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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
His eyes sparkled as his smile reached his baby blues. Anxiousness filled my body at the thought of him naked and inside me. My breathing became labored with the knowledge that we inched closer to our final destination. The lights were off as he carried me through the house. He nipped at my neck as I tried to take in my surroundings. His footsteps and our breathing were the only sound as he carried me.
Light filled the room and momentarily blinded me. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around the bedroom before he placed me gently on the bed. The large room had white walls; a large framed Harley poster hung above the dresser and was the only visible decoration in the room. Dangling my feet over the bed I noticed that the only color in the room was the black comforter and the rich auburn wood flooring. City lifted his shirt as he watched me look around but didn’t say a word as he approached. I swallowed hard as I took in his magnificent tanned torso.
I’m speechless and for me that’s a rarity. The six-pack he’s sporting makes my mouth water and my fingers itch to touch it. As he approached, I can clearly see the intricate art on his chest and arms. A black dragon filled his right rib cage and black tribal designs decorated his right shoulder, looking richer against his dark skin. I never cared much for tattoos, but on him they fit and are freaking amazing.
A twinkle caught my eye and I leaned forward to get a better view of his chest. There were barbells running through each of his ni**les and I was shell-shocked. Tattoos have become part of the social norm, but piercings still were a bit of a taboo in my mind. Not taboo in the way that I found them revolting, just the opposite. I wanted to play with them like a new toy at Christmas.
“Still a yes, princess?” he asked as he stood between my legs.
“Yes.” My voice was a little stronger now; my resolve more certain than it had been when I squeaked out the words before we pulled out of the Neon Cowboy.
He leaned over me, pushing me into the mattress. My face was buried in his chest as he reached toward the nightstand and I couldn’t help myself, I licked the metal around his nipple. Leaning into my tongue, the sound of his groan filled the room and the sound of plastic alerted me he’s grabbed a condom. There was no turning back now, I’d be his for the night – at least he was prepared.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his lips twitching at the corners.
He knew he looked good. I’m sure he never had a moment where he doubted his hotness or sexual prowess.
“Your artwork is amazing and the piercings are just - wow.” I didn’t know what else to say. I loved everything that I saw and couldn’t wait to see the rest.
Hovering over my body, he stared into my eyes and lingered just out of reach of my lips. Placing my hands on his chest, I felt the solidness of his body before digging my fingernails into his flesh. His fingers touched my stomach and I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want slow, but fast and hard… all night long.
The initial softness of his kiss caught me off guard. I expected it to be demanding from the start, but his lips explored mine, testing my resolve to stay the course. He kissed perfectly. A hint of tongue swiped against my bottom lip looking for entrance and I willing granted him access. Our tongues tangled together as his hand explored my body. I wanted him – I craved his touch. I moaned as his hand rubbed against the lacy fabric of my bra. I writhed under his fingers as they skillfully worked my nipple, pulling and twisting.
He broke the kiss and I felt like I could breathe again. “Sit up,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate. I pushed myself up as he backed away and studied me. His expression made me nervous, it wasn’t critical, as he soaked me in. His lips turned up as his eyes roamed my body and I could tell that he only had one thing on his mind. He leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to lift. “Arms, babe,” he said as I sat up in front of him.
I moved quickly as his fingers inched closer to my bra. I couldn’t do anything but stare at the cocky grin on his face while he undressed me. He didn’t look like any other man I’d ever been with. Having him undress me was the single most erotic moment of my life. His smell surrounded me, a mixture of earth, sweat, and musk. When I thought my heart couldn’t beat any faster, his fingertips caressed my collarbone and skipped a beat before thundering in an erratic rhythm. I wanted to get down on my knees and pray that I lived through this experience.
“Breathe,” he said.
I inhaled quickly, not realizing I’d been holding my breath. I wanted to cover my body, but his lopsided grin made me do the opposite.
He wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me. My toes curled from the passion in his kiss. I felt a hunger, like I was about to be devoured by him. Pressing my body into his, I became his meal, willingly offering myself.
Our hands and mouths became entwined and the sound of our hard breath and lips tugging and pulling filled the air. I opened my eyes to look at him and became entranced by his mouth. I watched as he kissed me and took in all of his features. His long brown lashes lay against his protruding cheekbones and were framed by full dark eyebrows. A shadow had developed on his jawline and joined with his sideburns and I couldn’t keep my finger away any longer.
The facial hair tickled my skin as I ran my finger down the roughness to the edge of his mouth. I could feel our lips move under the pads of my fingers. Our hands explored each other feverishly, learning the curves and spots that made one another twitch and shake. There was a delicious torture to the touching and kissing.
My clit ached as his hand inched up my thigh and brushed against my underwear. I gasped in his mouth as his fingers dug into the material and ripped it from my skin. I didn’t care that they were my best underwear that I saved for special occasions; I wanted him inside me. He cupped my sex, applying pressure as I moaned and my head fell back. I didn’t have the ability to hold it up as he began running his fingers through my wetness.