Slick as Ides

by Chanse Lowell

  “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 t
here, 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.

  “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 pus
sy 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.