Slick as Ides (9 page)

“Y-yessss,” I say on a nearly breathless exhale.

“And when I say you’re mine, you believe it.”

I nod, and my lower lip juts out, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.

“You’re so fucking sexy—I can barely keep from coming all over you.” He moves back up my body and kisses my lips softly. “Covering you with my milky semen. You’d look even better with it all over your tits.”

“Really?” I ask when he ends the kiss, my voice going up an octave. “You want to do that to me? I make you feel out of control?”

He groans. “I’m barely holding on, woman.” He slaps my pussy, and a smile explodes out of me. “Such a dirty slut for me. You like it rough—just like me. Next time I’m bringing my ropes, and I’m definitely recording that shit.”

“If you can find a way to breach my security after I tighten it up,” I quip, suddenly feeling brave.

“Oh, now that’s the kinda nasty talk I need.” He crawls over me until he’s kneeling, straddling me and his tip circles my clit.

His face looms above me while he leans over, still keeping my hands immobile above my head.

I close my eyes and breathe hard, soaking up the sensations of what he’s doing to me.

“Tell me what you’ll do to try to keep me out, Ides,” he purrs.

“I’ll . . .” It’s hard to concentrate on speaking. I lick my lips and blow out. “I’ll make sure your fingerprints are scanned in, so my computer grid knows to look for you.”

He leans over and licks at my neck. I automatically turn it, and realize he’s nibbling where my chip is.

There’s an odd buzzing sensation at that spot, and my head is foggy—floating. I keep my eyes closed as I almost drift away.

“And
then
. . . ?” he coos.

I take a deep breath and try to clear my head of what he’s doing to my clit. “And then I’ll make sure I also have video footage of you here in my room, so the computer knows to look for your build, your height . . .” I trail off as he deliberately abrades my skin at the same location in my neck where the chip is—he does it with the stubble on his chin.

“And what else? Tell me more—you’ve got me so fucking hard for you and your dirty talk. God, I’m already leaking and about to blow any second.” He sucks at my neck and really hits my clit hard with his dick.

“I . . . Well, I . . . Uhhhhh,” I ramble, sucking in a tight gust of air.

His hand shoves up into my hair, and angles my head as far away from him as possible. There’s a sting at my neck, a jerking sensation, and then he’s sucking really hard in that spot. It tingles, it throbs, and there’s something sticky swiping over it now.

“You won’t get in,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut tight.

His lips make a popping sound. “You think so, huh?”

He slips his cock back inside me, fucking me so hard the bed’s creaking.

All I can do is hold on to my own hands, clasping them together and cry out for more.

His tongue makes this odd clicking sound, and then he swallows hard.

My eyes fly open. His free hand is over his lips, and it moves away. The odd movement looks like he had something in his mouth and just removed it.

He shoves that hand into the rumpled up bedspread, where I can’t see it.

My eyes roam over his face for some clue as to what that was about.

He chuckles, and right when I’m about to ask him what’s so funny, he leans down, his mouth hovering above mine. “You’re gonna come now because I can’t fucking wait any longer.”

He kisses me, deep and rough, and that one hand—the one he was hiding—wraps around my waist, pulling my pussy up tighter into him. I ram my hips up to meet him with his powerful surge into me.

He releases my wrists, and with that hand that’s now free, he reaches down, handling my clit roughly. Right when I think I’ll die, he sucks my tongue hard into his mouth, and something sharp and metallic slices the edge of my tongue.

My chip!

When I chase it with my tongue, he pulls away. “It’s mine—just like your come,” he growls. He wipes his mouth with his palm, and then he swallows it down.

Fuck! My eyes double in size, they’re so wide.

He slams himself inside me, pinches my clit so hard, I can’t breathe, yet I manage an incoherent scream. “Nicholaaaaas, fuuuuuck!”

“Yes, fuck, yes! Oh, Ch-christ, Denaaaa,” he moans and convulses above me at the same time I do. His eyes burn into me with his green and brown, hazel, erotic fire.

He spurts inside me and gasps for air. His thrusts grow sloppy as he comes. I keep making this high pitched, closed off, throaty sound as my orgasm finishes crashing through me.

A moment later, a huge mess of both our fluids roll onto my inner thighs and down my crack.

I want to wiggle away, get something to sanitize myself, until he says, “Computer, lock the door.”

“Fuck. Me.” I freeze.

The doors lock. He laughs low and deep in the back of his throat.

“Not bad for a first time, but I think we can both do better.” He smirks.

“I hate you.” My heart rate still thrums heavy and makes my pussy throb while he maintains his position inside me.

“No, you love me. And I’m yours. I have your chip and your heart.” He smiles with a lazy, pleased grin.

I look away, my body heating once more from that goddamn look he gives me. “God . . . I’m gonna need a lot of fresh hand sanitizer with you around . . .”

“No fucking doubt. You’ll need to bathe in it with me around. And I’ll be filming that shit, too.” That lopsided grin about kills me, because I think I like him more than I should.

Chapter 6

Vapor

I stand, and Dena stares at me.

“You’re leaving?” she asks, her voice flying higher than my dick, pointed straight up again.

After kissing and stroking her for close to an hour after we both had mind-blowing orgasms, I can’t take it any longer.

“Well, seeing as how you didn’t remember who I was when I kissed you earlier tonight.” I pretend to be hurt by her lack of memory.

“You fucker—you changed your name, too, from Nick
Matthews
,
” she says. “What kind of stupid, made-up name is Reid, anyway? It’s so boring. No wonder I couldn’t find you either.”

“Just following your lead.”

“Puhlease!” She rolls her eyes and clucks her tongue. “I went from Winters to Black. At least my change was an improvement.”

“Most successful thieves don’t go around sharing their fingerprints, DNA and identity,” I remind her.

“Yet you just came inside me, you stupid bastard.” She smirks.

“Yeah, and you wiped my fingerprints off your car. I’d say that makes us about on par in terms of being stupid for each other.” I run my fingers through my sweat dampened hair.

God, she has me so worked up again. Just
looking
at her is a hard-on.

I wave goodbye.

“You really are leaving? God, this was pathetic as far as dates go. You didn’t even buy me dinner, and I’m starved.” She glances at my dick, then averts her eyes, blushing a little.

“Yeah, I’m
going
. I’d better, before I take this further. Your dirty mouth and whorish looks are making me leak.” And I’ve got a chip I need to deal with, along with a few other items.

“Fine. Lock the front door on the way out, junior,” she says.

I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else I should do on my way out?”

“Fuck yourself. How about that,” she says, flipping me off.

Her tits bounce when she shoves her finger in the air.

I stare at them and twitch. “Why should I when I have easy access now with you?” I rub my stomach. “I’ll be back when I can’t keep away.”

She keeps her bird at attention, pointed at me. “You really are an asshole.”

“You have quite a way with words, Ides. No wonder you stay out of the public eye.” I lean over, pat her foot, and she promptly jerks it away. “I’ll see you again soon. And you need to get back on that chat group. I miss our little talks.” I flutter my lashes at her. “Next time, though, send me a goddamn pic of you in your sexy black panties and bra. It’ll be a good way for you to get back at me for being such an asshole, and then I can shoot my come all over my screen and send you a picture back. There’s nothing more torturous than seeing you almost naked and sexy as fuck without being able to touch you.” I groan, imagining what kind of naked photos she might send to give me navy-blue-balls.

“No, you fucking won’t be back here. This was a one-time slipup. I already told you”—she exhales in a rush—“I’ll be tightening up security. You won’t be getting back in, and I won’t be back on that chat group or sending you dick.”

“God, woman—no more dirty talk. Foreplay’s over. My dick can’t take much more.” I grab my clothes, her panties and bra I dismantled off her body, and leave the room before I jump her again.

I roam out to her garage and pull the chip out of my pocket. A laugh bubbles up out of my throat when I recall the way she looked when she thought I’d swallowed it. How insane does she think I am? And how stupid would
that
be? I hate vomiting. She should know that. Plus, those motherfuckers are sharp on the edges, and I’m not about to slice up my throat to get a chip back up so I can be in and out of her house at will.

I love her, but, fuck, I’m not deranged.

I palm it, slip my phone out and hook it right into the wiring. Within a second, I’ve dialed up her car.

I throw my clothes on and jump inside with her panties and bra scraps shoved in my pocket. “Garage open,” I say.

It predictably retracts, and I drive off without looking back.

“See ya soon,” I murmur and smile.

She really is a sexy little bitch. Much sexier than I’d remembered. I’ll probably be back much quicker than I’d like. How can I stay away from her?

Instead of driving the car to the shop, I bring it to Westin’s.

When I pull up in his driveway, he texts me, asking what’s going on.

Open the garage now, fucker. I’ve got the car.
That’s my reply. It’s all he gets.

The door raises. Once I’m inside, I turn the car off and open the car door, then get out.

“Holy fuck! How’d you get this?” he asks.

“Well, after I spoke to her, she willingly gave it to me.” I grin.

“She did not. I mean, I had to copy the frequency of her chip so I could hot-wire her car that quickly. The temporary connection would be broken by now, and with what she went through to get her car back, there’s no way she just gave it to you.” He stares at me like he’s looking at a ghost. “Holy shit. You fucked her, didn’t you? Goddamn.” He chokes on his breath and cracks a crooked smile.

“Get that fucking smug look off your face. I said I talked to her, and that’s all you need to know. And I got this car without having to hot-wire it.” I tip my chin at the car as I step out.

“Well, fuck . . .” His eyes are wide. He licks his lips as he stares at the car.

“Do whatever you want with it. I don’t need the money on this one, but I get any of her belongings that are in the vehicle.” I step to the back door, open it and grab the prize along with a black hoodie she left behind.

“What the hell is that?”

“Nothing important. I had it in my pocket earlier and set it in the backseat before taking her car for a spin.” I shove what looks like a remote into my pocket. Then I walk over to the large garbage can and dump her sweatshirt inside. Don’t need that article of clothing of hers when I have much better ones in my pocket.

“Whatever, dude. I don’t wanna know what the fuck is going on with you anyway, and you know I hate it when you lie to me like you did just now.” He rolls his shoulders and almost salivates over the car, running his fingers over the hood.

“Hold on,” I say, and drift to the license plate in the back. I remove the second tracker I placed there earlier—the one she was unaware of. I show it to him and smirk. “Stupid bitch didn’t have any clue of how I found her.” A pang of guilt ripples through me that I have to say shit like this to cover up what’s really going on, but I can’t slip. I just can’t.

“How many of those did you put on her car?”

“Three. She got the first one, the second one I think fell off, but this one stayed right where I put it.” I kiss it and shove it in my other pocket.

Damn, I probably look like a shoplifter with all this shit shoved in my pants, pockets bulging.

He bursts out laughing. “You two were fucking made for each other.”

“Now will you say it?”

“Nope,” he says, popping his P. “She’s still slicker than you, and you know it.”

“Fuck. You. And. Her.”

“I’m thinking you already fucked
her
, but I’m not available—sorry,” he says, snickering. “I’m sure she could arrange something for you with that Paco dude in prison she seems so fond of.”