Slick as Ides (34 page)

“Okay, this was all really hot until it turned into
Green Eggs and Ham
, BDSM edition.” I cup her breasts and nip at her lower lip.

“What? I was trying to be creative,” she says, shrugging.

Her tits bounce in my hand, and I laugh.

Until her eyes turn dark and her lids are half closed, and then I make some kind of raspy guttural sound.

I yank her down to lying flat. “You wearing pink is creative enough. I don’t need you to overdo it and break something.” I rub myself all over her.

“Animal’s piss here,” she reminds me, glancing at the deck.

“And Nick comes here in his girl—no exceptions, so you can shut up now.”

“You’ll bathe me after in hand sanitizer,” she warns.

“I’ll hose you down with rubbing alcohol if it means you’ll let me fuck you now—no more waiting.” I bare my teeth at her and growl like an animal.

She giggles, and it makes my cock knock into her hip bone.

I slide down lower, line my body up with hers and consider where else she might be wearing pink.

All at once, I can’t take it anymore.

“I can’t . . . I can’t get it,” I say, trying to rip the rest of her clothes off, but my hands are shaking so bad, I can’t do it. “God, let there be little pink panties in here.”

I bite at her, break my damn zipper on my own jeans and struggle to lower them enough so I can get at her.

She has to help me after she gets her own pants off, and she’s making these breathy, sexy sounds that are so amazing I almost come when her hands brush up against my dick when she releases me from the confines of my clothes.

“Slow down . . . Ah . . . Easy, Nick . . . Goddamn, easy,
easy
. . . Wait a . . . Will you just—oohhh shit!” she says while I rip at her bra, breaking the straps off, and then I have her tits in my mouth while I’m already ramming my dick in her with her panties merely yanked off and shoved aside out of view. “You didn’t see them. They were pink and tiny, you silly bastard.” She laughs in broken gasps.

“No more . . . I can’t wait this long . . . Don’t ever do this to me again!” I grit my teeth and slam into her. “Thank you for the gift, but I can’t stop and admire them when I need to be fucking you!”

I bite her neck, her tits and grip her so hard by the hips, I know there are already bruise marks forming.

“Slow down, you fucker—you’re going to end it before I even get started,” she says, pulling my hair, the laughter gone.

As if that’ll make me stop.

“Can’t. Don’t care . . . Have to fuck harder.” My neck strains and my dick plunges ahead recklessly. “I’ll hit your ass next if you don’t . . . Ahhhhh God . . . I’m gonna . . . Don’t do that,” I warn her as she grabs my ass and bites under my ear really hard. “Fucking woman . . . Gonna make me . . . ”

“Slow . . . I said easy . . . I bruise like a peach.” She bites me harder. “Slow it down, junior.”

“Fuck! God, I missed you.” I thrust harder. “Nothing like you . . . Feel so fucking good on my dick . . . Can’t stop . . . You feel this . . . I know you do. Tell me . . .” I rip my neck away from her lips, suck her tongue into my mouth and angle myself higher above her so I can gain better leverage with my hips.

She reaches down and strokes her clit at the speed she wants.

Whatever. I’m sure she’s getting some good friction from my jeans, barely below my dick and balls. I’ll make sure she comes over and over later. She’ll have more than enough attention and tenderness. She’ll have so much she’ll beg me to leave her be.

She moans and sighs and her breath hitches. Her abs flex. She breaks the kiss, and tendons stand out in her neck as her head tips back.

I’m sure I resemble some goddamn wildcat, fucking his caught prize without consent, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine. She’s under me. Will fuck her how I want—how I have to. There’s no choice. None.

She moans with a strangled cry, and her eyes close tight as she all but rips the hair out at the nape of my neck. My mouth is back on her—breaths pounding into hers.

I release her mouth and get in her face. “Tell me you want me . . . fucking you all the time . . . Tell me you love my cock! God, Jesus, woman . . . Tell me you were dying like I was . . . to be with me.” I stare into her eyes, and grip her chin. I pant hard and give her a harsh, penetrating look. It’s hard to breathe and speak.

There’s a hail storm of emotions in her eyes. “I love you, Nick. And I couldn’t live without you. I tried . . . I made sure my remote worked and the chip inside you was calling you to me, and it brought you to San Diego.”

My eyes go wide. “I thought you swallowed your old chip I reconfigured, and I pushed the button on that pet remote, and made
you
come to
me
?” I blink hard and swallow, still fucking her like a maniac.

She smiles and strokes my cheek. “It doesn’t matter.”

My frenzy kicks up another notch, and I fling her ankles up on my shoulders, grab her tits and jam myself so hard inside her, I can barely inhale.

“Fuck . . . Don’t know what you’re doing to me, my dirty bitch . . . Gotta have this . . . Gotta have you.” I sweat and shake, about to explode inside her. “Seven fucking weeks . . . Of not touching you . . . Of not having this . . . I hate you for that. That’s what mattered. That’s what counts. Taking you away from me, that’s what this is all about.”

She pretends to glare at me, and I speed up the pace to damn near supersonic. “Easy . . .” she almost whispers. “God, I’m . . . I wanna come with you.” She grips her thighs, pushing them together. “You better . . . slow it the fuck down or I’m gonna . . .”

“Oh, shit . . . So tight . . . I can’t last . . . Jesus . . . Too good, and you’re . . . Fuck, you want me. My beautiful girl wants me.”

She nods and bites her lip through a mischievous smile.

“Gonna fuck you all night, woman . . . When you sleep, when you eat . . . You won’t get away again,” I warn.

“I love it, and I love you,” she says, breathless. “I like the idea of . . . Oh, Christ!” She moans and her back arches off the ground because I’ve angled my hips up in such a way, I know I’m hitting the jackpot.

“You like that? You want more?” I taunt. “Good . . . You fucking kill me. So damn gorgeous and brilliant. Can’t think straight without you.”

“Ohhhh . . . more, yes,
more
. . . I . . . Nick . . . squirting’s really dirty . . . but I’m gonna . . .” She makes a dying, whimpering sound at the back of her throat.

“Oh shit! . . . You’re gonna . . . God, yes . . . squirt on me, sweetheart . . . be a nasty slut . . . I wanna . . .
C-cooommme
!” I grunt and strain, and it’s too much, the idea of her squirting on me.

And then I bite her ankle, fling her legs off me, and she’s doing it. Goddammit, she’s squirting all over me, and I come undone.

“Ahhhh . . . Fuck, so hot!” I say through my clenched jaw, my eyes heavy and locked on her gushing pussy.

I come so hard, yet I manage to reach down with my hand and catch spurts of her juices flying out of her.

Once I have some, I’m licking my palm and staring into her eyes, burning for her.

“That’s disgusting . . . It might be pee—and I—” She cuts herself off as I shove one of my fingers in her mouth. Her eyes go wide, and then she cries out. A second later, she’s convulsing, gasping for air and clawing at my chest as she finds her orgasm.

And it’s long, and hard, and dirtier than she is, and I fucking love it.

Her lips wrap around my finger, and she bites me.

“That’s it, come on me, dirty girl . . . You squirt more, and I’ll lick it all up, even if it lands on this pissed on deck,” I say in her face through my clenched teeth.

I yank my finger out of her mouth and hiss at the pain of her teeth, scraping. She growls at me. I pinch her titties, and she milks my cock, finishing off my orgasm. It’s hard to breathe, and I was barely able to say that twisted shit to her, but I had to. She’s worth it.

“Ahhhhh God, you’re trying to kill me for fucking with our dads,” she says, her arms flopping to her sides.

I shove her legs apart, pull out and lick at her pussy, sucking up all the juices she fountained out of her cunt.

Tastes good. Tastes like her. And
me
.

Best.

Cocktail.

Ever
!

Her hips buck at me and her sensitive clit makes her shake as I suckle and lap at her. “I keep trying to tell you—that might be piss. No one knows what a woman squirts—and if you think I’ll kiss you after you’ve—”

I cut that stupid shit off and lunge at her, shoving my tongue in her mouth. “Taste it . . . Tastes good,” I tell her between breathless, spine-melting kisses.

She groans and pulls my hair again.

God, I love it when she does that, so I growl hard and bite her bottom lip.

“It’s not piss . . . It’s you, being my nasty bitch,” I say. “God, you’re sexier than any fucking woman ever.”

“Christ—why do I love it when you say that sick shit to me and call me a dirty bitch?”

“Because that’s what you are—my bitch. I own you now . . .” I smirk.

She reaches down and yanks at my pubes.

“Ow!” I say, pretending to be hurt.

“Big baby . . .” She rolls her eyes. “And I want you to know—this is how much I missed you—I went online, did some research, and taught myself how to squirt for you. I practiced a ton. It’s exactly like urinating. I press down and I—”

“Shut up—I don’t wanna know what you’re doing. Just do it every time, and I’ll worship you every goddamn day of my life.” I press my forehead against hers, trapping her on the ground.

I
am
an animal. I’m almost head-butting her, telling her to release what might be piss and I’ll lick it up.

“But the unsanitariness of it—you have to know, if you’re gonna keep putting your mouth down there,” she says, her voice breaking a little.

“Get rid of that goddamn hair like I told you, and it’ll be a faster, easier clean-up for me, but I’m not gonna let your pussy geyser go to waste, regardless of what you do. I’m slurping that shit up.” I lick my lips.

“Those hairs protect me from getting infections,” she says, rolling her eyes at me.

I slide my forehead across hers. “And I told you, it lowers incidences of crabs. It’s good for you to whack those hairs off at ground level. They’re weeds, getting in the way of my garden. And I need to sow some wild oats.”

She giggles. “You’re such an asshole, and so stupid sometimes.” She pauses and grows serious. “Uh, I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me whatever you want.” I’m damn near giddy after being inside her again. I wondered if I’d ever be able to do that again with her.

“You remember that time I had something inside my vagina? When you broke into my office in my home?”

“What did you
do
?” I blink and stop breathing.

“Well, I wanted to make sure you didn’t have any STDs. I got your semen tested.”

“They use blood and urine to test for that shit, not semen.” I rub my face. “Why’d you do that anyway? You could’ve just asked me for some proof, since clearly you didn’t believe me when I told you I was clean.”

“I know, I should’ve, but I didn’t want to be afraid of anything anymore. And I didn’t know if you’d lie to me or forge some papers, so I went ahead and did it. I got myself tested, too, and I didn’t know how to ask you for a urine sample, so I did this instead. I also wanted to make sure we’re compatible, and we are. Sorry. I hope you’re not mad.” She covers her eyes with her hands.

I pry them off. “It’s fine. Just tell me next time what you’re worried about.”

“Okay, I will, but there’s more.”

“What else?” I grin at her.

“I had it go off like a timer, the vibrator, so I could feel where my G-spot was and so I could learn where to focus when I squirted. I wanted to feel what it would be like when you were thrusting inside me. It helped. I was able to practice after that, but I was too embarrassed to tell you.” She bites her cheeks and sucks in some air.

“It’s fine. You did it for us, you did this for me. If it taught you to squirt, then fucking God, do whatever you need.”

“I also wanted a DNA sample, so I was being tricky. We only had a few seconds to come so the ball inside me could capture it and seal it shut when the timer went off. Seriously,” she pauses and stares at me with fear in her eyes, “you don’t hate me?”

“Sweetheart, talk to me in the future. That’s all I ask. I’m not mad—a little frustrated you’re doing shit behind my back because it means you don’t trust me—but hopefully I can gain your trust over time and this type of thing won’t happen again.” I give her a stern look. “It’s not gonna happen again, is it?”

“No, Nick. It won’t. I do trust you now, more than anyone. So much I have some other things I want to share with you. But they’re all good, and I’m not ready to do it now. Can we do it later?”