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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
My breath hitched as the images played like a movie in my mind. “I won’t deny it, but that doesn’t make it right,” I said moving down in the sheets and turning off the television.
“I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend, Suzette. I remember you having an earth shattering time yesterday. I can still hear the sound you made when I made you come against my fingers.” A small moan escaped his lips. My heart ached when he said he didn’t want me to be his girlfriend. What the hell? Stay on course – do not waiver from the list. “It was the sexiest f**king sound I’ve ever heard, sugar. The way your eyes rolled back and your body rocked into my hand. Fuck.”
I squeaked. Omg, lemme die. “City.”
“The taste of you on my tongue after. Fucking perfect. I’m rock hard thinking about you.”
“You are?” I whispered.
“Rock f**king hard.” His breathing changed like it had when he f**ked me. I could never forget the sounds the man made when he came. “Friday night, Suzy. No excuses this time.”
“Good. I’ll be thinking about that sweet pu**y all week, sugar. Sweet dreams.” His words were drawn out and his tone was sexy as hell.
“Night,” I whispered back before the phone went quiet and his harsh breath disappeared. Listening to the man turned me on and I wanted to run to his house and have sex with him, but I didn’t. Reaching into my nightstand, I grabbed my trusty battery-operated boyfriend for the last five years and thought of City as I climaxed. The orgasm didn’t compare to the one I had under his deft fingers. He f**king ruined one of my simple pleasures.
Fuck Monday mornings. I never wanted to get out of bed. I pulled in the school parking lot five minutes late, before throwing my bags down in my classroom and headed to the copier to be prepped for class that started in ten minutes. Damn. I hated being rushed.
I taped my finger against the copy machine as it slowly churned out each piece of paper. People walked in and out of the teacher work area with a quick hello and happy Monday.
“What are you grinning about? It’s Monday and you never smile, bitch,” Sophia said behind me.
“I wasn’t smiling.” I turned around to see her grinning like a loon that just escaped the funny farm.
“Oh, you were, sister. What happened?” Sophia always looked so put together and breathtaking and today was no different.
“I have so much to tell you. I’ll come see you during my planning period.”
“By the look on your face I’d think you got laid this weekend. I’m not talking about a boring bullshit f**king either. You got f**ked,” she whispered in my face. I felt my face flush. “You did, don’t lie, and I want every last detail.”
The homeroom warning bell blared and I started to panic, grabbing my papers in a crazy heap. “I’ll be up third period. I’m going to be late, Sophia. I gotta run, babe.”
“I’ll hunt your ass down if you don’t show up,” Sophia said as I reached the door.
“I’ll be there, whore. Shut it.” She smiled at me like a proud mama.
Sophia shut the door to her office. “Tell me and I mean all of it.”
Sitting on the comfy old couch in her office I rested my head against the wall. “What do you want to know?”
“Don’t play coy with me. You know more about my sex life than anyone else in the world. I want all the information start with who and when.”
Sophia sat at her desk and rested her head on her hand. “I met him Friday night.”
“Friday night? I don’t remember you meeting someone,” she interrupted, her eyes looking upward replaying our time at the martini bar.
“After I left you. My car crapped out and this drop dead gorgeous man stopped to help me.”
“Helped you out of your panties too I presume?” she giggled and slapped the desk.
“Eventually,” I laughed. “I called you, but you didn’t answer. I went with him on his bike to call a tow and ended up having a drink or two.”
“Bike? Like the ones the drunks ride around here with the electric motors or are we talking smokin’ hot Harley action?”
“City, but it’s a nickname. When we left he asked where I wanted to go and I told him I wanted him to take me to his house. I had too much to drink because you know that just isn’t me.”
“Whatever. You’re dying to be naughty but those uptight pricks you date are missionary men. Bleh. Keep talking,” she commanded.
“Pushy wench, aren’t you? When he undresses, girl,” I sigh. “Oh. My. God. His body is covered in tattoos, his ni**les are pierced, and he, and he...” I covered my mouth and tried to hide my grin.
“Breathe, Suzy. He what?”
“His penis was pierced too,” I swallowed remembering how it looked.
“Oh, now I’m enthralled. So your ass breaks down, is rescued by a sexy ass biker with tats and piercings, and…”
“I slept with him… More than once. I stayed the night and he had me before breakfast too.”
“Have you talked to him since?”
“Yes, we went on a date Saturday night and he wants to take me out again on Friday.”
“I know that look. What’s the problem?”
“He’s just not… isn’t what I’m looking for.” I frowned.