Free Sleeves by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Shenani Whatagans Page B

followed you last night, and I watched you pick him up from a babysitter or friend or something. You carried a little boy out. He looked like he was falling asleep, and he was comfortable in your arms and he—” He cut himself off, the emotions too close to the surface.
    “Oh, you mean little Robert? He’s not mine.” She shook her head and slid up to sitting. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts immediately.
    Transfixed and no longer aware of what he was doing, he was cupping and squeezing them. Was he really here, naked and in her bed?
    “Not your kid,” he said woodenly, his voice sounding distanced.
    “Nope.” She smiled with a soft, understanding gaze. “I got a phone call, and he needed to be switched to another home. It was an emergency. They were worried he was going to hurt their own children since he was freaking out, screaming and throwing stuff. Things weren’t going well for him where I’d placed him, so I took him to another location. I’m a social worker.”
    “Figures,” he said, smirking. “No wonder you feel ‘compelled to be near me.’”
    “Hey! I told you the truth,” she said, her voice flitting above him.
    He barely heard what she said. His body was stirring again. Touching her tits was . . .
    “Lay down. I . . . Christ—you’re beautiful, Casey.”
    “But you said—”
    “You think I can wait when you look like this, smell this good, and kissed me? I won’t ask again. I don’t wanna hurt you, so—lay. The fuck. Down. Now !”
    “Bossy man.” She smirked and lowered herself. Her hands went to her inner thighs and she spread herself wide for him.
    He dropped on the spot. His tongue moved across her clit, and she made this high pitched sound of delight.
    It burned his tongue a little, but wetness cushioned the jolt some.
    “Jesus—woman, you taste better than anything I’ve ever known,” he breathed between licks and sucks.
    She rolled her hips open and tipped her pelvis up to him.
    “That’s it—spread ‘em, and be a slut for me. I love this pink, slick cunt.” He blew across her folds and laughed when her inner thighs broke out in gooseflesh.
    She propped herself up for a moment and watched him eat her.
    He’d never done this before, so he had no clue how to do it in a way she might like, but he didn’t care about that right now. He only knew she was a drug already. How could he ever stop?
    He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He’d never.
    “Too fucking good. You’re all swollen for me.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “But if I stick my dick in you, it might burn you. I can’t remember what Hannah said it felt like, mostly because I didn’t hear it. I didn’t want to know if I was hurting her, but I want to know with you. You’ll tell me, right?” The tendons in his neck were standing out—he could feel it as his jaw clenched and flexed with each ragged breath.
    “I’ll tell you everything.” She blinked and settled her head back onto the pillow. “Do whatever you want. We’ll figure out how to do this so it’s good for both of us.”
    “ No —not just good,” he slipped a third finger inside her and nudged the hood of her clit with his nose. “It’s gonna be so fucking amazing, we’ll both need CPR afterward. I can already feel it—you’ll destroy me, won’t you, woman?”
    “I won’t. I’m not like that.” She shook her head, and it made her hips wiggle.
    He pinned her thighs down with his hands. There was a low level throb in his palms from the contact, but he ignored it. When she was motionless, he took his right hand off her thigh and penetrated her once more with his index and middle finger.
    “I promise I won’t hurt you, Kel. Not on purpose. I’m not a cruel, cold-hearted woman.”
    “Fucking take it, then!” He ripped his fingers out of her, and his dick was in her, powering inside and swelling within.
    “Oh gaaaawwwd !” She writhed the moment he set his body on hers and was breathless.
    Fire ! His skin crawled