Resist Me(2)By: Chelle Bliss
What more could a girl ask for?
Chapter 1 - Flash is a Dumbfuck
Rolling into Daytona was an unforgettable experience. The entire beachfront was lined with row after row of bikes, babes, and badass boys. Flash and I checked into the shitty, seedy-ass hotel, but at least it seemed clean and had a bed. I chuckled when I caught a glimpse of the old coin-operated machine that caused the bed to vibrate. We’d find a way to make that useful.
After throwing my bag down on the floor, I collapsed on the lumpy mattress. The vibration of the three-hour bike ride still hadn’t left my system as I stared at the brown spot on the ceiling.
“Hey, baby.” Flash crawled on top of me, crushing me with his weight. “I want to taste you before we head out.” He planted soft kisses on my neck before biting down on the tender flesh of my ear.
I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. “You know how I like it,” I whispered, pulling on his scalp. “Do me good.” I pushed his head down my body, not wanting to waste any time.
“Don’t I always?” He licked his lips as he unbuttoned my jeans.
“Mm-hmm. Usually.” I smirked as I lifted my ass, allowing him to slide the denim down my legs.
Flash was a beautiful man. He didn’t resemble the scrawny kid I used to play kickball with at recess. His blue eyes, killer smile, and chiseled body made my mouth water. I was sure I wasn’t the only girl out there who enjoyed his beautifully bent cock—not broken, just curved. It wasn’t too wide or thick, just total perfection. Each stroke hit just the right spot, and I’d never found another one since. It was the reason I always welcomed him in my bed.
He threw my jeans across the room before he nestled between my legs. “No panties,” he mumbled as he kissed the skin on my lower abdomen. “Landing strip too. You know how I like it.”
“Just for you,” I lied.
It was the start of bikini season in Florida. I wouldn’t be caught dead with stubble or razor burn. I pulled my knees up, planting my feet flush with the comforter, to give him better access.
He inhaled, a gleam in his eye. “You smell better than I fucking remember. You have the sweetest pussy, Iz. Fucking fantastic.” Sticking his tongue out, he flicked my clit as he gripped my hips, holding me in place.
A jolt of pleasure shot through my body as I arched my back, pushing my head into the mattress. Warmth cascaded across my body as he latched on to me, sucking my flesh. Letting my knees fall toward the bed, I lay before him, spread eagle and wanting more than his mouth.
His hands slid under my ass as he squeezed it roughly, kneading it with his fingers. He sucked and licked my core while he stared in my eyes. Our gazes were locked as he rubbed his fingers against my opening.
“You’re so wet, baby. I can feel how much you’ve missed me.”
“Stop talking, Flash.” My body was overly sensitive from the long bike ride. The slightest touch of his lips sent tiny shockwaves down my legs, causing my toes to curl. “Make me come and maybe I’ll let you stick your cock in me.”
“I’m taking that shit,” he muttered against my flesh as he thrust two fingers inside me.
I cried out, the pleasure too intense as he latched on to me. He rhythmically sucked and finger-fucked me until I screamed through the breath-stealing orgasm.
“It’s my turn now, Izzy.” Flash patted my thigh as he sat up.
“I said maybe.” I closed my eyes, lost in a post-orgasm haze.
“I’m taking it. No maybe about that shit. I earned it,” he murmured as he nudged my legs farther apart.
I smirked, closing my legs. “You didn’t earn shit. Eating my pussy was your reward.”
“I’ll stick it in your ass, then, but I’m taking something,” he said as he flipped me onto my stomach.
I reached back, covering my ass with my hands. “Oh, no you don’t!” I yelled. Then I felt a sharp sting on my ass as the sound of the smack he’d just landed filled the air.
“You know you want my sweet cock, Izzy. Don’t play hard to get. It’s not a good look on you.”
I laughed into the blanket as the bed sprang back from the loss of his weight. He opened his bag on the old wooden desk next to the television. The man could wear a pair of blue jeans. He looked in the mirror and caught my eye before turning with a condom in his hand.
“Liking what you see, baby?”
“Eh, it’s all right,” I mumbled putting an unimpressed look on my face. I did, but no fucking way would I ever tell him and let my foot off his throat.
With a smile, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down before kicking them off. His cock bobbed as he straightened, waving at me in all its hard glory. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, sheathing his stiff, curved member before walking toward the bed.