Throttle Me (Men of Inked)

by Chelle Bliss

  I didn’t see anyone, but could hear voices talking from an attached room.

  “I’m fine. Stop it,” Suzy said. I picked up my pace to find out what the fuck was going on.

  Entering the small office space, I saw Suzy pinned against the wall with Derek cutting off her escape. She looked like she wanted to become one with the wall and couldn’t move farther away from his body. Her eyes grew wide as I reached for the prick and grabbed him by the shirt collar.

  “What the fu-,” he said his eyes travelled to my face.

  “The lady said stop. I think we’ve already had this conversation once before dumbfuck.” We were nose to nose and I’d knock the motherfucker out.

  “Suzy didn’t mean it,” he snarled.

  He sure has a pair of brass balls but my fists were made of platinum. I fisted his pansy ass dress shirt, pulling his body to mine. “She’s mine, you fucker and when the lady says stop it she means stop and back the fuck up.”

  “I should’ve had your ass arrested the first time you hit me. Hit me again and I’ll call school security.”

  “Need someone else to fight your battles, sissy boy? You pick on girls, but can’t handle a man all on your own?” Suzy had tears in her eyes as I looked at her over his head.

  “Listen here buddy, I don’t know who you fuck think you are, but Suzy and I have a thing. She’s not yours. Right, Suzy?”

  She began to shake her head, as her eyes grew wide. He turned his head to look at her and I couldn’t hold back my fist any longer. I punched him right in the jaw and watched the spit and blood fly out of his mouth. Served the bastard right. I held him upright with my grip as he wobbled on shaky knees and his eyes watered.

  If we weren’t in her office at a school, I’d beat the piss out of the motherfucker. He deserved to be taught a harsher lesson than one simple fist to the face, but I had to tamper down my anger for Suzy’s sake.

  I let go of him with a shove and watched him stumble before catching himself on her desk. “I’ll have you arrested for this.” He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and glared at me.

  “I’ll share the little tidbit with security. I’ll tell them how I walked in on you sexually harassing Ms. McCarthy in her office. I heard her to telling you stop. Who do you think she’s gonna back, asshole? You’ve touched her for the last time. Do it again and I’ll bury you.”

  Suzy walked to my side and put her arm around me. “Derek, you mention a word and I’ll make sure they fire your ass. I’ll have no problem telling them about this and the other times.” Smiling at me, she squeezed my waist. “I have Joseph and Sophia to back me up. Sophia knows all about you and your bullshit.” Did she use two swear words in that speech? That’s my girl, I thought as I beamed with pride.

  “You wouldn’t?” he asked, smoothing out his shirt, wiping the last bit of blood tricking down his chin.

  “Try me, Derek,” she snarled, showing the slightest hint of teeth.

  “I’d put my money on the blonde.” I smirked at the jackass as he stormed out of the room.

  “You okay, Suzy?” I asked, wrapping her in my arms.

  She squeezed my waist and buried her face in my shirt. “Mm, you smell good.”

  “Answer me, sugar. Are you okay?” I kissed the top of her head.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Derek’s an asshole. I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again,” she laughed into my chest.

  “I don’t want you working with that dick anymore.”

  “I think he almost peed his pants.”

  “Promise me, Suzette? You need to go to the administration about him. He shouldn’t work here or be near you.”

  She patted my stomach. “I love when you get all tough guy and use my full name.” She laughed and I squeezed her ass hard enough to make her jump. “I promise, Joseph.”

  “You seem to like it when I’m buried balls deep inside you, sugar, I don’t hear you laughing then,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered in my arms as the vibrations of my words touched her ears. “Why don’t we put your desk to good use?”

  She smacked me in the chest but I could see the twinkle in her eye. She thought about it for a second before she answered. “No way, mister. I’m not getting fired.”

  “I thought maybe you went all bad girl on me using all those curse words on Derek.” I ran my finger over her bruise but she didn’t flinch.

  “Two? I swore twice?” Her mouth hung open.

  “You did, sugar. I’m proud of you.”

  “You must be rubbing off on me.” She pulled away from my arms and smiled.

  “Speaking of rubbin’.” I looked down, wiggled my eyebrows, and moved my hips.

  “Absolutely not.” She looked away and started to move the papers on her desk.

  I wrapped my arms around her and placed my face in her hair. “Whatcha gonna do, baby, give me a detention?” I asked. I couldn’t help but laugh. God, if she was my teacher in high school I would’ve been all over her. My wet dreams would’ve been filled with visions of Ms. McCarthy leaning over my desk to help me with my math problems. I’d pray that her blouse would just happen to fall open and give me a glimpse of her beautiful tits.

  She smacked my hands. “You’re a naughty boy.”

  “You have no idea, Ms. McCarthy.” I kissed down her neck, making my way to her shoulder before sinking my teeth into her delicate flesh. “You’ve smacked me twice and I think I need to teach you a little lesson tonight.” Her breath caught and I heard a small moan escape as I ground my dick into her ass.

  “Whatcha got in mind, Mr. Gallo?”

  “I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine.” I cupped her breasts, squeezing them and ran my palms across her hard nipples. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard my cock will be the only one you’ll ever think about. I’m leaving no inch untouched, no pore not kissed, and no hole unfilled.”

  “Um.” She swallowed loud enough for me to hear. Perfect.

  “Lost for words?”

  “Not here,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.

  “My place, sugar. I don’t want anyone to hear you scream when you think you can’t come again, but I’ll make you.”

  “You’re punishment sounds so much better than detention.”

  “It’s more like a retention program for at-risk little girls,” I said as she turned around with a smile on her face.

  “You know how to win a girl’s heart.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me.

  I smacked her ass and she bit down on my lip but not hard enough to break the skin.

  “Oh, sorry, baby,” she said.

  “I’ll get ya back, sugar. Let’s get the fuck out of here or I’m tearing your clothes off right here.” I pinched her nipple and felt her sharp intake of breath against my lips.

  I needed to get the hell out of the school and take her to my bed. I kissed her goodbye after walking her to her car. I walked to my bike on the opposite side of the parking lot after she drove away. It would be hard as fuck to ride with the raging hard-on in my pants – I needed the walk to cool the fuck off.

  Riding’ Dirty

  Ruined. It’s the only word that comes to mind when I think of Joseph Gallo aka City McPierced Cock. He ruined me for any other man that could’ve had a place in my future. How could I go back to a boring anybody with a party pickle penis when I had Joey Sex God Gallo?

  Joey made me scream in ecstasy; he’d been the first man I didn’t have to fake it with. His voice alone made my skin break out in goose bumps, his kiss made the world vanish, and his cock – well, it’s just damn unique and felt fucking amazing.

  The idea of punishment didn’t sound terrible coming out of his mouth. Anyone else and I would’ve run for the hills, but not City, he made my body feel like it was on fire. I wanted him to claim every inch of my body. What girl wouldn’t want all the pleasure that would involve? I’d be an idiot not to want it.

  I studied his body as he drove ahead of me on his sexy ass Harley. I c
ould see him watching me at the stoplights and I never wanted the man to have eyes for another woman. He was everything I wanted, but never thought to include in my life plan. His muscles moved underneath his shirt as he hugged the road and gripped the bike. My mind kept replacing my body with the bike as we made our way to his house.

  He became an addiction. He didn’t ruin just my body, but he found a way to make himself a part of my life in a very short time. He invaded my dreams and every thought I had involved him.

  Watching him reminded me of the first time I saw him. I thought he would murder me on that country road. He looked mean and dangerous, but the only causality would be my heart. Did I love him? It’s a strong word to use in such a short amount of time. Could I go without him? Hell. No. Did I want him in my life? Damn straight. Love is a word I reserve for very few people in my life and I wouldn’t mess this up no matter how fantastic his cock moved and how hard he made me scream. Love would come someday if he didn’t fuck me to death first. Death by dick. Didn’t sound half bad.

  By the time we pulled into his driveway, my body buzzed with anticipation. It had been less than twenty-four hours since City had been inside me, but this felt… different. Turning the car off, I stared at him as he climbed off the bike and removed his helmet. He approached my car, his movement was like a lion stalking its prey and I felt my cheeks flush with excitement. He looked handsome. Uniquely perfect.

  His beauty wasn’t only external. He had that nailed at first glance, but internally he was prince charming. Nobody had ever treated me like he did. He had just the right amount of caveman and Casanova to be destructive to a girl’s mind – particularly mine.

  “Come on, sugar. If I have to wait any longer, I’ll fuck you right here in the driveway.”

  Although his words held promise, I’ve never had sex outdoors; I wasn’t ready to check that off my bucket list. Grabbing his hand, I followed him inside the small, white farmhouse. Kicking off my shoes, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

  His soft, wet lips crushed against mine as I gasped and his tongue took that as an open invitation. “I can’t decide which part of your body to assault first.” His tongue slowly glided across my bottom lip. My heart pounded in my chest and he had to feel the rapid pace of the thump. “Do I start with this pretty little mouth?” He nipped my lip causing a small moan to escape with the thought of my tongue wrapped around his cock. “Do I use this in your tight little cunt or your beautiful tight ass?” He squeezed my ass and I could feel his hardness against my stomach. I thought about all the ways he could and would take me and a tingle ran down my spine.

  “Perfect choice. Your mouth it is… to start.” His eyes crinkled from the smile on his face. Fuck, I didn’t make a choice.

  “What? Wait,” I pleaded.

  “Not your decision. Watching you suck that lip in your mouth makes my cock ache to feel your tongue tugging at my piercing. On your knees, sunshine.” The use of the nickname from our first meeting, when my world changed forever, made my insides warm.

  Placing his hand on my shoulder, he pushed me on my knees and I came face to face with his giant bulge. This time I knew what I would see, but it didn’t dull the excitement I felt. Reaching up to unzip his pants, I peered at his face. The grin playing on his lips and the twinkle in his eye made my core pulse. His shaft bobbed and brought my attention back to the task at hand, sucking his beautiful cock and bringing him to his knees.

  I unzipped his pants and began the task of unleashing his hardness. I rarely felt in control when City had me naked, but I felt empowered kneeling before him. Springing free, the tip glistened with a drop of moisture. My mouth watered as I palmed his cock, squeezing it, feeling the heaviness and hardness of his silky smooth erection in my hands. I licked the tip, capturing the wetness on my tongue before taking him fully in my mouth. I loved the feel of the piercing and every time I brought the tip back to my lips, I’d run my tongue over the metal, giving it a light tug. His body quaked with each thrust and pull. His fingers tangled in my hair, He gripped it roughly, trying to control my movement and depth.

  I ignored his grip, welcoming the pain as I controlled the depth and speed. “Fuck, sugar, your mouth feels amazing.” I squeezed his ass and felt a shudder take over his body. Pulsing my grip, I sucked harder and quickened my pace and I squeezed my legs together trying to relieve the ache. He moaned and twitched and I could almost taste how close he was to losing it. I focused my effort on the tip of his cock, running my tongue along the underside, flicking the sensitive flesh and capturing the ring between my lips as I worked his length. “Fuck,” he moaned and he increased the grip on my hair. “Stop, sugar.”

  Screw that. I wouldn’t stop until his body shook, he screamed my name, and I milked him dry. I grazed his shaft with my teeth and he hissed. “Fuck.” I didn’t stop in my relentless pursuit of his release. I watch his face as I sucked and licked like a starved woman on a mission – his eyes were closed, head tipped back, and mouth open. I gripped his ass with both hands, digging my fingernails in his skin, taking him fully in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and tried not to gag. I clamped down on his cock as a moan escaped his lips; driving me forward seeking the moment he’d say my name.

  The feel of his rock hard ass beneath my fingers, flexing and twitching, made me crazy. I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me, but I wouldn’t stop what I started. I felt in charge for once.

  “Suzette,” he hissed as my mouth filled with his release.

  When his body stopped shaking and his cock stopped pulsating, I released him. I grinned at him with his wide eyes looking at me with adoration. Swallowing, I licked my lips and captured a small drop seeping from the tip. His eyes had a twinkle in them as he watched me.

  “You don’t fight fair, sugar,” he said with a shaky voice as he kicked off his jeans.

  “I didn’t see you stopping me,” I said, pushing off the floor. He reached out, grabbed my neck and pulled me to him, as he crushed his lips to mine.

  He felt soft and warm. I wrapped my arms around his neck and soaked in the feel of his hands gripping my waist. He pulled my legs around his waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting the connection. We moved as one toward the bedroom where we began weeks ago – my life had never been the same.

  He leaned over the bed, but my body stayed attached to him like Velcro. “It’s your turn to scream my name, sugar.” He unlatched my hands from his neck, placing them at my side. “Don’t move.” He smirked as he moved down my body, running his finger across the exposed skin of my stomach from the bunching of my shirt.

  His touch felt like electricity, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body as he traced around my belly button. “Elastic?” His words pulled me back into reality after I’d been lost in my dreamlike state.

  “What?” I could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence.

  “You’re wearing pants with an elastic waistband.” He eyed it with curiosity. “Never met a girl that wore dress pants like these.” His fingers grabbed the waistband and released it, snapping it against my skin.

  Oh shit. I had my granny panties on too. I didn’t think I’d see him today. I just wanted to be comfortable since I walked into a barrage of questions about the bruises and busted lip. I covered my eyes. “They’re comfortable,” I said as I swatted his hand.

  He raised an eyebrow at me as he looked the material. “I’m sure. I think that’s why my mom wears them too.” His chest rumbled with a hearty laugh.

  “Fuck off, City,” I chuckled, kicking him with my foot.

  “Watch the goods, princess.” He grabbed my foot as I made another. “I have a fighter on my hands.” He gripped the bottom of my pants and gave them a hard yank exposing my underwear. Fuck.

  “You’re full of surprises today, sugar,” he said.

  “Hello… didn’t think I’d be seeing you today.”

  “Guess not based on your attire.” Smug bastard.

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sp; “This is who I am, City. I’m not a floozy and I don’t like a string up my ass all day while I teach.”

  “Oh no, it’s sexy. The best part about you is that you’re not a floozy. Makes me feel special that you break out the sexy shit just for me.”

  “Well, since it’s sexy then I can stop with all the lingerie when I see you.” I giggled. I’d never do it, but if he wanted to pretend it was a turn on.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you wear, sugar, as long as you end up naked.”

  I didn’t want to be the granny panty-wearing girlfriend to the hot biker. I wouldn’t change what worked. I’d wear my sexy lacy shit when I saw him, but maybe, just maybe I’d throw him for a loop with innocent little pink flowers every once in a while. “You going to shut up and fuck me or sit here yapping about clothing all night?” I snapped.

  “Ooo, I got a feisty one on my hands tonight.” He moved his body, as he covered mine before settling between my legs.

  “You got a horny one that just sucked you off. She deserves a reward and I can think of a million other things you can do with your lips than talk,” I said, running my tongue across his bottom lip.

  Lust filled his eyes as he tugged at my lips with his teeth. He pulled his shirt over his head as he balanced on one arm. I’d never get tired of seeing his body.

  His fingers wrapped around the side of my underwear before he ripped them from my body with one quick jerk. “Hey,” I yelled.

  “I won’t be buying you new ones, so don’t ask,” he laughed before nestling between my legs and licking his lips. The need I felt for him never waned like I’d experienced with other men – it only intensified.

  I closed my eyes as his mouth closed around me and his tongue flicked my clit. The heat of his mouth made me melt into the mattress. I gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to keep my body firmly planted. He didn’t rush as he caressed and sucked every fold and inch of my core. I looked down, wanting to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face between my legs and I was met with his blue eyes staring at me. His eyes never left mine as he brought my body to the point of release. My body glistened as every muscle tensed.