Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(28)



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.

Suzy: Really?

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 f*ckin’ hard.

Suzy: OMG.

Me: Are you touching yourself?

I grabbed my shirt off the floor and wiped up the mess that I created lost in my mental f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck am I getting a boner already?

Me: When I see your body grow flush and dew on your skin, I’m going to wrap my hands around your throat from behind and apply pressure until you’re gasping for air and milking my cock for more.

Me: Come for me, sugar.

I laid in bed and pictured her touching herself. Down boy – f*ck.

Suzy: You’re bad for me, Joey.

Me: Who the f*ck 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 f*cking guessing game to keep you on your toes.

I tried to use Suzy’s crazy ass f*cking method – I made a mental checklist while I drove. She had pros – f*cking beauty, smart as hell, kick-ass career, independent, kind, innocent, but she also had cons. She was too f*cking innocent and she could crush my heart into a million f*cking pieces. Think, man. She has to have other f*cking 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 f*ck. You’ve seen my dick – you pierced the motherf*cker for me.” Mikey chuckled.

“I know, f*cker. Just yanking your f*cking chain. Touchy this morning aren’t we?” I threw my bag next to my chair and walked up to the desk.

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