[Men of Inked 01.0 - 03.0] Boxed Set

by Chelle Bliss

“What?” I asked, with my cock in my hand, ready to push inside.

  “Condom?” Her voice muffled by the blankets.

  “Sugar, you’re on the pill. We’re about to be man and wife. We’ve done it without before. Right now, I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to feel your silky wetness as I fuck the shit out of you.”

  She sighed, relaxing her body. “Okay, but—”

  “Enough talking. The only words I wanna hear out of you are ‘yes’ and ‘give me more.’” I leaned over her, kissing her shoulder as I jammed my cock into her.

  Her body jerked, accepting all I had to give as she melted into the mattress. The blankets were bunched in her hands as I stood, looking down at her.

  I slid my hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair. Wrapping it around my palm, I grabbed it and pulled. She gasped, her eyes sealing shut as I thrust myself inside her. The flesh of her hip felt cool underneath my forceful grip.

  Every time my dick slammed into her, my balls slapped her clit, causing her body to twitch and moans to escape her lips. I thrust harder, needing the release as I watched her body bounce off my shaft.

  “You want me to stop?” I bit out, swiveling my hips to touch every inch of the inside of her pussy.

  “No,” she moaned.

  “You love my cock?”

  “Yes,” she said as she bucked.

  I pulled her down forcefully against my body. “This is my pussy.” Pulling her hair harder, I wrapped it around my fist, holding it more securely. “I take it when I want, not when you want to give it.”

  “Yes, yes. Oh God, yes!” she yelled, her pussy convulsing against my dick. She drew her legs in closer together, almost crossing them, making her hold on my cock viselike.

  I slid my finger from her hip to her abdomen and down to her clit. It was swollen, and she shuddered as I pinched it, rolling it between my fingertips.

  Her face fell forward and she bore down, pulling the blanket between her teeth. She grunted, pounding herself against me as I worked her clit, bringing her to the brink of release.

  “Say what I wanna hear.” I stilled my hands as I pummeled her.

  “It’s your pussy,” she moaned without hesitation.

  I chuckled, biting my lip. Suzy went from saying “heck” to using the word “pussy” without hesitation since she met me. Hearing her say such dirty shit made my spine tingle. “Always, sugar. Come on my cock. Shows me who owns you.”

  Using two fingers, I covered her clit entirely, making small circles with the soft pads of my tips. Her grunts grew louder, her pussy milking me, as she tensed and stilled. My touch became more demanding, my thrusts rougher as I used my cock as my own personal battering ram. I wanted her to walk funny when she went back downstairs.

  “Give it to me, sugar.” I tweaked her clit, needing her to come before I did.

  She sucked in a breath, not moving, as she came on my cock. As her body relaxed and she grew limp, I used it as an invitation to fuck her senseless. Her body bounced like a bowl of Jell-O underneath me.

  The orgasm ripped through me, sending me collapsing on top of her, gasping for air. “Fuck,” I moaned as I caught my breath, my knees feeling weak.

  “Mm,” she hummed as she lay underneath me, smiling.

  Planting my palms on the bed, I trailed kisses across her exposed skin as I pushed myself up. Her ass was a light shade of pink from the relentless pounding I gave her. She lay there with her dress hiked up around her waist, her ass still in the air and her body bent over the bed. She looked how I felt: sated and happy.

  I tucked my dick back in my pants, leaving the remnants of our mingled orgasm on my flesh. “Come on, let’s get back downstairs before people come looking.” I ran my fingers down her arm, stopping in her palm to make tiny circles.

  “I don’t want to,” she whispered, her skin breaking out in goose bumps.

  “No choice now, princess. Let’s go.” I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her upright.

  She gasped as her eyes widened into saucers.

  “What’s wrong?” I searched her eyes, watching her face flush an even darker shade of pink.

  “Everything just gushed out of me. Oh my God, it’s running down my leg.” She looked down. “I can’t go down there like this.” She glared at me.

  My body shook from the laugh I couldn’t hold in. “Sugar, go get cleaned up. I’ll wait for you and we can go down together.” I smiled, watching her move from one foot to the other.

  “Ugh, this is so not sexy,” she whispered, turning toward the bathroom. Her walk reminded me of the marshmallow man from Ghostbusters—her arms far from her side as she took large steps on spread legs. She stalked to the bathroom in the most ungraceful way, but that was my girl. I wouldn’t change a thing about her.

  As the bathroom door closed, I collapsed on the bed, placing my hands behind my head. She’d be feeling me in more ways than one for the rest of the night. She’d be my wife soon. My wife. It still felt foreign to think, let alone say, but there had been no other person in the world that had me the way Suzy did. I was hers completely, maybe more than she was mine.

  I closed my eyes. I never knew life could be this fucking fantastic.

  5

  Suzy

  “Izzy, what did I tell you about tonight?” I looked at her as we entered the hotel suite. I couldn’t pin it on her alone. She had help planning my bachelorette party. The girls in the wedding party plotted together to send me out of singledom in style. I knew that Izzy and Sophia would be a wicked combination.

  The hotel suite was stunning. I’d never seen anything like it. It was larger than my first home and overlooked the ocean. The exterior walls were glass from floor to ceiling. The sunset made it look like an ever-changing picture hanging in a gallery. The red, purple, and orange shades reflected off the water as the sun kissed the horizon.

  Izzy stepped in front of me, breaking me from my sunset trance. “I heard you, Suzy. We were good. Sophia helped me and you know that she always has your best interests at heart,” Izzy said with a laugh.

  Sophia was my best friend. She was my opposite, though, living life a little more carefree, taking chances, and was a little too much like Izzy for my liking. She may be a librarian, but the girl partied like a rock star. Fuck.

  “What’s wrong, Suzy?” Sophia asked, touching my arm.

  “You two,” I said, shaking my head.

  Sophia’s lips parted as she laid her hand against her chest. “What did we do?” Her innocent act wasn’t convincing. Motherhood had softened her a little. She had more weight on her body and looked healthy. The happiness that had now filled her life was clearly evident when looking at her.

  “I don’t trust you and Izzy individually, and I sure as hell don’t trust you together.” I glared at her, watching a small smile creep across her face. My stomach filled with knots. The two of them didn’t follow any of the normal rules, let alone mine.

  “Suzy, would I do anything to upset you?” Her brown eyes twinkled as a large smile spread across her face. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head and waited.

  I studied the look on her face. “Yes, yes you would. Just the girls tonight, right?” I asked, watching her reaction very closely.

  She nodded, her brown hair bobbing against her breasts that peeked out from her V-neck dress. “I only invited the girls. I swear.”

  The knot in my stomach loosened a bit with her statement. “I just don’t want there to be any trouble tonight.”

  “Oh, there won’t be.” She shook her head and wrapped her arms around me, drawing me against her body. “I’m so happy for you, Suzy. Do you think I would do anything bad and have to deal with Kayden’s bullshit?”

  “No,” I whispered as I hugged her.

  Kayden was her man and the father of her son, Jett. Their love was complicated. The road they traveled to happiness had been filled with bumps, but they made it through and never looked back. Kayden was a man I could rely on, a friend that wo
uld lay down his life for me. Sophia had told me that he could be “wicked jealous.” Her words for him, not mine.

  “Okay then, let’s grab a drink. The girls are all about to arrive.” She held me at arm’s length, smiling and squeezing my hands. “We’re here to celebrate before you become Mrs. Joseph Gallo.”

  “I don’t want to drink too much, Sophia,” I mumbled as we walked toward the already prepped bar area.

  Izzy was pouring herself a hefty glass of Jack Daniel’s as we approached. “What’ll it be, ladies?” she asked as she set the bottle on the counter.

  “Just a glass of wine,” I said, looking at the dozens of bottles on display.

  “No wine tonight, Suzy. Pick your poison.” Izzy smiled, waving her hands over the liquor.

  “Bahama Mama.” I winced, my stomach rolling at the thought of getting drunk. “Light on the liquor, though.”

  “Honey, it’s your bachelorette party and if you don’t get shit-faced drunk and party your ass off then I haven’t done my job as a bridesmaid.” She smiled as she started pouring the rum in the glass.

  I watched, my eyes growing wide as she poured and poured. “That’s enough, Izzy,” I said, placing my hand on her arm. “I want to make it until at least ten.”

  She burst into laughter as she set the rum down. “We’ll get ya there. We have the whole night planned out. It’s going to be one for the record books. When we’re old and pissing our pants with dentures in our mouths, we’ll be telling stories about tonight.” She smiled, pouring the juices and rum in the cup before handing it to me.

  I shook my head and grabbed the Bahama Mama from her hand. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I muttered as I brought the glass to my lips. The rum didn’t smell overpowering; maybe I’d misjudged the amount of alcohol she poured.

  The fruity concoction of pineapple and orange danced across my tongue as the liquid slid down my throat, causing a slow burn. I closed my eyes, enjoying the taste, although it was a bit stronger than I wanted.

  Izzy tipped my cup. “Drink up, girl. We have a big night ahead of us.”

  I batted her hand away, pulling the cup from my lips. “Last time I drank too much I ended up in your brother’s bed.” I smiled, my body warming at the memory.

  If I hadn’t been tipsy that night, I would’ve been a total mess the first time I saw him naked. The man had a kickass body, and don’t even get me started on his piercing. If I had been stone-cold sober, I probably would’ve run out of the room screaming once that caught my eye. Even to this day, I get a thrill looking at him naked.

  “You’re a dirty whore and we all know it.” Sophia nudged me, cackling like a loon.

  “Am not,” I said, my cheeks heating as I glared at her.

  “Suzy,” Izzy interrupted, “you’re with us, your girls. You can drop the good-girl bullshit. We know you’re a closet freak. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be with my brother.” She laughed.

  A knock on the door saved me from the conversation. One by one, Izzy and Sophia’s friends and mine from work poured into the door. My sister wouldn’t be here tonight. She said that she couldn’t get off work to be here in time for the bachelorette party. She’d make it for the rehearsal dinner. The girls in this room were more like family to me than my own flesh and blood anyway.

  I stood at the window, watching the sun kiss the horizon as I sipped my drink. I felt blessed, surrounded by loving women, marrying the man of my dreams, and officially becoming a member of the Gallo family. The ladies chatted and drank, their laughter filling the room.

  “Hey, you okay?” Sophia asked, standing at my side.

  “I’m just so happy, Soph. I never thought I could be this happy.” I turned to her, a sad smile on my face.

  “What’s the sad face for?” Her eyebrows drew together as she looked at me.

  “I’m not sad. I’m just thinking about what City and I have been through. I almost shut him out of my life by judging him. I would’ve never known the love I do now. Then the accident happened and he was almost ripped from my life forever.” I shook my head, trying to force the sad memories from my mind. “I’m so happy right now…happier than I’ve ever been before. Is this as good as it gets?” I asked, grabbing her hand and squeezing.

  “Nah, there’s more good things to come.” She smiled, squeezing my hand. “Wait until you hold your firstborn in your arms. There’s nothing like it.” She smiled, releasing my hand. “I’m proud of you.”

  My eyebrows shot up at her words. “For what?”

  She giggled, covering her mouth. “For staying with City. I know he scared the hell out of you. I know how OCD you are with your lists—even that fucking list of your husband requirements. You threw them out the window and took a chance for once. You listened to your heart and not your head. When I met him, I knew he was right for you.” She wrapped her arms around me. “Now, let’s stop talking sad shit and party our asses off. I have a night without Jett and Kayden. I want to get drunk and enjoy a night without baby food on my clothes.”

  I chuckled and squeezed her. “I love you, Sophia. For you, I’ll party like it’s 1999.”

  “God, you’re such a dork,” she said as she laughed, holding me by the arms, shaking her head. “But I love you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

  “Bitches, I better see you two drinking a little quicker,” Izzy said as she grabbed my glass and looked inside. “Let me refill this. Sophia, want more?”

  Sophia held her cup out, shaking it. “Feels a bit light to me. Another Jack and Coke, please.” She handed the cup to Izzy.

  “And I’ll—” I started to say as Izzy started to walk away.

  “Got it, light on the alcohol,” Izzy yelled over her shoulder.

  “Gifts! Let’s do gifts,” Sophia said, pulling on my arm.

  I loved presents. It’s not that I was materialistic; I just never had the type of family where the gifts were piled higher than me. I always received a couple of small gifts for my birthday or Christmas. My family decided to draw names for Christmas that year. Just when I thought it couldn’t be more depressing, bam, wrong again.

  “Okay,” I said, nodding, trying to hide my excitement.

  Sophia clapped, drawing everyone’s attention. “It’s time for presents!” she yelled, pulling me toward the couch.

  I sat down on the large U-shaped sectional in the middle of the living room that faced the windows. Everyone fit snugly on the couch as I opened each gift. I felt slightly uncomfortable being the center of attention. I liked to blend in to the background, but I knew the entire weekend would be filled with uncomfortable moments. I was the bride, and as such, I’d definitely be the center of attention.

  “Open mine next,” Sophia said, holding out a pretty pink box with a giant white bow. I’d opened six presents so far and they’d all been lingerie and nighties to wear for City. He’d love them, but I knew most likely one or two would get ripped. The man was a brute.

  Pulling it from her grasp, I smiled nervously, unsure of what was inside. With Sophia, it could be romantic or downright dirty. “I don’t trust you,” I said, placing the box on my lap and pulling on the ribbon.

  She chuckled, covering her mouth. “I wouldn’t either.”

  I stilled my hand, looking up at her with a glare. “Do I want to open this in public?”

  She nodded, her smile growing larger. “You do. Don’t be a baby and open it already,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

  I pulled the ribbon, letting the white material fall away from the present before tearing into the shiny pink paper. When I opened the box, I gasped and put the lid back on. “Sophia,” I said, trying not to laugh.

  “You have to show us,” Izzy said as she stood. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and held it up to take a picture. “Come on, Suzy. We’re all girls here. Don’t be a pussy.”

  I sighed, realizing I wouldn’t win the battle. “Fine,” I said, opening the lid and grabbing the first object. Fuckin’ Sophia. I held it up and listen
ed to the whistles and giggles.

  “What the fuck is that?” Mia asked.

  “That, my dear,” Izzy said, snapping a photo, “when assembled, is a spreader bar.” Izzy giggled and snapped another picture.

  My face grew flushed, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never had a problem keeping them open for City.” I winked at Sophia. She and I always swapped stories about sex. Before City came into my life, sex had always been bland and boring. I’d lived vicariously through her and always went to her for advice.

  “Oh, I know. You’ve turned into quite the little sex kitten since meeting City. This gift may seem like it’s for you, but it’s really for him.” Sophia smiled and looked very pleased with herself. “Next.”

  “Whore,” I mumbled as I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps.

  “I don’t want to think of you using any of this shit with my brother. I can never look at you two in the eye again. I know too much. Too much, I tell you.” Izzy snapped another photo before taking a seat at the end of the couch.

  I quickly pulled out the other objects, crotchless panties and a crop, and held them up before dropping them back in the box. The crop was the one I’d always wanted and admired. It had a heart made of leather on the end. I just loved the look of it, but it had to sting like a mother when hit with it.

  Knock. Knock.

  “Oh,” Izzy said, jumping from the couch. “There’s my gift. I had to have it delivered.”

  I looked at Sophia and she shrugged. Motherfuckers. I knew they wouldn’t listen when I said no strippers. I hung my head, rubbing my face, as I heard the door open.

  “Why, hello there, officer,” Izzy said. She giggled and backed away from the door.

  For the love of God—I wanted to kill her right then.

  “I heard there’s a disturbance up here. I’m here to investigate,” the man, who obviously wasn’t a cop, said as he looked around the room.

  I thought for a moment that I was in a movie. Cop stripper comes to the door and then the real party starts. The last thing I wanted in the world was someone other than my fiancé touching me.