Without me, p.5
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       Without Me, p.5

         Part #5 of Men of Inked series by Chelle Bliss
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  Question answered, I gripped the side of her shirt and pulled. The delicate material ripped, coming apart in my hand, and caused her to shriek.

  “Shh,” I said as I dropped the cloth to the floor.

  I glanced down at her ample breasts, which were peeking out over the top of her bra. They’d been made for me—or at least, I liked to think so. The bra she had on, white to match her top, was a stark contrast to her skin. The lace covered her tits, but I couldn’t miss her hardened nipples as they called to my mouth.

  She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but I pulled her arms to her side. Then I dropped to my knees and brought my face level with her bountiful breasts. Leaning forward, I locked my fingers with hers and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She quaked as I sucked the stiff peak into my mouth.

  “Anthony,” she cried out, gripping my fingers like a vise.

  “Mmm,” I moaned into her flesh.

  “Oh, God.” She arched her back, thrusting her chest farther into my face.

  When her body rested flat on the door, I released her hands and gripped her waist. Holding her in place, I took my time and gave each breast equal attention. Her fingers knitted into my hair. I could smell her, the need she felt for me rivaling the want I had for her. No longer could she deny what we had. The urgency couldn’t be stopped by anything but a complete and thorough fucking.

  After using my nose to trace a path down her stomach, I ran my lips along the edge of her pants. Her skin burst into goose bumps as I planted light kisses onto her flesh. I slid my hands across her abdomen to the button hiding my salvation.

  “Anthony,” slipped from her lips as I started to unfasten her pants. “Wait.”

  Stilling my hands, I laid my forehead on top of her stomach, trying to catch my breath. “Max, I want you more than anyone in my life.” I kissed her. “Please don’t stop me now. I have to fuck you.”

  “Don’t stop,” she mumbled, pushing my head down with the palms of her hands.

  I went back to the task at hand. As the button busted free, I tucked my fingers into the top of her pants and tore them down her legs. The top of her matching white lace panties made my stomach do a backflip. Fuck, my entire body was celebrating.

  As I slipped her pants lower, I ran my nose down the front of her panties and inhaled. There was something about the smell of a woman. The hint of musk and sweetness had always brought me to my knees—just like I was in that moment. It gave me a high, making me lightheaded and dizzy. The only thing that could bring my mind back to any sense of normality would have been to taste and fuck the very thing that caused the weakness—Max.

  Leaving her pants at her ankles, I shimmied her panties down her legs. Then I roughly gripped her thighs, spreading her open as she slid down the door. My tongue darted out, finally tasting her pussy.

  Her arousal filled my taste buds and caused my mouth to water. It drifted across my tongue and drove me forward. One taste wasn’t enough. When I went home tonight, I wanted to still taste her and have her scent on my face. There wasn’t a part of my body, or hers for that matter, I didn’t want to have lingering for hours as a reminder.

  I used my tongue to part her as I ran it deeper into her pussy. She moaned and pulled on my hair to the point that it stung, sending a spark down my spine. My cock ached as it grew inside my jeans, which were now too tight to handle the package they contained.

  This wasn’t the time to think of myself and be a greedy bastard, though. I had to get her to the point of no return. The vehemence with which she’d denied her attraction toward me and the coldness she had displayed could slither into her mind and bring the evening to an end. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.

  Even though I could feast on her for hours, I needed to bring her to the brink. As I captured her wetness, I circled her clit. When I sucked it into my mouth, her thighs trembled in my grip. While using my hands to steady her, I assaulted her clit, sucking and flicking with my tongue until she began chanting, “Yes!”

  A vocal woman is a pleasure to fuck. There’s never a time when you have to second-guess if what you’re doing is working for them. Each woman has a different way they like to be handled. Some want soft while others need rough. Experimenting was fun, but finding the perfect rhythm was key. With the way Max moaned, chanted, and screamed, I knew I was on target.

  Wanting to add something more to the face-fucking I was giving her, I released one hip, moving my hand between her legs. I ran my fingers through her drenched pussy, massaging her outsides. As her body shook, I tightened my grip on her right thigh and held her upright. Nothing would stop me now. I pushed one finger inside as I continued to play with her clit using my mouth. The heat of her pussy surrounded me as I thrust it in and out.

  “More,” she grunted, pushing herself down onto my hand.

  I lightened the pressure of my mouth on her clit. I’d give her what she wanted, but not without a little begging.

  “More,” she repeated. Her fingers pulled at my hair as I teased her.

  Not wanting to be a total asshole, I complied. Sliding a second digit inside, I slowly felt every inch of her insides. Her pussy molded to my fingers, taking their girth with ease.

  “Yes,” she began chanting again as I picked up the pace, stroking them inside of her repeatedly.

  I sucked harder, pummeled her with my rigid fingers, and held on to her body as I ate her pussy. God, it was spectacular. The only thing I regretted was not being able to see her face from this position. I wanted to watch her come apart from the orgasm I knew would rip through her body and break down her defense.

  Just as her pussy started to quiver and draw my fingers deeper inside, I stopped and pulled my fingers out. I had to see her face when she came. I wanted her to see me as badly as I wanted to see her. She needed to remember who was giving her the orgasm, the way I felt inside her as she came apart in my arms.

  “Don’t stop. What the fuck are you doing?” she said as she pushed my face into her mound.

  “I want to see you when you come,” I murmured on her clit, feeling the shock waves of need and lust that were so close to breaking free reverberate on my lips.

  “You can look at me afterward. You can’t leave me like this,” she whispered, glaring down at me as I peered up at her.

  “I won’t leave you like this. I plan to”—I licked her forcefully and felt her body jolt—“fuck you until you can’t breathe anymore and you beg me to stop.”

  She pulled me up by my hair and I rose to my feet. Her lack of shyness had my dick throbbing for release.

  “Let’s get to it, then,” she said as her hands dropped to my shirt.

  “You’re so romantic.” I laughed, letting her remove my shirt.

  “Fuck,” she hissed as I stood before her bare chested. “Do you have any body fat?”

  I shook my head, happy that my body had finally caused her to have a reaction. At the bar, she’d acted so unimpressed and indifferent. Alone, as I stood shirtless before her, she had an entirely different opinion.

  After she tossed my shirt, she settled her hands on my pecs. The warmth of her palms scorched my flesh, causing my heart to beat uncontrollably. What had she done to me? I’d never been like this. So fucking needy that I wasn’t acting like myself. Usually, I didn’t care if I saw them come, but for some reason, I wanted to see her explode from my touch. This wasn’t about getting my rocks off. No, this was something entirely different, and I wasn’t sure I liked it one damn bit.

  She drifted forward, running her tongue across my SOUL tattoo. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of her as she explored my body. It was my turn to sway as the dizziness of the need I felt increased.

  As her hands trailed down my stomach, catching on the ridges of my abdominal muscles, my cock jerked. It silently begged to be touched, feeling ignored and angry as fuck.

  When her fingers fumbled with the zipper on my jeans, I said, “I have to warn you.”

  She glanced up with her eyebrows
knitted together in confusion. “About what?”

  “Well I…” I blew out a breath and suddenly felt unsure of myself. “I…”

  “You don’t have an STD, do you?” she mumbled on my skin.

  I shook my head, wondering how the fuck to say it. I’d never given a woman a warning before, so why in that instant did I feel it was necessary?

  “I’m really well hung,” I said, feeling a sense of pride. I’d seen plenty of dicks in the locker room, and I’d seen my brothers’. Not one of them held a candle to the package I was carrying. They were mere child’s play, while I was all man.

  “Well, aren’t you cocky,” she whispered as she started to giggle.

  “Quite literally, I am.” I laughed and shrugged one shoulder. “You’ll see.” I looked down at her and winked. “I have a little something for your pleasure.”

  “Oh, like Trojan,” she teased, and rolled her eyes.

  “If you think you’re woman enough to handle it, go ahead,” I said as I rested my hands on my hips.

  I wouldn’t give her a heads-up about the hardware I was sporting. I’d let her explore it for herself. It was shocking the amount of women who didn’t have any experience with cock piercings, but it always gave them a thrill.

  As my pants slid down my thighs, she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. “What the hell is all that?” she asked from behind her palm.

  “I warned you.”

  “What did you do to your beautiful cock?” Her glance shifted between my dick and my eyes as she gawked.

  “You don’t like it?” I asked as her fingernails raked across my shaft.

  “I do, but you have metal hanging off your junk.” She flicked the ampallang with her finger, sending a shot of pleasure down my shaft.

  My dick jumped, responding to her touch, as she slid it through her palm.

  “Jesus,” I moaned, needing the release before my balls exploded.

  When she lifted my dick, her hand froze. “Another one?” she asked.

  I smiled. “Trust me, Kitty Cat. You’re going to fuckin’ die when you feel it inside you.”

  She dropped to her knees, bringing my dick near her face as she inspected the hardware. I stood there with my pants down, fully exposed and loved every fucking minute of it.

  “It’s just so…much,” she whispered, inching closer.

  Her hot breath hit the tip of my cock, and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t keep them open. With her face so close to my dick, all I wanted to do was grab her by the hair and jam it down her throat. I needed to push down that urge to face-fuck her. Squeezing my hips, I focused on the bite of her nails sliding across my skin and tried to ignore the warmth of her hands and breath as she explored my body.

  She slid my shaft in her palm. “You are impressive, Anthony. You didn’t bullshit about your size.” She licked her lips as her eyes shot to my groin.

  “I don’t overestimate my size when I’m about to fuck a chick. It’s something you can’t hide, no matter how well you move,” I said through gritted teeth. My patience and ability to keep my focus off the feel of her was slipping. “If you don’t start sucking, I’m not going to be able to control myself, Max. Put it in. Let me feel that hot, wet mouth slide on my dick, baby.” My fingers snaked into her hair, coaxing her face closer to my shaft.

  She giggled, maybe loving the torture she had to know she was inflicting on me. I pressed the tip to her mouth, shaking my hips as I rubbed it into her soft lips.

  “Open up,” I commanded, pushing it into her mouth before she could protest.

  I blew out a breath, feeling a shock wave of pleasure pass through my system as my dick glided across her tongue. The softness mingled with the wet warmth made me weak at the knees. Even if she couldn’t suck a dick worth a damn, I could stay just like this and be satisfied.

  As she pulled the tip deeper into her mouth, the piercing touched the arch in the back of her mouth, catching on it. She adjusted and drew it in farther until it touched the back of her throat. My balls grew heavy as the clouds parted, and I swear to Christ I heard angels sing. She could deep-throat. Not even a gag as she took me as deep as she could. I always believed that, if you found a deep-throater, it wasn’t a number you wanted to lose.

  “Fuck me, Kitty,” I groaned as she withdrew my dick until just the tip remained.

  She licked the tip, paying special attention to the piercing.

  “Just like that,” I said as my hips twitched. If I weren’t careful, I wouldn’t last five minutes.

  She moaned with the tip of my cock on her lips, drawing it back into her mouth until it nudged her throat. The long strokes made it easier to hold out, but I felt my control slipping. The orgasm I needed was simmering below the surface and clawing at my insides to escape.

  The next time, she dragged her teeth across my shaft until the metal of my piercing clinked on her teeth. Her hand slid up my thigh and cradled my balls. Then I tipped my head back as it was my time to cry out in ecstasy.

  “Your mouth feels fuckin’ amazing. Oh, God. Don’t stop.” I gripped her hair harder, pushing my dick a little farther down the back of her throat. I felt her esophagus constrict, adding an extra level of sensation.

  When I felt an added pressure on the bottom of my length, I peered down at her. She had a finger in her mouth, applying pressure and crushing the underneath of my shaft. As she pulled my dick from her mouth, her finger slipped out and glistened in the light.

  I closed my eyes again, not caring about anything but the feel of her mouth on my skin. I didn’t care what she did as long as she didn’t stop. When I had done that to her earlier, I hadn’t thought about payback. It might not have been my brightest move.

  When her damp finger pushed into my asshole, I peered down at her with raised eyebrows. It wasn’t that I wasn’t into that, but most women weren’t. Often, it was too kinky for them, and I never went as far as asking outright for it. Max didn’t need the prompting, as she peeked up at me with my cock buried in her mouth.

  I smiled down at her before closing my eyes again, guiding her head into a faster rhythm. As her finger slipped inside, she found my prostate and began to stroke it. Between her mouth and the way she massaged my insides, the sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t last. I wouldn’t last.

  Nothing else in the world existed. Just Max and me as she literally had me by the balls, sucking me off to perfection. The pressure of her finger amplified everything, causing every muscle in my body to tighten.

  “Christ,” I whispered, unable to lift my head. All the energy I had was being used to stave off the orgasm that was ready to break free and alter my world forever. There wasn’t anything normal or basic about the blow job or Max. She was fucking me, and not just with her mouth.

  She bore down and picked up the pace. I became lost, my mind hazy from the feel of her mouth and her finger. Unable to take it any longer, I tensed and rode the wave. Releasing the pent-up frustration, the need I felt for her, and the lust she made me feel, I came in her mouth. As I groaned through the pleasure, my body jerked, raked by aftershock after aftershock of pleasure.

  I’d like to say that I held out and came inside her, bringing her to orgasm at the same time, but it would be a lie. I was a selfish prick, after all. Changing who I was at my core wouldn’t be an easy process—even when it pertained to Max.

  I was a dog, too old to learn new tricks, no matter whose mouth was latched on to my cock.

  After I caught my breath and my limbs no longer felt like jelly, I pulled her up by the arms and kissed her. Our arousal swirled together, mixing in our mouths as our tongues tangled. The scent along with the taste surrounded me, making me want more.

  I could lie and say that I instantly hardened and began to fuck her, but even though I claimed to be a beast in bed, I knew I wasn’t fucking Superman. I spent the next thirty minutes teasing her breasts and eating her pussy like it was the finest meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant. Even though I was sated, I still wanted more of he

  While driving her over the edge time and time again, using nothing but my fingers and my mouth, I felt myself harden. Once I was ready to slide inside her and find out if it felt like home, I grabbed a condom from my back pocket, but I wanted to fuck her in the bedroom.

  Without breaking my cunnilingus-athon, I carried her to bed with her knees over my shoulder and my mouth attached to her cunt. I didn’t let walking get in the way of me eating her pussy. Although she protested at first, she grabbed my legs and enjoyed the ride.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur. I didn’t know if the alcohol was causing my memory to be fuzzy or if I was becoming intoxicated and consumed by my lust for her, but the sex was explosive and heavenly.

  Those weren’t words I used often when describing sex with a girl. But Max wasn’t any girl. She was the girl. Once I sank my dick inside her, I knew I was doomed.

  I knew I’d become one of those pussy-whipped heaps of flesh I’d described my brothers as before Max.

  After Max had entered my world and fucked with my head along with my body, nothing else was the same.

  If I had known where she’d lead me, maybe I wouldn’t have taken the first step on this journey. I might not have chased her and placed myself in her path, giving her no option than to confront her feelings for me.

  No matter how hard the journey was and no matter what an asshole I’d been in the past, I wanted her to like me. Trying to find a way for her to accept and reciprocate the feelings I had for her would be the challenge.

  Only I, asshole and cocky fucker to the masses, would fall in love with the one woman who wanted nothing to do with me.

  Not even after breaking down her walls and catching a glimpse of what could be. She shut me out, tossing me aside like a piece of trash.

  The morning after I’d found my way into her house—and, ultimately, into her pussy—she didn’t wake with a warm attitude.

  “I think you should go,” she said as I rolled over and looked at her.

  I didn’t know what to say as the words soaked in. I’d never been thrown out or excused by a woman. Never.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I have to get to work. It was fun, but I need you to leave.”

  “What?” I repeated, still not accepting that her attitude had changed since last night.

  I’d thought I’d made headway, that things could be different. I’d really believed that maybe we could date or I could at least take her to dinner. What the hell was I saying? Maybe I’d been drugged the night before, because usually, I’d be elated to have a free pass to leave. In that moment, it just plain sucked.

  “Thanks for the good time, Anthony. Last night won’t happen again.” She slipped her arms through the sleeves of her robe and tied it shut. “So I need you to get dressed and go home.”

  It was like she had asked me if I wanted coffee. The enormity of the situation was lost on her. If it wasn’t, she didn’t seem to care.

  I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “You’re throwing me out?”

  “Yes. Get your ass up and leave.”

  I shook my head. Maybe I was still dreaming. Yeah, that had to be it.

  Reaching down, I pinched my skin and instantly felt the burn.

  Totally not sleeping. Fuck me.

  I was yesterday’s news and today’s trash.

  “Last night meant nothing to you?” I asked as I crawled out of bed and searched for my clothes.

  Goddamn it. All of my clothes were in the living room, sitting in a pile by the front door. I’d have to stand here and have this conversation naked.

  “Yes. It was nice, but that’s all it could ever be. I don’t have time for anything more. I refuse to see you again. We wouldn’t work. You’re an asshole and I’m emotionally unable to have anything more than a meaningless fuck.”

  “You’re a cold bitch, Max. Last night…” I stopped speaking, swallowing hard, in shock at the words that were about to come from my mouth. “Last night was the first time I actually felt something more than just a cheap thrill for someone. We’re different, Max. I want more. For the first time in my goddamn life”—my voice grew louder, to the point that I had started to yell, as I moved toward her—“I want fucking more!”

  “I can’t!” she yelped as she backed up, staying out of reach.

  “You can’t or you fuckin’ won’t?” I said, not willing to just chalk it all up to a night of fun. I’d had enough of those to know the difference.

  “I won’t!” she yelled back, finding her footing. The confident woman I’d met in the bar had come back to life.

  “Max.” I reached out to her as my voice grew softer. “Just see me again. Please.” I waited like an idiot.

  “No! I can’t. I won’t. Now, get the fuck out. If you don’t go, I’ll call the police,” she spat. Then she stormed toward the bedroom door.

  As she opened it, I caught her by the arm and pulled her backward. When she swung, trying to strike me in the face, I captured it in my grip. “Don’t,” I said, staring down at her and holding her captive.

  “I can’t!” she yelled, her nostrils flaring. Then her mouth set in a firm line.

  “You can. Please, Max. I can be a better person.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying.

  “Even if you weren’t an asshole, Anthony, I can’t see you anymore. Get your fucking hands off me. I’ll scream bloody murder and my neighbor will call the police.” Her fiery gaze bore into me.

  I released her and lived to fight another day. “Fine. You have it your way—for now. I’m not giving up on you so easily. I’ve never chased. Never!” I yelled as I walked out of her bedroom to find my clothes. After I dressed, I turned and found her watching me. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever met worth
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