Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)

I can’t look at Kellan. I just squeeze his hand and try not to cry, and of course I’m almost sure I will. I torture myself by imagining pretty, curly-haired Olive at school, talking with her friends, and Olive at the DMV getting her license.

Just as the first tear falls, Kellan pulls over at the mall in front of Books-A-Million, cuts the Escalade’s ignition, and comes around to open my door.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

And I do see. I see that he’s a naughty, naughty boy. Instead of taking me into the store, he ushers me into the back of the Escalade, lets the seats down, and urges me onto my back. He pulls my shoes and leggings off and moves my limbs into a spread-eagle.

He teases my tears away by kissing up and down the inside of my thighs, and then he licks my slit so slowly, I wrap my leg around his shoulders and ram myself against his mouth.

He tenses his tongue so it’s firmer than before and drags it through my swollen lips. Then he laps at my clit, so softly and slowly that my ass comes off the floor.

“Oh God!”

“I’m right here,” he says in muffled tones. He drags his tongue from my clit down to the clenching, sopping core of me and, with no warning, he thrusts his tongue inside.

I lock my legs around his neck, tightening my thighs as I rub myself against his face.

“Oh God...” I shudder, and he twirls his tongue, stretching me gently.

“Kellan.” I tug his hair, surprised to find, “I want you... inside.”

He stops licking and smirks up at me. “What’s the magic word, Cleo baby?”

“Please!”

He takes his t-shirt off and slides it under my hips. He tugs his jeans down, freeing his enormous cock. It’s such a beautiful sight: a reminder of virility and life... I reach out and touch it, and he shuts his eyes.

He pushes two fingers into me, stroking his erection as he stretches me. I hear him rip a condom open—with his teeth—and open my eyes to watch him roll it over himself. Then he slides his fingers out of me, rubs his plump head through my slickness, shuts his eyes, and pushes deep inside.

He fills me so thoroughly my legs fall open. I lift my hips on instinct but he’s so deep, there’s nowhere else for him to go. He shifts his hips and settles snugly into me. I let out a cry they probably hear inside the bookstore.

He leans over me and laces his fingers through mine. His hips pump, making me moan at the deliciousness of being filled.

“You like it when I fuck your pussy, don’t you, Cleo baby?”

I nod, tightening my inner muscles around him. He grinds against me, burying himself deeper, so I gasp and arch up toward him.

“You like to have your nipples sucked,” he says. I feel my nipple tighten, then his lips find it. His thumb comes over my clit, stroking gently, and my pussy pulses as I buck my hips.

“God—you’re beautiful,” he murmurs.

He suckles my breast, then kisses up my chest, toward my neck. I nuzzle his head and find his mouth with mine. I slide my tongue in, taking charge of this one thing, even as he dominates the rest of me.

I nip at him and lick his lips. He’s so hungry, his kisses start to hurt. Our hips move in frenzied sync as he surges deeper. I tighten around him. I suck on his tongue and am rewarded with a sharp jerk of his hips. I feel his moan in my mouth... then inside me as he throbs with his release.

I tighten around him, coming in a violent rush. I’m still panting as he feathers kisses on my cheek. I peek up at him. His face is filled with soft intent; his big hand strokes my hair. And I feel cared for. Very cared for on this sad day.

“I think we might be soul mates,” I tell him as we drive toward the cemetery. It’s nestled in the middle of a well-off neighborhood, far from our family’s house, which is closer to the Flynt River.

His hand is in mine, his thumb stroking my knuckles. It goes still at the comment.

“What makes you think so?” he asks in a voice that’s too relaxed.

“Among other things, you just played a song I really like, one I usually play when I’m coming here. But other things too,” I add.

“What things?”