Sloth (Sinful Secrets #1) (36 page)

He smiles, just one corner of his mouth tugging up a little. “Something like that.”

“Trying to keep your body lady-ready,” I tease.

He laughs, which sounds like choking. “What?”

“You know—trying to be .gif-worthy Kellan baby.”

I wiggle my brows, and he gives a low laugh. “You fucking know it.” He rolls his shoulders. Jogs in place a little. “Ready?”

“As I’ll be. You’ll probably leave me in the dust.”

And as it turns out, that’s exactly what he does. I can see him trying to go slow for me, but we’re unmatched. Kellan is a Spartan, and I’m a couch potato. He’s also almost a foot taller than me, so his Spartan legs, in addition to being incredibly well-muscled, are a good bit longer.

I admire him from behind the entire time he runs. He even has good running form. He holds his shoulders square and straight without being too tense. Where I look like a Muppet let loose on the road, Kellan looks like the athlete he is.

I think, as we turn around by a row of mailboxes and point ourselves back toward his house, that today has been different than I thought it would be. What changed from yesterday to today? He took me out to eat. He put his arm around me. He made me pecans. He asked so many questions. And then he invited me to run with him. Am I crazy, or was the Kellan from yesterday mostly just an ass?

By the time we jog up onto his porch, I’ve got so many endorphins partying in my brain, I really don’t care. I’m just slap-happy—and exhausted. So I’m taken off guard when we get into the foyer and Kellan yanks my running pants down.

“Kneel on the stairs and push your ass into the air,” he orders.

I do, and he crouches behind me. I can feel his smooth pecs brush my backside as he parts my lips and starts to finger me.

He inhales deeply. “Fuck—you smell incredible.”

Then he spanks me—hard.

“Ack! What the hell’s that for?”

“One,” he says, spanking me again, “for every—”
spank
—“word—”
spank
—“you—”
spank
—“just—”
spank
—“said.”

Then he leans down, pushes his head between my legs, and eats my pussy from the back.

I’m so sweaty, so dirty, that at first I think I’m not going to enjoy it, but I’m surprised to find I come almost immediately. I come even harder the second time he pleasures me. Then he carries me up the front stairwell to the windowed room and lays me on my back atop the massive oak bed. He spreads my sore legs, pulls his pants off, and climbs atop me, revealing his long, stiff cock, and the nice, full balls hanging below.

He eases his head in, then pushes in so deep and hard, I gasp.

“I need to fuck this sweaty pussy.”

He pushes my arms above my head, and I rebel and wrap my hands around his forearms. We fuck with him clutching my shoulders, and me clutching his arms.

Something about the angle is delicious. My clit throbs with every thrust. Inside, I feel so sensitive and full.

I peek my eyes open at Kellan and find his eyes closed in peaceful concentration. His brows draw together, his lips part a little every time he thrusts. His eyes peek open as he pulls out.

“So... damn good, that pussy.”

My eyes drift shut as his thrusts grow harder. He moves one arm to the mattress to support the frenzied pace, while his other hand captures both my wrists. I relax and let him push my arms over my head and press them to the mattress.

I can feel his cock swell in me. His breathing has grown harder, faster. When he presses his face into the crook of my neck, I feel his cock pulse in me, and I come so hard my abs clench and I grunt.

“OH GOD!”

I watch his sweat-glossed back pump with his deep breaths as he hides his face in my neck. His hand around my wrist loosens just enough so I can free one arm and curl my hand around his warm, damp head.

“Kellan—that was so good,” I whisper.

He lifts his head and gives me a dazed smile. “This will be better.”

He looks exhausted, loose-limbed and satiated, but he moves quickly between my legs and drags his tongue between my swollen lips.

“Oh fuck!”

He blows his breath against my fevered skin. He traces the tip of his tongue around my clit, and I come off the bed.

“Kellan!” I grab his head. He licks me gently, so tenderly I’m almost sure I feel his tongue tremble. And then, when I’m thrusting against him, his tongue starts thrashing me. It’s so intense it’s almost painful. He shoves two fingers into me and I scream. “Ohhhh... ohh!” I suck back a huge breath as my orgasm steamrolls me.

I sag back to the mattress, and he draws his fingers out.

When I have the strength to open my eyes again, I find him standing by the bed, holding my robe.

“Come down.”

He holds an arm out, and I use it for balance as I slide off the big bed.

He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. He runs some water into the sunken tub and when it’s almost filled, he helps me in. I sink up to my neck in bubbles. The heat seeps into my bones, and I moan. Kellan climbs in after me.

He seats me between his legs, and with his huge erection pressed against my backside, he washes my hair.

“I like your wavy hair,” he murmurs.

I stroke his thigh, tucked around mine. “Thanks.”

I sit still and patient as he wraps my dark locks in a towel. Then he rubs some soap between his palms and kneads my shoulders.

“Ohhhh.” I sag against him, giving in to bliss, but as soon as I do, I feel him twitch against me. I turn around and fold my hands around his cock.

“I want to suck it—please.” I look into his eyes and smile. “May I?”

He drags his thumb over my cheek and then eases himself out of the water, so he’s sitting on the tub’s stone ledge. His cock juts up and out. Bubbles drip down it, collecting on his balls. I wipe the bubbles off and suck the head of him into my mouth, teasing him with my cheeks and tongue while my hands caress his shaft.

One hand wanders down to his balls. They’re heavy and taut. I cup them and roll them gently, and take a little more of him into my throat: so deep now, I have to concentrate to breathe.

His hand rests gently on my hair. I look up and find his head is tilted back. His lips are slightly parted. His eyes are closed. I can feel the tension in his hips. The way his abs are clenched.

I suck my cheeks against him, and at the same time, I swallow him deeper into my throat.

He shifts his legs. His hand on my head curls into a fist.

I start to hum around him.

He groans. “Cleo... fuck.”

I hum a little more, and his hand on my hair trembles. He makes a low sound in his throat and closes his eyes.

He’s feeling good. I can tell because his dick swells in my mouth, and his balls, cradled in my palm, tighten a little more.

I brush the head of him against my throat and suck the rest of him tightly, with all the softest parts of my mouth. I tickle my fingertips gently over his balls, and then I tickle behind them, over the forbidden taint.

He jumps a little, and I suck him deeper.

“Christ. Oh shit...”

I bob my head a little faster. He pulls out a little. His breaths are coming louder, faster. His eyes are squeezed shut.

He strokes my cheek with his fingertips and pushes back in, moaning. His legs twitch. His balls draw up a little more.

I whirl my tongue around him.

“God you’re...
fuck
. Keep going... Cleo, fuck don’t stop.”

I flick my tongue against the tiny slit at the head of him. He jumps. “FUCK,” he groans.

He thrusts deeper down my throat, and his gusting breaths turn to tight moans. His fingers grasp the towel on my head. And then, just when I feel him start to really throb, just when every muscle in his body tenses and he breathes, “oh fuck,” he pulls out. He strokes himself just once, and blows all over my shoulder.

I rest my hands on his calves while he sits there with his eyes shut, panting.

When he opens his eyes, he looks dazed. Dazed but happy. Satisfied, despite the way he pulled out of my mouth. “Fucking hell, Cleo. That’s a gift.”

I laugh. He wraps an arm around my head and pulls me in between his legs. I rest my cheek against his thigh.

“That felt so good,” he says hoarsely.

“I’m glad.” I kiss his inner thigh. Chills spread out from where my lips meet his warm skin. I smile up at him. “This has been a great night.”

“You’re what’s good.” His damp hand cups my cheek.

“I guess I kinda like being your slut.”

Something about my comment makes his eyes look unhappy. As I’m wondering what bothered him, he climbs out of the tub and grabs hold of a towel rack.

“You okay?”

He laughs. “All the blood’s gone down here,” he says, nodding at his cock. It’s still half-hard.

I watch him as he towels off. Once, as he turns, I think I see a small tat on his back, just over his left hip. I’m about to ask about it when he helps me from the tub, wraps me in a towel, and hugs me close while walking me toward the bed.

He settles me on it with my legs spread. “I need to eat you one more time before you to go sleep.”

“CLEO?” SMOOTH FINGERS STROKE
my face. His voice is soft and smoky in my ear. “Do you want to go with me? To the pick-up?”

I drag my heavy eyelids open. I blink at his handsome face. “What time is it?” I rasp.

“It’s four-thirty.”

I open my eyes wider and find Kellan standing over me, looking tired and distinctly soft around the edges. He’s wearing a blue t-shirt that hugs his muscles, and...

“My God.” I flex my legs. “Ohhhh.”

“Sore?” He smirks.

“Oh... very. Ow.” I sit up, groaning as I do.

Kellan helps me down from the big bed and I dress quickly in jeans and a black Tom Petty t-shirt, because I assume there’s a certain time we have to be there.

As I sit in the wing-backed chair and tie my sneakers, looking out at the pitch black night through the window wall, he comes and crouches at my feet. He rests a hand on the shoe I’ve already laced and looks up into my eyes. “There’s a risk here. I want to be sure you know that. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, sure.” I finish tying my other shoe and straighten up. He takes my hand and rubs the top of it, so gentle that, for a second, my eyes drift shut again. I pull them open, finding him somber. “Isn’t there a risk with dealing too?”

He nods, covering my hand fully with his. “But this is different. I’m not getting that much imported anymore, but this is a lot more than you’ve ever had on hand. I don’t think anything will go wrong, but we could get busted. It’s always a possibility.”

I shrug. “Optimist, remember?” I push my hair back. Little strands of it have escaped my French braid and are hanging in my eyes, but I’m not going to take the time to re-braid it. Not here, anyway. Maybe in the car. “Hey, that reminds me. Where’s that stray cat you were telling me about?”

He shrugs. “I haven’t seen her lately.” He stands up and pulls me with him. When I’ve gotten to my feet, he laces his fingers through mine, and as we walk through his room, I think how strange it is to just be holding hands. In a way it’s even stranger than our casual-not-casual sex has been. He bends his wrist, bringing my arm a little closer to his body, and it feels so nice.