Slick as Ides (8 page)

His fingers caress my inner thighs, and something wet works its way from my knee up to the edge of my outer labia.

“Oh God, yes!” I rasp, sounding like the biggest whore ever. It’s his mouth, and I know it because it’s now settled on my left nipple. Holy shit, that feels amazing! It flicks, it stabs and sucks, and I can only mewl like a cat in heat. “More, oh, fucking hell, that’s goooood.”

“I know you like it rough. You fisted my shirt and pulled my hair when we were only kids and you were about to ram your tongue down my throat when that closet door opened,” he says.

“My leg,” I pant—my words barely coming out since I’m so breathless.

“Your what?” His hands land on my legs and it feels like he’s inspecting for wounds while twisting and turning them.

“N-no.” I waver in my speech, my tongue heavy and uncooperative and way too wet. “I wrapped my leg around your hip, and you had to push me off when we got caught.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, I forgot about that.” He laughs. His warm palms slide up my legs once more and massage right at the dip of my inner thighs. “Such a naughty one—trying to get laid. I probably would’ve knocked you up right then. God, I bet you left that night all wet and slippery—with that greedy little cunt of yours.” Warm hands run all over my body. “Does your tight, pink cunt want me now?”

My stomach tightens each time his hands move lower. “Yesss,” I answer.

His tongue parts my pussy lips, and he simultaneously pinches my left nipple.

I’m a groaning, sweating mess, my body rippling off the bed.

“Oh . . . Please . . . God, Nick, I c-can’t—”

His mouth stops, and a wisp of cool air blows over my embarrassingly wet labia. “Please, what? Hmm?” I hear his jaw snap shut, and his breathing goes harsh. His hand drags off my breast and then clamps down on my thigh, yanking me open even wider. “You wanna know what you do to me? What you’ve always done to me?”

“Oh Christ!” I whimper as the initial brush of his cock up against my entrance makes my pussy convulse.

“Say you thought of me, too. That you wanted me every day, and you were going mad not knowing where I was.” His tip slips in and out, maddeningly, unhurriedly, and I am nothing but tendons and muscles, tightly coiled as a shriek wafts out of me. “Tell me something, or I’ll stop. And you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No, Jesus, God, no!” I cry out with a raspy voice. “Yes, I thought of you—I t-tried—”

“Then tell me,” he insists, his fingers digging into my thighs, and his fucking tease of a cock head, still barely licking at my hole.

“Okay, I did—I looked for you, too, at first, but you moved as well. It was too painful though, so I had to stop. I threw myself at you back then—like you said—in that closet. And I knew you didn’t like me. I made you vomit—you thought I was that heinous. No boys liked me then, and it’s no different now. You tolerated me,” I blurt, and then my chest caves in. I’m a torrent of tears, and gasping nightmares and fears. “But I want you . . . So much.”

“Shhhh . . . It’s okay, Dena.” My hands are freed, and I’m flung around his body. He kisses my hair, then all over my face as he pulls the mask off, and his eyes are tormented as well. “I couldn’t ever stop thinking about you, beautiful woman. Finally, after searching so long, I convinced myself you were dead, and now to find out—” His neck snaps to the side, and he tucks his head under my chin, holding himself to my chest as he rocks back and forth with me molded around him.

I stroke his back and the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry. Oh, God, so sorry . . .”

“Don’t be,” he says, muffled by my flesh he has gripped tightly up against his face. “You’re here with me now. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

I sigh and lean back ‘til I’m laying down, taking him with me. There are soft, penitent kisses, rising up my neck, and hands massaging into my breasts, along with a chanting from him, that sounds similar to, “I found you—you’re mine. I found you. God, I finally found you. Searched so long.”

I kiss him wherever I can until his lips grow more urgent, and he finds a way to clasp my hands in his, stretch them out on the pillow above my head.

This time, when his mouth descends on mine, I can barely breathe—he overwhelms me.

My legs wrap around his waist, and he runs his length over my slickened clit, causing dirty, wired moans to rip out of me.

“God, that’s fucking beautiful. Almost as gorgeous as you,” he says, nipping at my ear, his tongue flicking at the bottom. “I wanna see more of that. A whole lot more. Better than any fantasizing could ever be.”

“I never thought you’d ever want me,” I confess. “I do remember you, but you’re different . . .”

“You are, too. Even better than I’d remembered—so crazy beautiful I can barely stand it. And my fucking God—you’re Ides.” He groans, and his head tips back, exposing his straining neck to me. “I’ve been obsessed with two women, and when I found out they were one in the same? I can’t tell you what that did to me.”

I can feel what it does to him now. He’s harder than the metal I use for a lot of my inventions.

“Never letting go of you,” he says, voice choppy with his erratic breathing.

I use the tip of my tongue to trace along his jugular, loving the feel of his hammering pulse on my mouth.

“Gotta have you—feel how hard you make me—how much I die to be with you.” His hips jut forward, burying himself inside me in one swift move.

“Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck!” I say through my teeth, gripping his hands tight and tilting my head to the side, nuzzling into his muscular forearm.

“Jesus—fucking Ides, it’s you—I can’t believe it.” His hips move way too slowly. “I’m finally making love to you—inside that slick, tight cunt, and it feels better than anything ever could.” He moans, then kisses my chest.

“Pl-pluuuuheeeez move faster,” I say, voice breaking and body trying to bend in half, simply to sink him deeper inside me, and hopefully get him to increase his pace.

He bites up the column of my neck, taking whiffs of me as he goes. “No. I’m gonna savor every fucking moment—memorize it. Fuck, I shoulda recorded this.” He shakes his head a little, his lips brushing over my throat.

“I need faster. Harder . . . Or I’ll break.” The words stick to the back of my throat like his cock, stuck at my entrance once more.

His thrusts speed up, but they’re shallow, unsatisfying. “You’re gonna kill me—stop fucking teasing.” I clamp my fingers down so hard on his, I hope it hurts. My eyes blaze at him.

“Look at the way you think you can control this.” He stops altogether, and a shrill, feral sound, tears out of my throat and my eyes slide up in my tipped back head. “I’ve heard about Ides and
her
control issues. But you’re just a woman—a fucked woman, stuck under me, and I’m telling you—I was jealous. I wanted to be you. Be the top dog every hacker everywhere talks about.”

“No one’s gonna ever know you did this to me—that we fucked like wild animals.” I bite the edge of his forearm.

He laughs, and it’s dark and unsettling, and fuck—it impossibly turns me on even more.

“I don’t care if anyone knows.
I’ll
know. I’ll wake up every goddamn day and know you burn for me. That you begged for my cock to be stuffed and rammed inside you so you could come all over it because it’s all you want, isn’t it?” He inches inside me at an agonizing pace until he can go no further.

“Iiiiiyyyyyahhhhh!” I grunt with my whole insides tightening, my head turned away from him. I can’t look at his heartbreakingly gorgeous face. I don’t deserve to have him saying he wants me—that he looked for me and sounding like he’s dying inside as he buries himself deep. I’m just me—
Dena
, the computer nerd with no social skills or game to speak of. “Fuck! Yes, okay—I want you so bad it aches deep inside me—in places I didn’t know existed. And they frighten me when they clench up for you.” Tears roll down my cheeks. “Is that what you want to hear? That I’ve loved you for so long, I had to shove it out of my brain so I wouldn’t go crazier than I already am? And then when I met Vapor online, I was obsessed with him, too. He knew exactly what to say and do to turn me on and get inside my head! I was dying to fuck you at that point, too.”

“Finally! Jesus—woman, take me to my knees,” he groans, his voice gritty and rough edged. He lets go of one hand, only to put both of my wrists in one of his palms. His hand clamps down over them, keeping them secure. His free hand grips under my chin, and he forces me to look at him.

“I love you. Every day . . . every hour, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take what’s fucking mine this instant. So, when I say I love you, and my cock’s enveloped by your wet cunt, I expect you to come. Do you understand?”

“Oh, gaaaawd,” I say in a sandpaper whisper, and my pussy clenches down in response.

His eyes—they speak the truth. He really does have a claim on my body and soul, and he’s trying to take my heart, too. How will I survive?

“That’s better . . .” He keeps hold of my face with a rough grip while he kisses me delicately, and the contrast between the two—God, I fight off an agonized moan. His thick cock, sliding in and out of my very wet hole, has my eyes heavy and my heart pounding, making it even harder to keep from panting out his name—giving him the satisfaction to know that he
does
in fact
own every bit of me. Always has—since the day I met him.

“Shit, you feel too good to be real. You’re so tight—all for me.” He kisses my nose, slides his forehead across mine and wears this look, like all his concentration is on me and he can’t believe he’s finally with me this way.

His motions are quick, deep, and oh so fucking good, I want more. I do want to orgasm with his dick inside me, but I’ve never done it merely from penetration.

“I know you want me to come on you, but I . . . It’s not that simple,” I tell him.

“You don’t think I know how to make you come? Goddammit, woman, I won’t be leaving here tonight until you’ve creamed my cock hard.” He lets go of my jaw, his mouth latches onto mine and his tongue invades my mouth while my thoughts center completely on everything he’s doing to me—the slight twinge of pain in my wrists from those damned cuffs I’d been wearing. The tingle in my clit as his pubic bone presses into it when he angles his hips really far back before driving into me once more. The way he stares in my eyes, like he really means it—like I’m the whole world to him.

His free hand roams down my body, pinching here and there as he goes, and it isn’t until he’s high up on my inner thigh, pinching there, and he’s back to shallow pumping with his amazing dick, that I about explode into orgasm.

“Fuck, Jesus, God!” I yelp.

“That’s a lot of religion for our first time. Wanna try that again? I wanna hear my name somewhere in there.” He pulls out completely, pinches my clit, and I scream, my back arching as round as it will go.

I drop to the bed, my shoulder blades almost touching each other, and I fight for air.

“Nope—still not getting it right. Call my name, or I won’t let you come—and I can tell you’re really fucking close. Now, show me how much you want me,” he insists. “Make my ears ring. It better sound like a goddamn prayer, too.”

He pinches again, and this time, he rolls it, and God, I have no idea what I say, but I think his name is there somewhere inside, along with his fingers now inside me, probing and touching spots that make me shout obscenities even louder.

“The neighbors can’t hear you, Dena. Not loud enough. I need more. I need it all—give me your fucking come—give me your fucking cunt—soak my hand.” His teeth scrape across my collar bone. “It’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”

He’s everywhere, and I’m still unable to grab at him with my hands, since he has them tightly secured.

Swwwiiiiip . . .

Swwwwiiiiip . . .

Swwwwiiiiiip . . .

“Oh. My. God.” I writhe and squirm at the sounds of his hand, plunging into a very wet cunt, supplied by me, and it makes me try to get away. I’m restless. I’m frustrated. I want to come—I do, but I don’t really know how to do it this way.

“Fuck, I c-c-can’t dooo this,” I cry out, my hips pulling away from him. “Tyson t-told me. He said I was a lousy lay, and that I had no idea how to pleasure a man, even when there wasn’t much to it. He could get hard easily, but then I never knew what to do to keep him that way. I suck at this.” That’s why I was trying to figure out how to perform oral on him. And thusly, became obsessed with a fresh, clean as possible, oral cavity. I didn’t want to give him my germs. There are certain things I didn’t want to share with him.

But fuck . . . With Nick? I want to share everything.

And I don’t even know why.

Tyson wanted me to participate, but I just couldn’t. I’d shut down. I’d get shy. I wasn’t good at dirty talking or stroking his ego, or even loving on his tiny dick for that matter.

But here, Nick’s directing it all. He isn’t asking me to do anything but respond to what he’s doing to me, and I’m almost shutting down.

“Don’t you dare talk about that fucker right now. Just listen to
me
—you’re
mine
. I know what you need, and
I
control your body. No one else can get you off but me. And you’ll come because I’m telling you to, understand?” He bites between my hip bone and my belly button.