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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
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 c**k 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 c**k and pushed his thumb inside my ass.
I whimpered, wanting the feel of his c**k as I dug my fingernails into his ankles. He rammed his c**k 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 f**king perfection.
“Who’s f**king 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 c**k 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 pu**y 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 f**k 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 guy 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 f**kin’ 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 f**k this is”—I waved my hand in the air between us—“I will not stay quiet and be a mindless twat.”
“Calm the f**k 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 pu**y. “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.