Throttled (Dirty Air Series Book 1)

Maya tells her brother she wants to sleep over at Sophie’s suite tonight. But in reality, we planned an all-nighter together after her Tequila Talks vlog, lying naked in the hotel bed.

“You know I don’t want to get with Adriana Lima, right? I needed to say a name.”

She sighs. Not exactly the reaction I want.

“Yeah. But you’ve been with models like her. That’s a lot to compete with when I’m nothing like those girls.”

My bad decisions rear their ugly heads again. Except this time, I want to banish them forever, no longer proud of my shitty past. Pack them away in a cardboard box along with my bad memories.

“Have you googled me?” I roll on top of her. My hand softly grips her chin, stroking her soft skin.

“Maybe. I was curious.” Her eyes look up toward the ceiling.

“Google will be the death of me. Don’t look at that shit. It’s not worth your time or energy when people spin stories to make money.” My lips softly peck at her cheeks between words. “You’re. The. Most. Lovely. Woman. To. Me.”

She giggles at all of the kisses I plant on her face. My lips find hers, my tongue caressing her closed lips, wanting access. I fucking hate when she closes herself off. I slide my hands down her body, wanting her to respond to me. My hands stroke the entrance of her pussy and tease her into giving me what I want.

She moans when I dip a finger inside of her, my dick stirring at her arousal. I deepen the kiss, wanting to show her how I crave and want her. Desire and desperation swirl inside of me. My knee pushes her legs apart and I roll my hard cock against her center. Her groan makes my cock pulse against her smooth skin, her arousal coating my dick as I grind into her. Lust makes my head cloudy, but I need to prove my point.

“I really like you, Maya. I want to spend every day with you, both in here and out there once you let me. Will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

The way she smiles at me makes my heart skip and my dick ache. She pulls me down for another kiss that speaks volumes because who the hell needs words when their body does the talking?

I struggle to stay awake at the sponsor event, another gala where lots of old men open their big wallets. A dime a dozen around here. With age comes less willingness to attend these events, wanting to ditch the moment I arrive because I have no interest in kissing ass. Not to mention how I can’t even have my girlfriend by my side since she hangs out with Santi.

So I do what any horny male would do. I text Maya to meet me in the empty ballroom next door.

She shows up ten minutes later, the darkness of the ballroom cloaking her as she stands near the double-door entrance. Low lighting makes her shape undistinguishable.

“Do you have a public fetish I should be worried about? This is becoming a common occurrence for us.” Her voice sounds low and husky.

“Why don’t you come over and find out.”

She strolls toward me, moving around piles of stacked chairs and empty tables spread throughout the room. My lungs welcome the scent of her shampoo mixed with a light floral perfume. I could get high off the smell of her alone.

She tugs on my bow tie, loosening it.

“I love seeing you in a tux. It’s one of my favorite things.”

I can wear a tux every day if it makes her happy. “I love seeing you naked. But this will have to do for now.” I hiss when I tug up the hem of her lace dress. “You’re not wearing underwear? This whole time?”

She replies with a breathy laugh.

I bite down on my lip. “Fuck me. You can’t do stuff like that. If I had known…”

She shuts me up by kissing me. Lazy, slow. Tantalizingly sweet—so fitting for her. Her hands run down my chest before they land on my belt. Her hoarse voice whispers in my ear, my spine tingling at her boldness. “We don’t need this right now.”

Our heavy breathing echoes off the walls, mixed with my groan as the belt’s metal buckle hits the floor. Maya undoes my zipper slowly. My cock stands to attention with pre-cum seeping from the tip. She pulls my dick out of my pants, her thumb brushing against the pearly drop.

I groan. “Shit.”

“Sh. You’re too loud,” she says before stepping away and pulling a condom from her purse.

Her preparedness makes me smile. “Thought you’d get lucky tonight?”

“I expected it.” Her eyes gleam at me.

“Always dreamed of fucking the sass out of you.” I push her up against the wall, done with talking.

My lips find hers while my hands stroke her core, pulling a gasp from her. It doesn’t take much work with her, and I love it. Love the way she pushes me for more. To feel, to live, to breathe her in and never let her go. To keep Maya all to myself because fuck the world, they don’t deserve her. Shit. I don’t either. But I can’t help my selfishness, the possessiveness I feel around her. A desire to mark her up and leave a trail of bruises from my lips. To bring her over the edge before pulling her back up, shattering around my dick the same way she smashes into my walls.

She puts the condom on me, rolling it along my shaft, making the simplest things look erotic.

I lift her up and her legs wrap around my waist. Maya’s thighs clench around me, squeezing me the same way invisible hands grip my heart. But I don’t want her to let go. She can take over my whole life with a smile on her face and I’d thank her for it. Her back hits the wall as my lips find hers, smashing, nipping, and tugging at the soft flesh.

I slide into her slowly, wanting to enjoy the sensation of the first thrust. My eyes close when my dick is fully sheathed inside of her. Her breathy sigh pushes me to move after what feels like a full minute of me regulating my breathing.

I pull out to the tip before sliding back in with an unhurried pace.

“Oh God. Noah.” Her hands claw at the back of my tux.

My lips move to her neck, finding the spot that drives her crazy. I suck and mark her because I want every fucker to know she drives me wild.

“You’re soaked for me. Does it turn you on knowing anyone could walk in on us right now? Find me fucking you against a wall. They might want to watch. Shit, I would.”

I squeeze her ass when she tries to lift herself up.

“No,” I growl. “I’m in charge.”

Thank fuck I work out every damn day and she doesn’t weigh much because I don’t want to break our connection by moving us to a table. At least not before her first orgasm. Turns out I tend to be selfish everywhere but in the bedroom.

“It’s too much.” Her strained voice makes my dick pulse inside of her. I get what she means. Our relationship is more than a physical attraction, not limited to a lust-induced fuckathon. I don’t fear the emotional tie linking us, instead choosing to embrace it because I’m the only one who fucks her and loves her like this.

Love. One word I didn’t understand until Maya.

We intensely gaze into each other’s eyes as I slide in and out of her, pulling a few moans from her while she tugs on my hair. Sex has never felt this close for me. Like Maya chips away at my exterior, leaving a piece of herself behind forever.

My lazy tempo continues. I want to brand her, make her mine, drive her as crazy as she makes me. She comes the first time when I brush against her G-spot. I hold her while her body shakes, gripping her ass, and not letting go.

I live for hearing her yell out my name and bringing her pleasure. Obviously, I’m an egotistical bastard, but she likes me anyway, so be it.

I eventually increase my pumping, hitting her in all the right places while I struggle to keep my own orgasm back. She needs to come again because I crave it more than my own. Like chasing a high.

“Yes. Just like that. Fuck, Noah.” Her hands run through my hair and tug at the root. I love how she tells me what she enjoys, encouraging me and feeding my self-esteem all at once.

“You’re stunning when you come. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything as perfect.” I leave a searing kiss on her plump lips.

I carry her to an empty table nearby that looks sturdy enough, needing to adjust my angle. One of my hands finds her clit while the other palms the material over her breasts.

“Do. Not. Stop,” she says between my thrusts.

I groan at her request, my dick throbbing inside of her at the desperation in her voice. My pace becomes quicker and messier. A mix of her pants with my deep inhales ring in my ears. Her eyes meet mine, half open and hazy, a masterpiece of lust and love.

And with a few sweet words of encouragement, she explodes around my dick again, milking me. Her nails scratch at the material of my tux. Fuck if that’s not sexy.

My dick slides easily in and out of her, her arousal coating me. I increase the pressure and pace. Hurried thrusts match my limited sense of control, becoming more rushed with each push. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. I detonate inside of her with a roar of pleasure, my spine tingling at my release. Lazy pumps until I have nothing left to give.

My body relaxes and I lie on top of her, both of us catching our breath.

“I think you shave off a year of my life every single week,” her voice croaks.

“What a year well spent.”

Her chest shakes under me, and I smile into her neck.

We both take care of ourselves. I help smooth out her hair while she fixes my bow tie. We’re quite the pair, she and I.

“I have one last request.” I grab her hand. She glances up at me, her curiosity apparent. “Will you dance with me?”

She nods her head enthusiastically while shooting me a radiant smile.

I pull up the music-streaming app on my phone before placing it down on one of the tables. Thomas Rhett’s “Die a Happy Man” croons through the tiny speakers, loud enough for us to hear. My hand grabs hers as I pull her toward an empty area. With one hand on the small of her back and the other wrapped around her hand, I sway us to the music.

This is the best I can get for now since we can’t dance together in public yet. The moment feels fitting after the sex we shared, her head lying against my chest as we move around in a small circle. I kiss the top of her head before I spin her around.

She unabashedly throws her head back and lets out a sultry laugh. I make it a goal to make her laugh like that every single day of the rest of my life. She turns me into a sappy motherfucker who can’t help it around her, endlessly searching for ways to make her happy and satisfied.

I gather up courage as the song continues because I want to let her know. Because I never want another day to go by without her hearing it.

“I love you.” My voice rasps over the music.

Maya always looks beautiful to me. But the moment I admit I love her? She gives me what is hands down the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen, one meant only for me.

I keep saying that. But I’ll never forget this one.

“I love you, too.” Her voice carries over the sweet melody.

I pull her in close after she says the three words I’ve wanted to hear for weeks, committing the moment to memory.