Slick as Ides (12 page)

He takes a picture of one of his hands on my right breast next.

“You know I’ll find a way to erase those, don’t you?” I stare at his phone.

“Yeah, I’m sure you will, but the thrill of you trying to hack into my phone has me harder than the bars on your bed,” he says, breath heavy and filled with desire.

My eyes shift to him and go heavy at the way he’s looking at me.

He bites his lower lip so hard, it’s the most erotic, damned dirty thing I’ve ever seen. My God, those teeth—fucking heaven and earth.

“Back to your earlier accusation . . .” He slides a hand up my right thigh. “I don’t have to break into homes and tie women up either, but someone’s been a naughty girl and needs to be punished. That’s why I’m here tonight.”

“Why? Because I turned my chip off and said I’d up the security?” My brows pop up.

“No, because you touched what was mine today to get my attention. You got it. I’m here. You wanted more, and I’m gonna provide it.”

“What is your problem, really? Chip envy? Too many mojitos at lunch today with your Fat Finger friend? Did he decide he was straight after all?” I grin. “Maybe he’ll help you practice for prison. I bet he would. He seems like the desperate type with all that shit he was saying in my car after you stole it. You know what they say about a big dude with a big mouth . . .”

“Such a mouth on
you
, I’m sure you know all about it even if you are a tiny little thing. And I know it’s gotta be good for something other than spouting shit, and since it likes being so dirty . . .” He slides up my body, and before I know it, he’s got his hands boxed around my ears and somehow, he’s got my head tipped back in such a way, it forces my jaw to drop open.

“Suck it. Suck it, and I’ll tell you a little bedtime story I think you’ll like.” God, that voice of his has my toes curling.

I whisper a, “Fuck you!” right as the meatus passes over my lips and lands on my tongue.

I want to gag and scream, “Germs!” but I can’t. And really, for some odd reason, I really don’t want to.

My tongue wraps around the shaft, and as his head pushes in, my insides relax in a way I rarely experience.

Just like when he had sex with me last time—my fears are almost completely obliterated.

I’m doing what I would consider the most disgusting of deeds in terms of bacteria, viruses, and God knows what else, but I can’t stop.

I pull at the ropes on my wrists, and he moans as I suck forcefully at the ridges of his head when he retreats.

“God, that’s good,” he says, shifting his weight so he’s really jamming it straight into my mouth. “Knew that dirty mouth would fucking love my cock. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart—just. Like. This.”

I whimper and shift as well, but I rock from side to side, trying to get closer.

“Listen to my story because I’m only sharing it once.” He slides with ease—slippery inside my watering mouth.

The taste isn’t really pleasant—he’s no Lucky Charm’s—but there’s something about the tanginess, and pungent flavor of him, I adore.

And I’m doing it. I’m really giving a man fellatio, and I’m not awful at it like I feared.

He seems to like it. He’s still hard, and he’s made a few sounds of approval.

I flex my right hand, hoping he’ll release it, since I actually do want to cup his balls and feel the weight of it in my hands.

“There was this girl—this brilliant girl, two years younger than me, and other guys liked her as much as I did, but she intimidated them, so she thought none of them could stand her when they’d back off.”

My eyes light up. He’s talking about me?

“Mmffffuubba taaamaa gah,” I say.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full—fucking rude.” He smacks my cheek, but it’s so light and playful, it makes me smile and want to do it again.

“I didn’t let that get in the way though. I studied with her after school, got to know her, and she was as beautiful as she was smart, but she liked some other jackass. Well, now you and I know she didn’t really like him. She used that poor prick to tease the boy she really had feelings for—
me
. And all the while, I was pining away for her. Well, I got her drunk at a party, really fucking drunk. And in the process, I wasn’t paying attention to how much I was drinking either, but I was still in control, so it still seemed like everything was going well. She even started flirting and acting like she was horny for me.”

I inhale through my nose, and his curly hairs actually tickle my nostrils. My face scrunches up.

He pulls out for a second. “You okay?”

“Itchy nose.” I scrunch it up.

It’s absurd, but he scratches it for me, and after I thank him, he plunges his cock back inside my mouth like this is all commonplace.

I giggle around his girth and don’t care if it’s rude to laugh with a mouthful.

“Where was I? Oh yeah. The best part—she pretends to be playing games with me, something stupid like Truth or Dare, and dares me to get in a closet with her. I of course can’t back down now. I’d be a pussy if I did. So, I go into that closet, even if the dark does scare me. She touches me, she whispers something cute in my ear, and before I know it—
wham
! She’s got me up against the wall.” He pushes his dick really deep to the back of my throat, and my uvula does not like it at all. It protests, and I gag a little. Instead of pulling out, he pushes deeper. “I’m nervous, so nervous in that closet that I’m nauseous, but she kisses me, and it’s so good, I come in my pants. To make matters worse, that dickhead she’s been crushing on, opens that closet, sees the wet spot on my poor boy’s pants and says something about it—about both my lack of money and lack of control. My stomach lurches, and I vomit all over the place, including on her feet.”

His dick makes short, punishing jabs into my throat.

I shake my head, telling him I didn’t know. I never knew he came in his pants. How could I have?

“She refuses to look at me at school from that day on. I try to talk to her several times, even though I’m scared to death to face her after I humiliated myself that way, and instead, I see her talk to
him
more and more.”

I shake my head harder.

No, no! That was so long ago. He’s punishing me for this now?

“But that doesn’t matter, right? That girl doesn’t exist any longer,” he says.

I blink and nod.

He cups under my chin. “Well, that’s not fucking true, now, is it?”

I try to swallow, but he’s still pistoning in and out of my mouth like a fucking freight train crashing through a tunnel.

“Oh, no, she’s still that girl. She shuts me out, says she’ll tighten security to try and keep me out, then she calls some jerk-off, asshat, named Riot. And he’s interested in my girl. Yes, he is.” He grunts. “And that pisses me off. You called him, didn’t you?”

I shake my head, and he slaps my arm a little harder this time than he did my cheek. It doesn’t hurt, and he’s obviously playing some game so it’s harmless, but I’m not sure what to do in response, so I simply stare in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” he hisses.

I stiffen, but keep sucking.

“She tells him she’s going to do nice things for him and even invites him over—to bring her some shitty ingredients to keep her hands clean, when she knows I’d gladly bring her that stuff.”

He means he’d steal it for me and break in to give it to me.

My eyes water, and my throat constricts, yet I like the idea of him constantly trying to break in and get at me. My body thrums with an electric energy, and my pussy clenches for a moment.

“She even tells him gym workouts are working for him. Is he hot?” he asks with a husky, low tone. He strokes my cheeks and pumps his dick in my mouth faster, reckless even. “You said
love
to him—that you loved how he puts up with all your neuroses. What about me? What about what
I
love? I fucking told you already that I love you. Has he?”

I shake my head and choke on my stuttering inhale.

His shift from talking about me in third person to first almost frightens me. My gut tightens.

“That
sensitive
shithead—calls himself sensitive,” he mumbles, “trying to move in on my girl after I’ve looked for you for ten years and finally found you. God, that fucker’s delusional if he thinks I’ll let him snake his way in between us.” His abs flex as his hips tilt, and he picks up the pace even more. “Well, he can’t fucking have you. You’re mine! This shit is
mine
!”

I nod and swallow a little.

He grunts louder than a moment ago and with a breathless sound, dying off at the end.

“Mmanama pfuuda,” I mutter.

He smacks my cheek again lightly, then caresses them and slides his hands into my hair, his eyes soft and following his hands.

“But we both know you don’t want him. You’re just teasing that dick—stringing him along so he’ll do your bidding just like you did so long ago when we were kids. Well that stops now. You want
me
. You want
this
. And his shriveled up cock doesn’t taste this good, does it?” He halts his hips, and his tip hits the dangling piece of flesh at the back of my throat.

I try to swallow once more, but this time, nothing happens. Saliva pools at the back of my throat, almost drowning me.

He pulls out. “Answer me honestly, and I’ll untie that hand, and you can finish me off—make it up to me for cheating on me with that fucking lawyer.”

I swallow. “I don’t want him,” I whimper. “I never have. I’ve made it abundantly clear—Riot knows I’m not interested.”

He wraps his fingers loosely around my throat and leans in good and close. “That’s not what I asked you. Does. His. Cock. Taste. This. Good?” He reaches down, swipes his fingertip across the flaring tip of his dick and smears his pre-come across my upper lip. “Does he?”

“How the fuck should I know? It grosses me out to even consider being near enough for him to breathe on me,” I say, gritting through my teeth. “I’ve never touched him on my own, on purpose.”

His fingers drift menacingly up and down my throat, barely touching me. “Nor will you ever. These lips belong to me. These hands”—he wrangles my right hand free and then makes sure the left is still secure—“do what
I
say. They touch my cock, stroke my balls, and when I tell them to, they hit the right keys and tell me what I want to know.”

“This sounds like some perverted form of blackmail,” I tell him, glaring.

“No. Never blackmail. But you’ll share with me because I own you, and you’ll want to give me everything before long.” He groans. “I’ve wanted you for so long, you’re not getting away.”

I snort a laugh. “I must’ve missed the class required for doormat one-oh-one. Christ, Nick.”

“You did. And that’s why I started with lesson one tonight. Sucking it like a girl trying to redeem herself after talking to another man when she refused me access to her bedroom.” He sniffs at my lips and then licks the remnants he smeared of himself onto me. “And you know I need this shit—that I need
you
. You want me to beg to fuck you, is that it? That’s why you make me practically tear your fucking hinges off your doors to get to you? Stop trying to keep me out. Do that to
him,
not me!”

He stretches his neck, and I frown.

“Ready for lesson two? How to be a gracious host, and be waiting in your bed for me naked? I don’t want you wearing clothes to sleep.”

“Yet, here you are, in my bedroom—fully clothed. And he’s never broken into my home, not once.”

He smirks, and it’s lopsided and devious, like him. “That’s because I’m smarter than that fat fuck. And I’m not gonna wait around for you to unlock that pussy for me. I take it because I know how.”

“You know how to steal, and he’s not fat, you insensitive prick.”

“Suck me now. I don’t wanna hear another word about that slippery bastard, selling you out.” He jerks his body up and shoves his dick back inside my mouth.

I close my eyes, hum and caress his warm, palatable skin with my tongue, savoring the texture, the glide of him and most of all, the unique flavor that is growing on me more and more.

He grabs my hand and wraps it around his balls. I’ve never done this before, so I have no idea what feels good. I tug a little and roll his testicles around like they’re Chinese stress balls.

After a few seconds, he’s moaning like he’s dying.

He leans over, presses his hands into my shoulders, really pushing the weight of his body into me, and giving him some kind of psycho leverage so his dick goes deep, without making me gag.

It’s like he’s bypassing my gag trigger, and making it easier on me.

I breathe deeper, too, which makes no sense since my lungs should be compacted in this position.

Goddammit, he’s a genius.