Throttle me, p.8
Throttle Me, page 8part #1 of Men of Inked Series
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 nipples 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.
“Suzy, baby, listen to me. Do you like this man?”
“As you would say, did he make your body tingle and make you scream?”
“Yes, more times than I can count.”
“Do you want to see him again?”
“I do, but…”
“Fuck buts, girl.”
“He’s a tattoo artist and lives in an old house. He just doesn’t fit my checklist. He’s a biker, Sophia. What could we possibly have in common?”
“You and your damn lists. If I had a list I wouldn’t have Kayden and Jett. I can’t imagine my life without them either. We can’t always control everything in life, sometimes life jumps up and smacks us in the face.”
“I know, Soph. He scares me,” I whispered.
“Has he hurt you?” She stood and walked toward me with her eyebrows drawn together and her mouth set in a hard line.
“No. I mean, I’m scared I could fall for him. I’ve never been with anyone like him and I want to see him again. I’ve never had that spark and with him it’s like lightning.”
Sophia sat down next to me and grabbed my face. “You listen to me, Suzy. You’re young and have your whole life ahead of you. If you want to be with him, then do it. Stop trying to fit everyone in your mold. Rules are made to be broken. Give the guy a chance, babe. He’s not asking you to marry him, is he?”
“No, he said he’s not asking me to be his girlfriend either.”
“Kayden wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, but here we are, engaged with a baby. Sometimes life doesn’t give us what we’re looking for, but it gives us what is supposed to be. We just have to be willing to take the plunge. Live a little. Take a risk for once.”
I smiled and hugged her. “You’re right, Sophia, but I need some time and distance. So, Kayden still makes you happy even after everything?” I questioned.
“I wouldn’t trade a moment I’ve had with him. He’s everything to me. My life’s complete, Suzy. You need to find that guy that makes you feel whole. The one that gives you a reason to wake up each morning.”
“So I should just enjoy the ‘ride’?” I wiggled my eyebrows at Sophia and laughed.
“In a matter of speaking, yes. Was it beautiful?”
“His dick, Suzy. I’ve never seen a pierced one in person.”
“Oh my god, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”
“I’m so excited for you, Suz.” She bounced on the cushion causing both of our bodies to shake. “When are you seeing him again?”
“Friday night. He didn’t give me an option to say no.”
“Smart man. You’re such a pussy at times – listen to your heart and not your mind for once, got me?”
“Yes, Mom. I understand.”
“Oh and Suzy?”
“Yes?” I turned and looked at the grinning Sophia.
“I want pictures.”
“You’re such a whore,” I laughed as I walked out the door.
Me: Are you in bed?
Suzy: Yes, you?
Me: Yep, just laying here thinking about you. Twenty-four hours until I hear you scream my name again.
We’d been texting all day. I never looked forward to a simple phone call or text from any chick. I ached for her. I lived with a perpetual boner now. We didn’t have an exclusive deal, but the other girls didn’t seem to do it for me anymore. My dick didn’t ache for them. It wanted Suzy and her tight, sweet pussy.
Suzy: What’s your real name?
I thought I told her my name, but maybe I hadn’t.
Suzy: Can I call you Joe or Joey?
Me: You can call me anything you want, sugar.
Suzy: Joey. It suits you.
I never felt like a Joey – it seemed childish and the nickname City seemed to fit me better.
Me: Tank top and PJ pants?
Suzy: Yes. Y?
Me: Just want to know how to picture you as I stroke myself.
Craving the release, I stroked quicker, gripping it in my hand. I didn’t want to come too quickly tomorrow night – I wanted to savor her and feast on her body.
Me: I’m going to picture you with your legs on my shoulders and your beautiful tits bouncing from my dick slamming into you.
I stroked myself as I waited for her reply, caressing the tip, toying with the ring, giving it a tug.
Suzy: That’s sexy. I can’t wait to suck on you. Feel your velvety hardness in my mouth.
Oh, the little girl can be dirty. Time to push the envelope.
Me: Tell me one of your fantasies.
I wanted there to be a bad girl underneath – someone that wanted to get dirty with me. I stroked my shaft slowly and pictured her tight cunt milking me.
Nothing’s easy with this one.
Me: Yes, pick one.
Suzy: I always wanted someone to take me from behind and for him to hold my wrists at my side so I can’t move.
Fuck me, it was a start at least. I wanted to pound her into next week. I wanted her so bad I thought my dick would break in my hand.
Me: What else? More.
Suzy: I always heard choking was amazing.
I stroked my cock faster and harder than I had before. I pictured my hands wrapped around her throat, watching her face turn pink, and feeling her clawing my chest as I rammed my cock into her. The warm liquid spurted, landing on my abdomen before I could stop.
Me: Fuck, sugar. You just made me come so fuckin’ hard.
Me: Are you touching yourself?
I grabbed my shirt off the floor and wiped up the mess that I created lost in my mental fuck fest.
Suzy: Yes! You do things to me, Joey, things I’ve never felt before.
Me: Wait til tomorrow, sugar. Put a finger inside yourself.
No reply. She must be following my command. Fucking perfect.
Me: Don’t type; just watch the screen, Suzette.
Me: I’m going to fuck you from behind and hold your wrists so tight in my grip that your fingers will go numb. My cock’s going to throb inside of you – hit every spot that makes you scream, sugar.
How in the fuck am I getting a boner already?
Me: When I see your body grow flush and dew on your skin, I’m going to wra
Me: Come for me, sugar.
I laid in bed and pictured her touching herself. Down boy – fuck.
Suzy: You’re bad for me, Joey.
Me: Who the fuck wants to be good? Sweet dreams, beautiful.
Suzy: Night, Joey. I’m looking forward to the ride tomorrow night bahaha
I turned off my ringer and stared at the ceiling. I planned to give her more than she could handle and make all of her fantasies come true. Suzy was getting to me and cracking my well-built wall around my heart I’d created after Joni’s death. Air – I need air. I jumped out of bed and put on a t-shirt and jeans. I needed to think and I did that best on the open road or it helped me to just clear my mind.
I revved the engine a couple of times, put on my riding glasses and cracked my neck. The roads were clear and empty of traffic. The cold weather kept most of the snowbirds that traveled south off the roads, especially at night. I kicked the bike in top speed and felt the wind lash my exposed skin and blow through my hair.
I drove for over an hour, winding through the country roads before pulling in my driveway after midnight. My muscles vibrated and I felt exhausted. My mind was too tired to think of anything but my bed.
Grabbing my keys and jacket off the couch, I headed outside. Even though the calendar read October, the air was sticky and the sun made my skin burn, but I knew there would be a chill in the air tonight. Florida’s winters were bipolar. Sometimes hot, sometimes cold – a totally fucking guessing game to keep you on your toes.
I tried to use Suzy’s crazy ass fucking method – I made a mental checklist while I drove. She had pros – fucking beauty, smart as hell, kick-ass career, independent, kind, innocent, but she also had cons. She was too fucking innocent and she could crush my heart into a million fucking pieces. Think, man. She has to have other fucking flaws. I liked the geeky girl underneath the hot, beautiful body. She wasn’t used up and bitter from her experiences.
I walked in the shop early to find Mikey sitting at the front desk rifling through the papers. “Morning, Mikey.”
“Hey bro, how’s it hanging?”
“Little to the left,” I said, adjusting myself.
“Never pegged you for a lefty. Thought maybe down the middle.”
“Fucker, how could it hang down the middle? You need your head checked or some shit?”
“You know, maybe you weren’t blessed with the Gallo family genes. Just sayin.’”
“Dumb fuck. You’ve seen my dick – you pierced the motherfucker for me.” Mikey chuckled.
“I know, fucker. Just yanking your fucking chain. Touchy this morning aren’t we?” I threw my bag next to my chair and walked up to the desk.
“Not touchy, Mike. This fuckin’ girl is stuck in my head.”
Mikey shook his head and started to laugh. “Ah, she’s cracking that cold dead heart of yours?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. I’m seeing her again tonight. What the fuck am I doing, man?”
“Pussy. She got good shit, huh?” He grinned.
“Platinum fucking pussy. Has my brain all fuckin’ jumbled up, man.”
“Never thought I’d see the motherfucking day.”
“Makes two of us,” I mumbled.
“Listen, you want anyone else fucking her?” he asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder. He’s always into love and touching, and it made me bat shit crazy.
The thought of anyone else touching Suzy made me want to fucking vomit or beat the shit out of the bastard. “Fuck no, I want to be the only one inside her. I don’t like sloppy seconds.”
“Well, there’s your answer.”
“Fucking hell.” I shook my head and stared at the floor.
“Doesn’t mean you have to marry her, Joey. Just make sure she doesn’t want to fuck anyone else. Make her yours – take the fucking leap.”
“For once Mikey, you’re right. Fucking miracle.” I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted her and couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching her or kissing her beautiful lips.
“You know I always got your back. It’s been years, man. Joni would want you to be happy,” he grabbed the schedule off the counter as the door chimed and the rest of the Gallo pack walked through the doors. “Would they have been friends – Joni and this girl?”
They had some similarities. Joni would think Suzy was funny as hell and sweet. “Yeah, they probably would have liked each other.”
“She doesn’t want you alone, wherever she is.”
“Thanks, Mikey.” Waiting for everyone to get settled, I grabbed my phone and sent Suzy a message about tonight.
Me: You’re mine tonight, Suzette.
Friday ~ Worlds Collide
The day dragged on and the students were in a foul mood. I needed the weekend to start. When the lunchtime bell rang, I walked in my office, plopping in my chair as I let my head fall back. “Jesus,” I muttered. I closed my eyes for a moment and listened to the stillness in the air since the kids had cleared the building. Two more class periods – I can do it.
I opened my drawer and grabbed my container of leftover pasta and searched for my phone. I hoped City messaged me – I need something to brighten up this shit day. I looked at the screen and my stomach fluttered. I’m his tonight. What did he mean? Sexually?
I never liked to be called Suzette, but the way it sounded coming out of his mouth made my breath hitch. He always seemed to whisper it in my ear or say it against my lips and it drove me crazy. I wanted to hear him say my name tonight.
Me: Only tonight?
Hell, did I just sound needy?
City: All things are possible.
What the hell did that mean?
“Hello. Suzy, you in here?” I heard Sophia’s voice calling from the door.
“In my office,” I yelled, grabbing a forkful of noodles.
Sophia stood in the doorway and made a sound of disgust. “I don’t know how you eat that Ragu shit cold. Bleh.” She scrunched her nose, opening her mouth and stuck her finger inside and pretended to gag.
“Hey Mama Guido, what are you doing slumming it down here?” I stuck the noodle in my mouth and made a face at her.
“Kayden and I were talking and we wanted to know if you and the cock piercing wanted to come over for a barbeque tonight?”
“You just want to molest him with your eyes.”
“No, I don’t. I have my hunk. Kayden still makes me tingle thinking about him.” She made a silly face and shook her body like just the thought of his body brought her pleasure. “I want to meet this guy and see if he’s worthy of my little Suzy. Plus, Kayden could use a little pick me up. Maybe they can be friends and we can double date.” She rested her body against the door with her leg crossed in front of the other and her arms folded. I always had a hard time saying no to Sophia.
“Well, I’d have to ask him. I don’t know what he had planned.”
“Send me an email after you ask him. It’ll be fun. Don’t take no for an answer. You’ve peeked my curiosity about this man that has you all type of insane. I mean, sweetie, I’ve always known you were crazy, but he has you questioning everything in your perfect little mapped out life. I must meet him.”
“Fine, Soph. Let me ask him.”
Me: BBQ at my friends place tonight. You game?
“There, I asked. It’s up to him now. Happy?” I grabbed a huge forkful and slowly placed it in my mouth – anything to gross Sophia out. She was the queen of sauce and meatballs. I missed when the house used to fill with the smell of her cooking and coming home after a long day and Kayden would have something divine on the stove. Now it was me and Ragu against the world.
“Ugh, I can’t stand here and watch you eat that shit.”
My phone chirped. “Wait,” I said as she walked away from my office. “Incoming.”
City: Sounds fan-fuckingtastic. What time
“Um,” I say as I can feel the heat creep into my cheeks. “He wants to know what time we should arrive.”
“He talks all proper like that?”
“Nope, but that’s all your getting. Time please?”
She sighed, “Eight, okay? If you’re gonna be late just let me know, whoreface. Bye,” she said as the door closed behind her.
Me: Sophia said to be there at eight. Pick me up around ten til to be there on time – Sophia doesn’t do late.
I knew that Sophia would take one look at City and practically be doing cartwheels. She’s never liked any man I’d seen since we became friends. I flipped through the paperwork from my mailbox this morning as I waited for City to respond.
City: I’ll be there at six thirty. Be ready for me, because I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock. I have plans for that pussy before we go to the BBQ.
Omg, omg, omg.
Me: I’ll be waiting with bells on.
Five minutes left before the next barrage of hooligans walked through the door. My afternoon classes were murder. They weren’t bad kids, but they were challenging and mentally draining.
by Chelle Bliss / Fiction / Romance / Contemporary have rating 4.1 out of 5 / Based on111 votes