared her away.

  The hinges on the door creaked as Mikey poked his head out. “Yo, bro. Wanna come see my handy work?” He looked a little too happy for this time of morning.

  “Who you working on off books?” There wasn’t a name on his schedule before ten.

  “Special request. Get your lazy ass up and come look, you prick.” His head disappeared and I could hear a hushed conversation.

  “Mikey, I’ve seen every piercing out there.” I climbed off the couch to make my brother happy because he’d harp on me like a bitch in heat for the rest of the day. Plus he could kick my ass if I didn’t. “What’s so special about this one?” I asked as I walked in the room and stopped dead in my tracks.

  What the fuck?

  Sitting in the chair was Suzy, my Suzy, with her breast exposed and a small metal hoop through her nipple. I couldn’t breath as I stood there staring with my mouth hanging open. Mikey looked excited and proud of himself but I wanted to rip his fucking throat out – fighter or not.

  Suzy had a sly grin on her face. “You like?” she asked.

  Should I be happy or pissed? I blinked, but I couldn’t fucking respond. My brother had his hands all over my woman, even if it was for my benefit, and I wasn’t there to supervise.

  “Earth to City,” Mikey said, and I swear to fucking Christ I wanted to knock his happy ass out of the chair.

  “You don’t like it, do you?” She frowned at me and her eyes began to glisten.

  “Oh, no, sugar. It’s beautiful. Sexy as fuck, actually.” I grabbed her chin and kissed her. “I’ll have fun tugging on it like you do mine. It feels amazing.”

  “You scared the crap out of me. Are you mad?” She asked as I rested my forehead against hers and stared in her eyes.

  “I’m not mad. A little pissed my brother had his paws on your gorgeous tits and that you didn’t let me be here for it.” I turned my head and gave my brother a scathing look.

  “Hey, seen one breast you’ve seen them all. It’s work, bro.”

  Dickhead.

  “I wanted to surprise you, Joey.”

  “Well you fucking did that in spades, sugar.” I kissed her forehead and inspected the piercing closely.

  “Next time you touch my woman, I get to be here, brother. Got me?”

  “Got ya. I swear to god it was all for you. Get that stick out of your ass and look how well it turned out. She has the perfect nipples for piercings.”

  Did he just fucking say that to my face?

  “Mikey, watch it.”

  “I look at it as another body part to be decorated. Chill the fuck out. I know she’s yours.”

  “As long as we’re clear on that fact.”

  “Crystal.” He stood to leave.

  “Mikey,” I said stopping him in his tracks. “I wouldn’t trust her in anyone else’s hands. You did well.”

  “Means a lot coming from you, Joe.” He slapped me on the shoulder and gave us a moment alone.

  “You’re not feeling sick are you?” She looked flushed.

  “Perfect. I thought it would hurt more than it did, though. I want to get the other one done eventually.”

  “It takes a while to heal. You’re still riding the adrenaline high, you’ll be sore for a long time. Thank fuck you still have one nipple I can touch.”

  “Oh, just touch?” She smirked and had started to become sassy. I closed the door and locked it. I had time to kill and Suzy sat before me with her breast exposed and a look of want in her eyes. “What are you doing?” Her eyes twinkled and she knew exactly what I had in mind.

  “We’re going to have a chat about my text you didn’t respond to and then I’m going to fuck you bent over that chair.”

  I loved her surprised face. “What text?”

  “Look at your phone.” I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for her to read it.

  “You want to move in together?” Here eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open.

  “Yes, sugar. We spend every night together so why should you have to pay a house payment when I have a place of my own?”

  “Don’t take offense, City, but your place isn’t really my taste. The man cave, barren walls and cottage feel. Can’t do it. You can move in with me, though.”
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br />   “Whatever makes you happy. As long as I have you in my bed and my bike in the garage, I’m a happy man.”

  “So that’s it? We’re doing it?”

  “Oh, we’re doing it. Undress, sugar. You’re not leaving here until I’ve erased any scent my brother left behind and my cock is satisfied.” I started to unzip my pants and watched her carefully as she began to undress. Her nipple was red and slightly swollen from the piercing and I’d have to remind myself not to touch it.

  “Grip the headrest, ass out.” I stroked my cock as she kept turning her head to see what I was doing. I liked to make her wait.

  When she turned back around, I smacked her ass causing her to jump and yelp. “What was that for?”

  “Next time ask before you change your body forever. I won’t say no, but I’d just like to be clued the fuck in. I would’ve given that nipple a little extra attention before you took it off the market for a couple of months.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smiled and rested her forehead against the leather.

  Packing up my house didn’t take long. We decided I would move my things during Thanksgiving break. I didn’t put my house up for sale. It was paid off and I didn’t see the need to get rid of it. I loved the land that the small farmhouse sat on. I bought it for that reason and thought that someday I’d build my dream house on the property.

  I moved my clothes into her spare room. She bought a small drawing table for me to use in the evenings and I decorated the space with my work and my Harley memorabilia. I didn’t want to invade her space. Moving in together was a giant step, more of a leap of faith.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to put your clothes in my closet?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe in a tiny purple silk nightie.

  “No, sugar. My things are just fine in here.” I unpacked the last box of clothing, sliding them in the dresser drawer that she emptied for me. “You need your space, especially your walk-in closet.”

  She sighed as she pushed her body away from the door and walked toward me. “Be patient with me.”

  “Sugar, come here.” Holding out my hand to her, I pulled her in my lap. “Don’t do anything different because I’m here. I’m easy to live with. I don’t require too much. Your body is the only thing I’m impatient about. It’s mine.”

  Her eyes twinkled and her smile widened. “It’s yours, City.”

  “Whenever I want?” I raised my eyebrow, giving her a sly smile.

  “Yes,” she giggled as I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her ass on the dresser. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking what’s mine.” My hands drifted up her legs, spreading them, and raised the nightie to her abdomen.

  The smile fell from her face, all giggles disappeared as my tongue licked her clit. Her body relaxed, resting against the wall, as a small moan escaped her lips. My dick ached to be buried inside her, straining against my track pants. Her breath hitched as I dipped my tongue inside her. The sweetest nectar didn’t compare to the taste of Suzy and I always wanted more.

  Her legs tightened around my head, as her breathing grew shallow. Her thighs began to tremble underneath my grip. I sucked harder, flicking her clit with my tongue to drive her over the edge. Her hands fisted my hair as she pushed my face deeper and I growled relishing in the prickling sensation of her tugging my scalp.

  “Oh, fuck. City,” she screamed as I sucked harder, drawing her entirely in my mouth. Her body twitched and she shook under my tongue as she came on my face. I could never get enough of her. She gasped for air, swallowing with wide eyes as she looked down at me. The grip on my scalp lightened as she grew limp and her back collapsed against the wall. Her nightie had slipped off her shoulder, exposing her breast and the small silver hoop that I’d been dying to touch, but couldn’t.

  Adjusting my dick as I stood, I kissed her lips, sucking the last bit of air she had into my mouth. “I’ll never get enough of you, sugar.” Our tongues tangled, her juice mixing with her saliva. She drove me wild. The feel of her small hands on my shoulders, gripping toughly, her nails dug into my flesh and made me rock fucking hard.

  “More,” she whispered against my lips.

  “Insatiable.” I pulled her body forward as I opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom.

  I fucked her hard and fast. The wooden dresser slammed against the wall, thumping with each thrust. I prayed it didn’t collapse from the abuse. Her legs rested on my shoulders as I gripped her ankles, pumping inside her. Each thrust forced a moan from her lips. My balls tightened as her pussy clamped down on my shaft. Her eyes drifted closed as I tipped over the edge, spiraling into an orgasm so intense my legs almost gave out.

  My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Her eyes fluttered open and her cheeks were redder from the second orgasm. “That’s how to start a day.”

  “Promise.” She smiled at me, running her hands down my bare chest.

  “I’d fuck you all day, but we wouldn’t get much accomplished, sugar. You’re pussy is fucking addictive.”

  “Ha, your cock isn’t so bad either.”

  “You know what your dirty mouth does to me.”

  “No, we have too much to do, big boy.” She pushed against my chest before hopping off the dresser.

  I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to me. “I’m not done with you yet, sugar. I own your ass,” I whispered in her ear.

  “I love you,” she said, as her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth.

  “What did you say?” I tried not to smile but the corner of my mouth twitched unable to hold back my happiness. As her hand fell from her lips, I gathered her face in my hands to look her in the eyes.

  “I love you, Joey.”

  “Sugar, I love you more than I thought I could ever love another woman. I’ve wanted to say those words to you, but I didn’t want you to freak the fuck out.”

  “I do, City. I love you for everything you are. You’re everything I wanted and the only one I think about. You’ve invaded my heart and I can’t go another day without saying the words to you.”

  “Say it again,” I said as I brushed my lips against her mouth.

  “I love you.” The whisper of her words on my lips warmed my body and sent a shock through my system.

  Christmas Blessings

  The transition of having someone live with me again had been easier than I thought. After Sophia and Kayden moved out, I didn’t think I would ever allow someone else to live with me. Not because they were such a problem, but because I didn’t think I’d find I could get along with. I know I’m not the easiest person in the world and it’s a fact that I always accepted. We talked about moving into a bigger place, but I didn’t think we could afford it. My place was perfectly adequate.

  It had only been a couple of weeks, but it had been wonderful. My house was small, but everything seemed to fit okay with some adjustment on both our part. I was thankful that it was Christmas break and that I’d get to spend the holidays with City and his family. My parents decided to go on a Caribbean cruise and leave me behind this year and my sister had her fiancé’s family to be with. If it weren’t for City and the Gallo family, I’d be the third wheel at Sophia’s apartment.

  City had spent the morning making a special breakfast for us before heading to his parent’s house. He told me that his mother always made Panettone French toast every Christmas and he wanted to treat me to his mother’s recipe. It had been the best Christmas morning since my childhood.

  I still hadn’t mastered cooking and stuck with the few dishes I could make edible. His mother had shown me some of her techniques and made notecards for me to follow, but it was useless. She would say, “No worries, love, you’ll get the hang of it. It just takes practice.” It was nice of her, but I knew, either you had it or you didn’t – I clearly didn’t.

  “Ready to go, sugar?” City asked from the bathroom doorway as I finished applying my lipstick. He looked handsome in a black pair of jeans and tight grey sweater. I wanted to unwrap
him like a present.

  “Just about, Joey. Do I look alright?” I turned to face him and watched as his eyes traveled up the length of my body before he stared into my eyes.

  “Always beautiful.” He grabbed my face and kissed my lips and the familiar want filled my body. I didn’t know if I’d ever lose that feeling with him. I hoped I never did. “No time for what you’re thinking, sugar. We can’t be late today.”

  “I can wait. I’m not a total fiend.” I laughed.” Did you load all the gifts?”

  “Just waiting on you, sugar.”

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  He held my hand and stroked it with his thumb as he drove. He looked happier than he did when we first met. He didn’t look sad back then, but the happiness didn’t radiate off of him. It made me happy to know that I had put it there.

  His parents’ driveway was packed with cars as we parked on the curb. “Looks like a full house.”

  “Sugar, Italians do it big. My mom cooks for an army and invites all the neighbors to dinner.”

  “Oh, that’s nice of her. I didn’t get presents for everyone though.” A panicky feeling overcame me. I had met his family a couple of timed and just started to feel comfortable and now I’d have to sit in a room full of strangers.

  “We do our gift opening later after everyone leaves. Stop worrying, everyone loves you as much as I do.”

  City opened the door to a house of people; it looked to be bursting at the seams. His mom came toward the door with a smile on her face. She had on reindeer antlers and a cheery Christmas sweater. She looked like a mom and one that any child would’ve been lucky to have.

  “Suzy, love, Merry Christmas.” She enveloped me in a hug. City cleared his throat and she chuckled in my ear and ignored him. “I’m so glad you came.”

  “Thanks Mrs. G, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. It smells amazing in here.”