Sleeves (12 page)

It was loud, but that wasn’t what made her startle. The fact he sounded genuinely thrilled to be with her and that he thought her truly funny made her insides do odd things. Her heart squeezed, her nipples tightened and she was even more turned on than ever.

“I love your laugh.” God, she sounded stupid, but her mouth was on autopilot, and she couldn’t seem to stop. “And your kisses . . . I, well, I, uh, I’ve experienced some pretty awful ones.”

He beamed at her. “Really? I’m good at it, huh?” He exhaled on his nails and pretended to buff them on his stunning chest that was flexing at her. That small motion drew her in even more. So cute.

She smiled. “You’re adorable, too, but you know that as well, don’t you?”

“You seem to think I stand on a pedestal all day long and watch women burn incense and pray to me.”

“No, not incense. I imagine them tossing you their panties and bras.” She let the water run over her face even more and closed her eyes. Maybe if she stopped looking, her head would clear and she would make sense.

“Come here . . .” He grabbed her by the wrist when she wasn’t looking and pulled her into him.

“Doesn’t it hurt? I thought I should keep away so I wouldn’t jump you.” Her eyes opened, and she pushed against his chest with her fingertips to cut down on the surface area.

His eyes went down to her hands, and he laughed silently. “What in every fat fucker’s name are you doing?”

Her brow wrinkled, and her head snapped back. “What did you just say?” She snorted a laugh. “That was . . . Did you make that up on the spot?”

He nodded and the cutest dimples ever popped out in his cheeks as he grinned at her with a naughty look.

Oh God, he was torturing her with his cuteness.

How many times in the last few minutes had she thought that trite word? It was cheesy, but true.
He
was honestly cute when he was being his normal, dorky, lovable self.

Her hands were on him in that moment.

She couldn’t help it, or that’s what she told herself when her fingers somehow were gliding across his round, tight ass and getting a feel of them. “You get more attractive by the minute. How is that possible?”

He shook his hair, sprinkling her with a little of the wetness he’d collected from the spray hitting him. “It’s because I’m with you, and you’re so stunning. You make me happy, so I smile more.”

He said it like it was all so easy to understand and common knowledge.

Her chest expanded and made room for this perfectly flawed man standing in the buff before her.

“Can I soap you up?” Her right leg shook a little.

“You mean I don’t have to make you? What’s the fun in that?” He jutted his bottom lip out.

She leaned in and sucked it into her mouth, then tugged on it with her teeth before dragging her way off.

“Always the smart ass . . .” She rolled her eyes and then went cross-eyed.

“Speaking of asses, what do you think of mine? Does this small shower make it look too big?” He turned around, bucked his hips forward and then slammed them back so it was protruding out behind him as dramatically as possible.

“Oh, my God, you are hilarious.” She burst into laughter. It was like the man had stored up years’ worth of jokes and was waiting for the right audience to unleash them, and it just so happened to be Casey in her small shower with the blue and white checkered tiles she made sure to scrub regularly.

Now she was glad she had.

Especially when he lunged at her and pinned her up against them; her wrists up by her head with his fingers entwining hers. His legs engulfed hers and held her hostage.

Her nipples tightened even though the water was warm, and they should be soft and pink.

“The water’s doing something to me,” he said, staring at her eyes with a look of starvation.

Or was it deprivation? Either way, she was screwed, because she ached for that massive cock to be inside her.

“Wh-what’s it doing?” She blinked and sounded out of breath.

“It’s washing away the pain, or subduing it anyway, so I can do this.” He rubbed his entire body all over her, making her bite back a long, thready moan.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Pleeease.” She sagged into the wall.

He smiled then dragged his tongue up and down her tits, keeping her hands stationary, and caressing her fingers with his. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. She’d never considered how sensitive it was between each finger, but holy shit, this was hot!

“I think you love it and want more.” He pushed his right knee up the inside of her thigh, and then scraped it across her drenched folds. “I think you love it when I’m rough, and you want it as hard and as dirty as I can make it. But since you’re so sweet, the shower’s the place to be, so I can clean up the messes as I go. Tell me you’ll drip all over my tongue and make me dirty. I don’t wanna be clean; I’m not good at that, Casey. I wanna be disgusting for you—so covered in your come I can smell it all damn day no matter how much soap or body wash you use on me.”

She whimpered something that was supposed to mean
, Fuck me now, please, God!
But instead, it came out as, “Aaaahhhhhuuuuuhhhh fuuuuuck! Wannnnt you!”

“I know you do, I can smell it. Smell it in your not so virgin blood, but you’re still new at this. You don’t know how ugly I can be when I fuck hard.”

“You fucked me last night,” she managed to say with a heavy, uncooperative tongue.

Was it hanging out of her mouth? She wasn’t sure.

She knew she was panting like a dog in heat when he dropped to his knees and ate her like he would die if she didn’t spread further, drip more and open to him as much as she could. His fingers were inside of her pussy, his tongue lapping at her clit and he kept pinching the top of the hood then slipping it back as far as it would go. He’d gasp each time he saw the pink little nub, then he’d slurp at it like it was the most exquisite dessert ever. Her legs shook as an orgasm began to build.

“Fuck, love tasting you. If I could keep you hostage here with your legs spread and wet like this, I would.” He licked up the side of her left thigh he had propped up on his shoulder at some point.

“Kellllll, I need to . . . Need to get to w-work.” She reached for him, but he shoved her hands away.

“Not yet.”

His fingers roamed and she gasped when he got his pinky finger real slick and then prodded at her anus.

“Right here. Never done this, have you?” He smirked up at her.

Water dripped down onto his face, but he seemed oblivious.

“I have once, but I didn’t like it much,” she said, biting her lip and hoping it wouldn’t upset him. Her experience said men loved anal, and women did not.

“Was he wearing a condom?”

“Yeah.”

“Did he lube it?”

“Yeah, of course.” She blinked and her brows pushed together.

“It hurts if he doesn’t use a good lube, and when I looked around in your medicine cabinet, you had shitty ones.”

“They’re KY, thank you very much,” she said, holding his head steady and smiling.

“That stands for ‘Kill You’ when it comes to anal. That stuff gets gummy, all sticky and wears off too fast. You can’t create your own lubrication in your ass like you can with your pussy. You need the good stuff.” He stood up and pushed his body along hers as he did it.

“How do you know so much about this? I thought you said you hadn’t been intimate very many times,” she asked.

“I’ve had anal way more than vaginal because I was nervous as hell I’d get them all pregnant. And since I can’t get any venereal diseases, I never used a condom, unless I absolutely had to. Much more enjoyable for those slutty women.” He smiled until her face dropped.

“Okay, I think we’re done here.” She turned around and was about to shut the water off, but then he wrapped his entire body around her and curled her arms around her torso with his overlapping, turning himself into a human straitjacket.

“You came inside me, Kel! You didn’t use a condom, and you just said they were sluts. How do I know you didn’t give me some nasty disease? And what do you mean you can’t get infected? No one’s impervious! That’s bullshit.” Tears gathered at the backs of her eyes. How could she be so stupid?

“Shhhh . . .” He rocked her back and forth. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I really haven’t been with that many women, and I always looked into their backgrounds before I ever had sex with them.”

“That’s hardly comforting.”

He set his chin on her shoulder. “What would be? For me to bring you to each of them individually and have you sit down with them and discuss their sexual histories? Would that help?”

“No! And thanks for taking this so serious like a stand-up guy.” She broke free of his hold and rounded on him. “Just forget it, all right? What’s done is done. I can’t do anything about this now.” Her spirit was seeping out of her and drifting down the drain with the few tears she already let blend in with the water.

“I’ve been with nine women. The first one I was with had worked at the institution where I was kept for years, and she wasn’t exactly promiscuous. In fact, she’d only ever been with one other guy she’d known for a long time. The two of them I had after her were virgins Max set me up with. None of the women I’ve been with ever used drugs or even had tattoos. The other six were women I’d met at the club and checked up on before I got my dick anywhere near them, and even then I used a condom just in case. I was only with a few of them twice. That’s how I figured out anal with a condom wasn’t good for them. They didn’t like it much that way.” His hands roamed down her shoulders, and then his fingers encircled her wrists. “Satisfied?”

“And where did Hannah come from?”

His lips parted, and a loud exhale was expelled out of him like she’d just kicked him in the chest. “She was at the institution.”

“And how old was she? How did you know she wasn’t sleeping around?”

“I just know—okay?”

“No, it’s not fucking okay! You should’ve asked me—you should’ve . . .” She turned away from him once more. “I should’ve—it’s my fault.”

“Casey, what is this really about?” He kissed her left shoulder and kneaded her muscles with his fabulous hands. They were sexy and equally as powerful as the rest of him—irresistible.

“I don’t know . . . I’m a little worked up at the thought of you being a man-whore and having your amazing dick inside every vagina around.” She pivoted on her toe for a minute and kissed the edge of his chin. “I felt special with you for some reason, even though I should’ve known I wasn’t.”

He pinched her chin with his thumb and inner knuckle of his forefinger. “You’re special to me already in so many ways, and nine women is hardly every vagina around.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled, casting her eyes down.

“Look at me.” He tipped her head up once more, and she managed to look into those bright eyes full of questions. “You’re different. No one ever comes to the club and actually talks to me, let alone touches me like I’m a person.”

“Why do you do it then? If it’s so awful, why put yourself through that?”

He blinked and offered a soft, forgiving smile. “You’re the know-it-all-bitch, remember, so I’m sure you already know the answer to that.”

“It was the only way to get consistent touch without strings attached. You could tolerate it.” She swallowed the lump down in her throat. “But do you always pass out when you come?”

“Not anymore.” His grin grew wicked and predatory. “And now that I’ve figured out with you I can control it because of how you kiss me and let me hold you afterward, I plan on coming inside you all the time. Plus,” he cupped her jaw with both of his large hands, almost having to cover half of her throat to do it, “you can’t get pregnant, so that means you’re fair game.”

“Why do I suddenly feel like a piece of meat?”

“Because you’re my chew toy, bitch, so keep quiet and stay still.” He leaned over and bit her neck.

She yelped, and then burst into giggles.

He did it again, but this time heat flooded down her spine and made her pussy clench and tingle.

“Do that again.” She flexed her fingers.

“Please,” he intoned.

“Please, what? Please stop being an asshole and get me off already?”

“Oh, now you’re asking for the full power.” He kept her hands in his, put them on his ass and told her, “Squeeze them, and find out what happens. Find out it if I can’t stand it and have to fuck you so hard I wind up cracking your pristine tiles in the wall.”

She pursed her lips and gave him a look like he was being ridiculous.

“Like this!” He gripped her ass cheeks hard, lifted her up against the wall and then when he let go, somehow he had her slide right down onto his shaft, all the way.

Goddammit, he was huge, and even though she was wet and really turned on, it was a little bit uncomfortable at that speed.

“Take it! You asked for it;
take
what I have to offer.” He held her ass in place with his giant hands, digging in with his fingers, massaging slowly as his hips pumped furiously.