Sleeves (23 page)

“So, when you were touching me when we were together, was all of that new to you?”

He bit his lip, grinned and nodded sheepishly.

“Dear God, you are too adorable for words.” She cupped his ears and tried to get him to stand up straight.

Once he was staring her in the eyes, and of course busying his hands by cupping her breasts again, she kissed him.

When she let go of his mouth, she whispered, “Show me.”

“Excuse me?” He gave her a popping brow.

“Show me how you used only your words to get them worked up and how you told them to pleasure themselves.”

“No, Casey.” He groaned. “You don’t wanna know what I did.”

“Yeah—I really, really do.” She nodded and draped her arms over his shoulders, clasping her hands behind his neck.

“Why would you wanna know? That seems kind of . . . I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“Depraved?”

He chuckled. “No. I was gonna say torturous.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess . . .”

He eyed her. “Obviously you don’t know what it feels like to be jealous.”

She laughed so hard it echoed around the shower. “Clearly you did not see me jump out of the car when Vanessa had her hands on you.”

He grinned. “It was a hug.”

“Ah, yeah. An ‘I once fucked you and it was so good we should do it again, remember champ?’ hug,” she corrected him, mimicking with what she thought a simpering Vanessa might’ve sounded like.

“Okay, fine.” He backed up, took his hands off her and then switched spots with her. “I’ll wash myself while I talk you through it. But don’t get yourself off. I wanna do that with my hands.”

“I can’t guarantee anything if you’re as good as you say you are.”

He smiled so big she was blinded by teeth and dimples. “I’m the best.”

“We’ll see . . .”

She gave him some space so he could get wet, and as he started soaping up, she cleared her head.

It would be fun to see if she could keep calm and not go nuts as he did his best to turn her on more than he already had.

He closed his eyes and had this drifting look.

“When I think about you, it’s hard to concentrate. Wanna know why?”

She licked her lips and shifted her weight back and forth, already enjoying this game. “No.”

“Too bad—I’m gonna tell you anyway . . .” He passed the soap over his abs, drawing her eyes there. “Because you’re more than a pussy to me. You’re more than a woman that changes me into a better man. You’re the reason I survive another night, because I have hope for another day to touch you. Another day to breathe your air.”

“Holy shit . . .” She was panting already. And she hated to admit it, but it had less to do with the soap action on his body and more to do with his words. He
was
good.

He soaped his chest with slow, sensual circles. It was hypnotizing to watch him touch himself, and she was dying to hear what else he might say to her.

“When I think about how my life was before you, I hate myself. Then I remember you let me touch your silky, white, pure skin, and that means something. It means I must not be too far gone past evil.” His head lolled back and he sighed. “I’m a bad, bad man, but even if you’re not an angel, you’re white as snow compared to me.”

“Oh, baby, no . . .”

“Let me show you how bad I get.”

She reached for him, and he automatically sensed how close she was and backed up.

He soaped his arms and then down his legs, and when his hands roamed back up over his hip flexors, she about died.

They tightened on touch. She gawked.

“I know you’re watching me. I can feel it. My skin warms and tingles and my balls tighten. Keep watching me, slut. Watch me tug on my head for you.” He gripped at the base and then twisted back and forth, slowly inching his way toward the tip.

She’d never seen a man touch his cock this way.

“See how hot I am for you—how I bead at the tip when I think about your pussy hugging me tight?” He reached down with one hand and handled his testicles while he used the other to keep pumping his shaft.

“You can barely breathe because you know what’s coming. You know I’ll make you drip as I lick my way over your slit and savor the tangy taste of your clit on my hot tongue.” He paused, ran his palm over his glistening tip and moaned as he took his time soaking up the pleasure the movement brought him.

“Gaaaawd,” she said under her breath, leaning toward him, her breathing so rough, her chest was expanding dramatically with each breath.

“How wet can that tight little hole of yours get? How many times can I fantasize about plunging my tongue in there, licking my way inside you then coming in you over and over until your insides are so filled with my come, you’re dripping it out the entire next day.”

That was it. She had to get support before her knees gave out on her, so her hand swung out and she braced herself up against the wall.

“When I push back in you tomorrow, I won’t even have to touch that clit. You’ll still be slick with me. And you’ll love every minute of feeling it gush out of you as you walk—now touch it. Tell me you can feel it already—how amazing it’s gonna be tonight,” he said, yanking viciously at the tip, fisting himself hard.

“Fuck, you
are
the master at this,” she admitted, out of breath.

“Touch. Your. Cunt. Poke your finger up in there, slutty girl, and tell me how wet I’ve got you.”

She choked on her breath and did it.

“It’s really slippery,” she replied. “Slippery as the last time you had me. Just remembering how big you are and how you fit inside me—”

“Yeah, that cunt’s the fucking tightest thing on God’s Earth.” He hissed for a second, and his hips flexed forward. “I’m gonna come if you keep talking to me that way.”

“What way?” She smiled.

He opened his eyes. “Like you can’t live another minute without me being inside you.”

“I can’t.”

“Prove it. Tell me you’re turned on enough, you’d even consider letting me fuck that sweet ass. I dream about being in every hole on that sexy body of yours. I won’t rest until I possess all of you—including that heart of yours.” He reached for the shampoo and looked like none of it mattered. As if he wasn’t turned on at all. They could be discussing party hats based on the way he looked.

The only way she knew he was turned on was because his breaths were choppy and labored and his pupils dilated.

Oh yeah, and his cock was about a mile long, pointed in her general direction. Couldn’t ignore that.

“You already have it,” she pulled her finger out of her body, held it up in front of him, “and you can have my ass, too. Anytime you want it.”

“Jeeeesus.” He shampooed his hair with sloppy, brisk movements and then rinsed it quickly.

He swapped spots with her. “Wash your hair.”

What was he planning now?

She reached for the shampoo, and his hands reached around her. His fingers probed at her anus.

“Tonight—you’re mine. You concentrate on getting clean, and I’ll focus on making you as dirty as I am. That’s what I’m really good at.” He bit her hip and his fingers moved toward her front, coating his fingers with her lubrication.

Then he dragged them back and toyed with her tight asshole.

“Relax and enjoy.”

“You felt pain whenever I touched you,” she said, making an excuse.

“Not by choice. Your hair clean yet? I want you bent over now.”

She sloshed the water through her hair, rushing the process. When her hair was basically rinsed, but not completely, she bent over, not even registering the fact her ass was in his face until after she’d been there a few seconds.

The water was cooling, so she reached behind her to turn it off. They were done washing anyway.

He smacked her hand away. She chuckled as he turned the water off.

“So eager to take care of everything. Well, that stops now. I take care of you; keep you safe and satisfied.” A finger wiggled its way into her ass.

“Fffoooooohhhh,” she exhaled, relaxing the sphincter so he could get in deeper.

“Look at you—such a pro already at ass play. I love how you try to take into account what feels good for me, and fucking you here,” he pushed deep and then ran his finger along her inner lining, “will definitely feel good to me.”

“Please, God, do it already.” She clenched her cheeks down and a slight burn rippled through her anus.

“These things take time.” He rocked his finger in and out, and right as it started to change from an ache to hot waves of pleasure, he pushed a second finger inside.

Her neck arched, and she concentrated on his breath on her back, the feel of his other hand on her hip, holding her in place.

She loved that for once he was feeling nothing but wonderful sensations, and she was willing to wade through some pain for him to take what he wanted from her.

His fingers splayed apart inside her as he continued to pump slowly.

“I want this hole gaping when I pull my dick all the way out, and when I see that, my tongue goes inside you. You’ll know it’s good when I spurt all over your legs. Ready to take me, my sexy bitch?”

She bit out a cry filled with intense desire.

“Fuuuuuck, I can’t wait any longer, please fuck me!”

He released her hip, and that hand gripped into her hair. His tugging and yanking on her head distracted her so much it took her a moment to realize he was easing his cock inside her slippery ass.

“You don’t need me to use lube, do you? You’re so slick and ready for my cock, that I took advantage of your leaking pussy and shoved it into your asshole.”

“Jesus Christ.” Her pussy clenched down, and so did her ass, consequently.

“Shit, sweetheart—too tight,” he whimpered and let go of her hair. He wrapped his hand loosely around her throat, yanking her more upright and then curled his lips around her ear.

“Scream all night for me—make your throat scratchy for me—then I’ll know you got a ride well worth paying for.” He grunted and edged his dick all the way inside her.

“Is it . . . Does it h-hurt?” she asked, reaching back and gripping his legs for support.

“Fuck—you’re really asking me that? Can’t you tell I’m high off being in your ass? I’m ready to come like a goddamn teenaged prick when I’ve barely gotten started.” His voice was husky, and he sounded out of control.

Finally.

“Go slow,” she reminded him. “Let me adjust, but you can . . . You can . . .”

“Shut up, woman. You’re gonna make me blow,” he said with humor in his voice. “And I haven’t had you in forever. I’m dying for you, but I wanna make this last.”

Somehow, hearing him vacillate between wicked-tongued fuck genius with a kinky side and sweet man with his heart in his throat, telling her honestly where he was at and what was happening, made her heart tug and fall to pieces for him.

“I love you—you know that, right?” she said between panting breaths. Her legs tightened, and her pussy flooded.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, not when I’m about to . . . Oh, God—”

He pulled out, and she could picture her hole open for him.

His knees crashed to the shower floor, his tongue was in her ass, and his fingers in her pussy.

A few plunges and she convulsed, coming all over his hand.

“Oh fuuuuuuck, I’ve never—you’re the best, Case. I love you—I love you, too.” He kept his tongue on her, and as her climax overtook her, she could hear him furiously pumping himself with his other hand.

A second later, he spurted hot come all over her ankles.

“So gooooood,” he slurred, sounding as high as possible. Even when he was drunk, he hadn’t sounded this delirious.

Things slowed—their breathing, his mouth, his touches, and then instead of collapsing on top of her like most men had done to her in the past, he turned her around and held her in his arms.

Well, damn. She just grew a second heart, because there was no other way to explain how she could love him even more when he already filled every inch of that rapidly beating organ.

Chapter 11

The insistent thrumming of blood in his cock was driving him crazy.

His poor woman was being pounded into oblivion every few hours.

Kel nuzzled the back of her neck, dragged his tongue across her nape and then blew to chill her skin.

She squirmed. “Sleeping . . . Go away.”

He tickled her ribs so she’d swat at him, which she did.

Perfect!

He gripped her wrists, put them in one of his hands and trapped them at the small of her back.

She tried to turn her head, but she was still groggy so it looked more like she was trying to get comfortable in this awkward position.

“Say please . . .” He tugged on her earlobe with his lips, and nudged his hard cock between her ass cheeks.

“Hold on . . . I need to be more coherent before we start working on anal again.”