Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(11)

I ground my hips into his palm, begging for more, as he pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in. I wanted to palm his cock through his jeans, but his body was too long and his crotch too far away. I grabbed his hair, fisting it in my hand and he moaned, causing the vibration against my nipple to push me to the edge. His warm, rough palm stroked my clit as he worked his fingers in and out, massaging my G-spot. Pants and moans fell from my lips as he worked my body like a well-choreographed dance number.

I couldn’t stop my body from twitching as my release crashed over me unexpectedly. I screamed his name as the ripples of pleasure cascaded throughout me. I gulped for air, trying to catch my breath as my aftershocks squeezed his finger and tried to suck him deeper.

“Jesus,” I muttered, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of my lips. I’d never had an orgasm so intense. No one had ever found my G-spot let alone touched it with such skill. I lay panting with my skirt on as he climbed off the bed and began unbuckling his belt.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sugar.” His deep laugh filled the room.

“Oh, um.” My stomach flipped. I needed to move. “No, let me,” I said. He moved his hands away from the metal and closer to the bed. Crawling cat-like, I positioned myself right in front of him and tucked my feet underneath my ass. I unbuckled it slowly, pulling it out of the loops in a teasing motion. Movement caused my eyes to look downward, straining against the restrictive denim I could see a long thick bulge.

“Like what ya see?”

Fuck. “Uh huh,” I said, swallowing roughly. I touched his stomach and slowly slid them down his skin before grabbing for the button. “You sure about this?” I thought I’d turn the tables a bit. He kept asking me if I was sure, but hell I knew what I wanted and it was him.

“Mm hmm,” he said with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he rested his hands on his sides.

He grinned like he knew something I didn’t. A small patch of hair lined the top of his jeans – happy trails indeed. I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them with fingers more steady than I thought possible. The clicking of the zipper passing by each tooth as I took my time made my heart race. I savored the moment, freeing his hard-on. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the soft, dark hair that had been trapped underneath the fabric. His body shook at the contact and his finger tangled in my hair. The denim of his jeans was rough against my palm as I slid them up his massive thigh to palm him. A small bump at the tip gave me pause before I looped my fingertips in the sides, licking a path from his belly button to the zipper.

I tugged the material down his skin as I kept my mouth attached to his abdomen. I backed away as the material slid down and his shaft sprang free. My heart stopped and I sucked in a breath, my eyes growing wide.

Jesus. “What the…” What the f*ck? I stared in wonderment. Not only was the man blessed with a well-endowed member, but also he added to it, decorated it. A large metal loop with a ball hung from the tip. I was eye to eye with it and couldn’t imagine why any man would do that to his body.

“You can touch it,” he laughed. “It won’t hurt you,” he said, moving his abdomen in my direction.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” I reached out and ran my finger across the shiny metal jutting out. “Will I feel it?” I felt like a complete idiot, but I’d never seen one in person let alone had sex with someone that had extra parts.

“It will give you a different sensation at first, closest to your opening… some pressure maybe.”

I didn’t want to touch it with my finger so I stuck out my tongue and licked around the cool sleek hardware. His hips jerked and his shaft lurched from the contact. I reached out and fisted his shaft in my hands, being mindful of the metal protruding from it as I worked it with my hands and mouth in unison. He was rock hard.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I slid it out of my mouth and flicked the piercing with my tongue.

I stopped and looked at him, but didn’t let go. “Did I hurt you?” His head was tipped back with his arm outstretch, still with a handful of hair in his grasp.

“Sugar, you can’t hurt me. Take all of me.”

I smiled at him and the name sugar made me feel all gooey inside. No one had been so forward with me and it made wetness pool against the fabric of my skirt. I inched closer, stroking him, and held him firm in my grasp. His musky scent was intoxicating.


I knew I couldn’t fit the entire thing, but I’d try like hell. I moved forward, allowing more to slide across my tongue, causing his body to tremble and his breathing to turn hard and fast.

“Fuck, baby. That’s the spot. Just like that.” He fisted my hair roughly causing my eyes to water.

I moaned against his cock and he released a shaky breath. I tried to draw him in a little deeper with each stroke of my lips against his warm, smooth skin. I stopped when the metal hit my teeth, flicking it, as his hips shook in my grasp. His hand moved in my hair, pulling and pushing me, controlling the speed as I gagged each time the head hit the back of my throat. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His mouth was opened slightly, his chest heaved from heavy breath and goose bumps covered his flesh. Saltiness caressed my tongue as I worked the tip with precision.

“I want to taste you.” His words caused warmth to pool between my legs and my core to spasm.

“But I’m not done,” I said looking at him confused and my hands stroking his shaft. “Don’t you want me to finish?” My brows knitted together as I looked at him. He grinned and unclenched his fist from my hair.