Slick as Ides (23 page)

“You’re wearing it—you kept something of mine,” I growl, biting her belly.

“You have my hoodie,” she reminds me.

“I threw that shit out. It’s not like I could do anything with that black bag of a shirt,” I say, sucking, licking and biting harder. Flesh. I want it. My mouth craves a deeper taste.

“You mean you don’t masturbate on it every night and hold satanic rituals in my honor?” She laughs, and her tummy shakes.

“Nope—I reserved that for your torn up panties and bra. Now that was worth preserving.” I smirk and lick my lips.

“I hope they burn on accident when you get them near a candle. Cotton’s flammable.”

“You think this is funny?” I tickle my fingers down her pussy. “You think I don’t break every night I don’t have you wrapped around me? My dick can’t take it—my heart even less so. I need you, Ides. Stop fighting me. Stop breaking me. Fuck me now.”

She moans, and her eyes slide up in her head. “Shit, I need to . . .”

“No. Nothing else matters. I want your come on my hands, your tits in my face—and if I don’t get it, I can’t guarantee I won’t kidnap you and take you away. There’s not much I won’t do to have you.” I glide up her body. “You really don’t wanna push me on this. I’m serious—I’ll take you away from this shitty place.”

“You could try,” she says, giggling. She grips my shoulders.

“Woman, don’t test me. I’m ready to snap, and it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“But
you
are . . .” Her fingers drift through my bangs and her eyes follow her hands. “So pretty, Nick. I could look at you all day long. I’ve found pictures of you that I’ve put on each of my new phones so I can remember . . .”

I tip my chin up and kiss the corner of her hand. “Oh yeah? Tell me, baby—remember what?”

“How you look at me and the way your husky voice grazes over my skin when you say my name while you come. It raises goose bumps on my skin, and instead of scrubbing it away, I actually try to smell it. It’s like you’re kind of embedded in my skin. There’s this faint trace.” She holds her forearm up to my nostrils. “Take a whiff.”

I grin, and when I inhale, she suddenly rams her knee up behind my balls, flips me over, and there are goddamn cuffs around the legs of her desk that are now hooked to my wrists.

“Hey, that’s my move,” I say, grunting from the echo of pain in my sack.

She didn’t really hurt me bad—mostly just shocked the hell out of me, but still . . . She’s not playing fair with my boys.

“
Was
your move. Riot told me you’d go to extreme measures. Now sit like a good boy while I finish this up. It’s time sensitive, and then I’ll suck you off however you want,” she says, a twinkle in her eyes.

I can
not
believe this.

She sits down in her chair, puts one of the legs between my head and arm.

Every few seconds, she leans over and coos, “So sexy. I may not be into bestiality, but you look good down there like a loyal pet. And I haven’t even gotten you neutered yet.” She snickers.

“I need my boys, so that’s never a funny joke. And right now they’re pissed at you for manhandling them with your knee like that. It’s time you kissed and made up with them.”

“It’s
funny
when I’ve got you at my mercy.” She moves her toes closer to me and strokes my ribs with the pad of her foot. “And you’re a hoot when you’re acting all hurt and pouting.”

I stare at her like she’s truly fucked up right now.

She types away on her keyboard and fiddles with the metallic thing from earlier.

“Dare I ask why my dad has one of those down his kitchen drain while you’re here fucking around with another one?”

“No, you daren’t.” She smirks when she uses that silly term at the end. “I can’t answer what’s going on anyway. Just know I’ve got it under control, and I’m not the one that gave it to him.”

“Then who did?”

“The person responsible,” she supplies, voice disinterested.

“Responsible for what?”

“For stopping me months ago.”

“Are you okay, Ides? Seriously, are you that hard-up you can’t think straight? I’m still fully erect even after your Charlie’s Angel’s move on me. Get down here, gorgeous, and fuck me all you want. Have an orgasm or four. I don’t fucking care, just get down here now!” I yank at my restraints, but they’re not budging.

She caresses the length of my cock with her toes.

“Not yet. I told you—time sensitive. I’ll get to you very soon, I promise.”

“Fucking douche-bag Riot. This is his fault,” I say, stretching my neck up to see.

She pushes my head back down, shoves a finger in my mouth.

“Since you seem to be orally fixated today, I’ll give you something to do. I’m done on the keyboard right now anyway.”

A few mouse clicks, a few grating sighs from her that sound like she’s in pain, and then she kicks her chair away.

She straddles me but hovers her pussy high enough I can’t reach it.

“Please, Dena, don’t . . . I can’t fucking wait. I’m dying to have you. Do you know how crazy you make me? Broken laws and endangering myself mean nothing to me when it comes to being with you.”

“Patience, and it’ll all go away. I’ve got a plan.”

“So do I, and it involves a lot of come and you screaming my name,” I say, nipping at her arm.

She strokes my cheek.

“I’ll get ready for you, and then I’ll be right back.” She stands up, grabs her item off the desk and heads out of the room.

“Ungah!” I howl.

She’ll hear Riot. She’ll leave me here to rot and save him. That’s what she’ll do.

A few moments later, I hear the door to the garage open.

Fuck.

I’m naked and cuffed.

I wriggle and try to get out of this predicament, but she cuffed me real tight.

“This was not what I had in mind from my sexy girl,” I say, grinding my teeth.

I flop back and forth.

“You’re so mean to him,” she says, standing in the doorless entry with shorts on now. I glare at her covered pussy.

“He deserved it, the prick.”

“I sent him away. He’s traumatized, thanks to you.” She smiles.

“That’s always the plan.” I kick my legs.

“You don’t deserve to be sucked, you naughty boy.” She sashays over to me, bends over and strokes my cock with the lightest of touches.

“Please . . . Ides, you don’t wanna mess with me. I can’t take it—fucking ride me already!” I snap my jaws at her.

“Now, why should I do that? How many times have you tied me down and made
me
beg? What about you begging me to—”

“Don’t be a bitch. Be my beautiful—the woman I know and love so much. I’ll beg for anything you want as long as you let me inside you,” I breathe.

“Tsh,” she hisses through her teeth.

She leans over, lifts her shirt and dangles her tits right above my face.

“Riot thinks you’re dangerous,” she says.

“Riot’s a dickless geek that can’t figure out what to do with you. But I know exactly what to do with that greedy, lush cunt. I’ll stroke it, make it gush for me and water until I can drink from you.”

“I think I’ll let you prove it with one hand. If you can get me off with one hand only, then I’ll release you, and you can have whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” My brow arches.

“Whatever you want, for as long as you want in a twenty-four hour period.” Her head wobbles, and she bites over her lip, hitting the flesh below it.

“You’re up to something.” I glare at her.

“I want you to be up in me, but you have to follow my rules. I need to have my way tonight since you rudely interrupted my work.” A brief flash of brilliant light hits her eyes.

What the hell is going on here? She’s doing something, and it’s so wicked, I’m leaking again.

“Yes, dammit. Do it now. Release my right hand,” I say with a hint of a whimper.

“I get to decide, and I say you’re ambidextrous enough. You get your left,” she replies. She gets up and grabs the key, releases my left hand, and right away, I’m palming her tit and breathing hard. In the next second, I’m shoving her shorts off, tearing at the fabric with my clumsy hand.

“Fuck! Love these tits. All I need now is that juicy cunt of yours.” I tilt my torso up and lick her nipple.

She cups my jaw and then kisses me, but it’s tentative.

“Did I hurt you?” I tug at her nipple, baring my teeth at her. “Want me to show you how rough it can get since you’re impairing me with one hand, my horny little girl?”

“You can try to break me, but it’s not gonna happen. I don’t break, Vapor. It’s impossible. I’m beyond that now.” She straddles me, her hips elevated enough I can smell her arousal.

Fucking bite my balls off—this is gonna be harder than I thought.

She finally allows me to get my left index and middle finger inside her pussy.

There’s something in there—the sexy bitch.

Chapter 13

Ides

I wiggle my ass over his abs and rub my pussy on him.

He felt it. I know he did.

Oh please let this work.

“Let me put my mouth on you. It’ll be easier to get you off with my tongue involved,” he says, his eyes pleading with me.

“Not yet. I want your finger on my clit while I make you harder. I’ll be telling you when you can come, and I need to read your body as best I can.” I wiggle on top of him once more.

He groans and wipes his hand over his slightly sweaty face. Already, he’s worked up and his chest is flushed.

I lean over, lick his left nipple, bite a few strands of chest hair and scissor my teeth on it, tugging a little.

He grunts and shifts his hips up.

“Like that?” I ask.

“You know I do—read my body, sweetheart, and
you
tell
me
.”

“I think you do like it—and more than you should.” I grip the back of his head, yank on his hair at the roots. I rest my forehead on his. “You really need to listen to me very carefully.” There’s only one chance to get this right . . . I inhale and wash my exhale over his lips. He moistens his bottom lip afterward.

“Tell me what to do so I can have you,” he says, voice husky. He grips my hip with his one hand.

“I’m gonna let you play with my asshole, my clit, but no finger penetration in either of my holes. I’m gonna tell you exactly when I want you to come, okay?” My voice shakes.

I clamp my hand over his chest and dig into the muscles there. My Lord he’s hard everywhere.

“I can do whatever you want, if you tell me I can fuck you afterward however
I
want.”

“Yes, Nick, you can fuck me when I’m in a coma and half-dead. I won’t stop you, and you can even tie me up if you want.” I drag my palms down his chest, sit up and turn around, leaning over so my ass is up by his face.

A tongue darts out and wets my crack.

“Fuck! No way! Too many germs!” I squeal and jump a little.

“You never said . . .” He chuckles.

I smack his thigh. “Be a good Vapor or no fucking for you.”

“Jesus, so bitchy. Get-off already so you can calm the hell down, woman.” He sticks his tongue out, reaching for my cheek.

“No mouth at all!”

“You better be quick then because if it’s in my face like that, I wanna taste it.” He smacks the lower half of my cheek.

“I’ll take that under advisement, Romeo. So damn romantic—wants to lick my asshole,” I mutter.

“Yes, I do. And suck on it, make it gape, shove my tongue up there and see if you’ve got toys hidden up there, too. You’re teasing me, and I’m hard as fuck for you. Not right . . .”

“Ewwww, no! I won’t ever put anything up there, not even an enema is okay. One. Way. Street. It’s a freeway exit ramp only! Traffic violations and deaths occur when you go the wrong way.”

He laughs so hard, he almost shakes me off him.

I lean over and suck his cock in, and he shuts up instantly.

“Oh, shit . . . Ides, you know I haven’t had your mouth on me in forever . . . That feels so good, I may have to lick you back.”

I suck him harder so he’ll forget about wanting to taste me down there.

“Fuck . . . Deep—real deep, sweetheart. Make me remember why I can’t live without you,” he groans, and his hips rock up into me, shoving his dick further into my throat.

I sputter and gag for a moment, then clip my fingers around the base of his dick so he can’t ram it in so far.

He chokes on a curse, and I can feel his head thrashing from side to side on the ground behind me.

“I’m almost ready for you to come,” I say.