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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
Mrs. Gallo stood up and turned around. Her face was lit up and she looked like the mom I always wanted. She had long wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, and a kind smile. “Suzy, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me. “I’m sorry for how we’re meeting, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“Thank you, Mrs. Gallo, I’m feeling much better.” I moved to sit next to City and grabbed his hand. “Thank you for making me lasagna. It’s one of my favorites.”
“My pleasure. Food always helps make everything better,” she said.
“Italian motto,” City muttered and I laughed.
“I’m going to get going now and leave you two kids to enjoy your food. I just wanted to say hello. Is there anything else I can do before I leave?”
“No, ma’am, you’ve done more than I can ask for.”
“Mrs. G or Maria, please. You need anything just have Joseph call me.”
“Joseph,” I laughed. It sounded so serious and fit him well.
“Watch it,” he said in a playful tone and squeezed my hand.
We all stood and hugged his mother goodbye. We walked to the door and watched her leave. I pictured her climbing into a minivan even though she didn’t have small children. I never pegged her for a woman that drove a Mercedes. I dreamed of a new Honda and knew it would be a budget killer… maybe someday.
“Your mom is great,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his waist.
“She can be, but she’s a pit-bull when you cross her, just ask my father,” he said. “Want some lasagna?”
“What’s for dessert?” I asked as he closed the door.
“Anything you want, sugar.”
“You know what I want,” I said.
“Are you up to it?”
“Question is, big boy, are you up to it?” I wanted him and I figured that if I challenged his manhood, he’d finally cave. All men are the same in that regard.
He laughed. “Don’t ask questions if you can’t handle hearing the answer. Eat your food and I’ll show you how up to it I am, sugar.”
He placed a giant piece of lasagna with cheese oozing out in front of me. My stomach growled at the smell and the feeling of hunger finally registered. I cut into the slice and watched all the insides squish onto my plate. The hot lasagna spread across my tongue and I wanted to moan from the taste.
“That good, huh?” City asked as he scooped a chunk in his mouth.
“What? Did I?”
“Yep, you moaned, sugar.”
My face became heated. “Well, I’m used to Stouffer’s lasagna. This is amazing, City. You don’t know how lucky you were to grow up on this type of home cooking.” I slid the fork across my tongue and slowly chewed, letting all the flavors dance on my tongue.
“I never thought about it.” His fork stopped near his mouth as he looked at me with piercing eyes. “Suzy, you keep making noises like that and I won’t let you finish the next bite.” He set the fork on his plate and leaned back.
“I need my fuel to get better.” I placed another sliver in my mouth, closed my eyes, and made a small sound in the back of my throat.
“You have thirty seconds to finish what’s in front of you before I take your ass in the bedroom and give you something to really moan about.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his watch.
I shoveled the food in my mouth. I felt torn in this moment, but the lasagna could always be reheated.
“Fifteen.” He smiled at me and I felt everything in my body convulse and scream to be touched. I chewed like a maniac.
“Wait!” I held up my hand. “I need something to drink,” I said as I hopped off the high top café chair.
“I got something for you to wash that down with, sugar. Time’s up.”
“Slower, Suzette,” City said in my ear as he rocked in and out of me. “It’s not a marathon. I want to savor being inside you.”
“I’ve just missed you. Missed this.”
“We have the rest of the weekend. I don’t want to hurt you. Slow.” He grabbed my hips and held me still as he slowed his pace. I wanted to scream and claw him, but I knew it wouldn’t help to fight him.
He rested his forehead against mine as he encased my body and assaulted my sense. This was more than just sex. He expressed his feelings and I felt them seep into my body. I stared in his eyes as he stared into mine before he kissed my lips. The pain of the kiss didn’t stop me from returning it with fervor.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I felt them flex under my touch. Each thrust brought me closer to the release I craved. His breathing grew harsh as he curled his arms under my body, tilting my hips.
My hands rested on his hips, unable to reach his ass, as I felt them relax and constrict with each thrust. I wish I had a mirror to watch his ass and back as he moved with my body. I squeezed the soft skin and hard muscle as the orgasm tore through my body. It was stronger than anything I had felt before. My toes curled and my muscles clenched around him as his pace quickened before he slammed into me one last time, reaching his own bliss.
He nuzzled my neck and kissed the soft skin, making a trail to my lips. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you, sugar.”
I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his face to mine forcing his eyes to see me. “I’m fine Joey, you saved me.” I kissed him and didn’t give him a chance to respond. He flipped us over and I straddled his body before breaking the kiss.