Slick as Ides

by Chanse Lowell

  “God, no!” I say, launching myself at her. “I mean, I’m shocked this happened to him, but still . . . I’m just glad to have you here with me.”

  I tackle her to the ground. She winds her body around me and shakes as she sobs.

  Before long, I’m crying, too. “Tell me what happened.”

  “I broke into your dad’s computer, and I found out that your father and mine had a long standing feud. They were jealous of each other, and it seems they had rival criminal rings going on. They were both thieves and trying to make a name for themselves. They were both into technology as well, so when I showed some aptitude for inventing crazy stuff, my dad pushed me really hard, and then when he tried to claim them as his own, and I got in the way, well, he felt he had no choice but to steal my shit and sell them as his own. What he didn’t know was your father’s people were buying my ideas and giving them to your father.”

  I rub my left temple and then hug her so tight, my ribs ache. But then, it feels like Westin was kicking the shit out of me while I was unconscious.

  “Were they keeping us apart because of their issues with each other?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I think so. It’s not entirely clear, but my dad certainly does not like you.” She shivers for a moment.

  “Fuck, you’re out here in this stupid chilly morning air with just a hoodie on, and your hands are ice cold.” I grip her hands between mine and blow some heated breaths onto them.

  She smiles. “Thanks.”

  “Welcome. Anything to make you all nice and toasty warm.” I kiss her fingertips and give her that look. The one that says, I want to have my lips in other places—other places that may not be cold, but I don’t give a fuck what temperature they are.

  “My head hurts. Will you kiss that, too?”

  I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. “I could tell when I went and visited him he hated me. He got all weird when I said my first name. Makes sense now.”

  “Your dad was less than pleased when he made me pay him a visit as well. It was so odd. He forced me to go there, but yet it was obvious he couldn’t stand being anywhere near me. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just did whatever he said.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing my mom isn’t in the picture,” I say. “She’d have messed his shit up. She was always really sweet, and never put up with his crazy mood-swings. It’s one of the things I remember well about her.”

  “What happened to your mother? You probably told me before in high school, but I’m sorry, I can’t remember what you said.” She kisses the underside of my jaw and then caresses it.

  “She died in a car accident when I was really little.” I stare in her mesmerizing, shocking electric blue eyes. God, I love how expressive they are when she’s looking back at me this way.

  She blinks twice, her face drops and my stomach knots a little.

  “Mine, too,” she says, voice soft. “And then my dad had this girlfriend he was crazy about for a few years, and she suddenly disappeared. I never knew what happened to her.” She scans her eyes over my chest, then back to my face like she can’t believe I’m touching her again and we’re finally together. “I know I didn’t ever share this shit with you back in high school. I didn’t tell anyone about my mom. I didn’t want them pitying me. I’m sorry I didn’t confide in you like I should’ve.”

  “It’s fine. I could tell it was a sensitive topic for you.” I run my hands through her hair. “Wait, you said he had a girlfriend for a while he was really into? No shit? Mine did, too. What did she look like?” I gaze at her beautiful face and kiss her softly.

  “She had shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, and . . .” she trails off, her eyes going wide. “What was his girlfriend’s name? Do you remember?”

  “Libby,” I answer.

  “Libby Hodgekins?” She swallows hard. “Fuck! How’s this possible?”

  “Did you know her well?” I ask, sitting up straighter, my heart pounding.

  “Yeah, she was great and came around all the time. I loved her to death.”

  “Christ!” I squirm in my spot.

  “Oh. My. God!” we both manage to say in unison.

  “She wasn’t . . .” Her eyes go wide. “Do you think she was pregnant and left because she didn’t know who the father was, or something?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “I bet they told her to choose, and knowing my dad, he chased her down.”

  Her brows all but fuse together. “Why do you think she’d choose my dad over yours? My dad was just a security guard, and he didn’t make much money. Well . . .” she pauses “. . . legitimate money. I have no idea how much money he was truly stockpiling behind the scenes, since I was too young at that point to really monitor all his financial activities when he started up his electronics business to market my stuff. I managed to keep tabs on both our money once I got into high school but she wasn’t around anymore at that point. One of the people that worked for him actually showed me how to do that. It’s how I found out Dad was stealing from me.”

  “God, he’s the biggest sleaze ever, the way he treated you.” My jaw flexes. “She wouldn’t have chosen my dad though. He has a horrendous temper, and he’s a nasty pervert.” I stick out my tongue like I bit into something foul.

  “Into ropes?” she teases, running her fingers across my jaw. “And licking his woman’s crack?”

  “Fuck no! He’s not that creative. He’s into threesomes and orgies and shit. I heard about the parties he went to when he’d send me to Nana’s for the weekend. That’s when I started looking for girls that were nice—innocent and pure. And that’s how I eventually found and fell in love with you.” I kiss her eyelids, and she makes this soft, pleasurable sound that travels directly to my dick. “Can we stop talking about them now?”

  “We can, but I wasn’t done. My dad’s in the hospital, too. They both got run off the highway.”

  “Shit. Did they crash into each other?” I shift her to straddling me, then I cup her cheeks and stare into her beautiful soulful eyes again.

  “No. It happened at separate times and on separate freeways. I think they had another enemy I’m unaware of,” she says, eyes soft and empathetic.

  I smile. “I don’t care anymore. They got what they deserved.”

  “I thought you had a decent relationship with your dad. You defended him in court against me,” she reminds me.

  I chuckle. “I did that for you. I did it to see if you loved me or not. If you had turned me in then I would’ve known it was over. But you didn’t.”

  I give her a light kiss, but as soon as my mouth leave hers I realize it’s not enough and drag my tongue across her lips. She tastes so fucking good—need more.

  I pull at the hem of her shirt and then drag it over her head.

  She blushes right away.

  “Holy shit. Pink.” I gawk at her breasts. “Goddamn.” My mouth waters. “Lace.”

  “Yeah. For you.” She blushes darker. “I wanted to be more feminine for you.”

  “Hell yeah, it’s for me. I love it! No other fucker’s gonna see this.” I run my hands over her cups. The lace feels incredible on my palms. I groan, and my belly heats.

  She smiles at me and then pulls my shirt free.

  Her palms, now a little warmer, settle on my chest and she bites her lip at me. “You didn’t wear something pink for me?”

  “That’s for chain gang inmates in Arizona, and I didn’t get thrown in jail yet.” I laugh.

  She smirks. “Thank God for that.”

  “So, you didn’t turn me in at court. You could’ve made sure they transferred me to the desert and put pink underwear on me. Why didn’t you do it? Do you love me?” I dip my head down to get a better look in her eyes.

  “You’re right. It wasn’t because I was afraid of what Paco might do to you behind bars. I didn’t turn you in because I do love you. More than you can possible know.” She places her palm over my heart.

  “Fuck.” My eyes slide up in my head and I moa
n, “Say that again.”

  “I love you, Nick . . . Vapor . . . man I’ll fuck every day until I die, and I will eat you, tied in ropes, and I will fuck you in the shower, and I will suck on you until—”

  “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 finge
r 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.