Free Slick as Ides by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Lynda Kimpel

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 pussy 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,”