Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)

His hand rubs over my hair as his voice rumbles near my ear. “Tell me why.”

“It makes me sad that you were lonely.”

He laughs, a rich chuckle. “Cleo baby... Don’t do that. I’m trying to say it helped. Writing to you. Made me better. That’s what you are. You’re my medicine.”

“OH MY GOD, HOW DID YOU knoooow? Chocolate caramel sea salt cupcakes. Mmmmm.” I swallow a bite of moist chocolate cake and luscious icing and flop back down in Kellan’s lap. “Total mouth orgasm.”

He arches a brow. “You want an orgasm in your mouth?”

I lean my head against his thigh. “Mmm. Maybe.”

“I know what I want...” He trails a finger down my chest and grazes my nipple.

“Shower?” I grin.

He squeezes and I struggle not to scream.

“We had one...” he twists; I pant...”this morning.”

“But I’m dirty.”

I can’t resist delving between his crossed legs. He’s wearing longue pants, so I can feel every line of his perfect cock.

“Okay...” I sit up. “Shower it is.”

We get off the bed, Kellan grabs a condom from their home in my purse, and he urges me toward the bathroom with his palm on my back.

I can’t help thinking, as he strips off both our clothes, that just a few weeks ago I was undressing him and helping him wash. Starting when he woke up after his mouth sores healed, we had sex dozens of times with Kellan lying in the shower and me riding his dick. But things are better now. He’s stronger. The last few days, I kneel on a folded towel while Kellan slides into me from behind.

There are times now when the IVs aren’t hooked up, so no more watching for the IV lines. If we time it right with nurses’ shifts, we can have sex two times a day some days.

I turn around and run my eyes over his chest, down to his hips... then to his cock, which juts up to his abs.

I run my hands over his hard, lean sides... over his hips—such a perfect V—and take his dick in my hand.

“Mm.” He reaches for my breasts, then leans down and bites my neck. He walks me backward into the shower, snatches a towel off the top of the shower wall, and tosses it onto the floor.

“Get down there. Put your fingers in your pussy. Spread it open for me.”

He starts the water... kneels. I feel his hand brace on the shower seat and then he slams into me.

“You like that,” he says, husky. “I can feel you get all tight... your pussy grabs me.” He pushes deeper, and I slip down on my forearms.

“Bigger...” I groan. “Feels... nff. You... feel bigger.”

Kellan chuckles. His arm wraps around my waist, his hand splayed over my wet hip.

I push against him with my muscles, welcoming as much of him as I can take, until I’m so full I’m moaning, heedless of who hears. His hand slides down my belly, fingers parting my lips... He lightly touches my clit, rolling his fingertip through my slit where I’m slick, then rolling back around my swollen bud, just grazing it...

I thrust back against him. “Ohhh.... that’s good.”

“You’re so tight. Fucking... ahh. So—” he thrusts—“fucking tight and hot and wet for me... My little slut. Sticking things... into your pussy... while I slept. Sucking me off... Oh... couldn’t stay away could you?”

He finger rolls over my clit, causing it to throb... my cunt tightens around him. Kellan moans.

“I made you come in the hallway, didn’t I? Touching... your greedy little pussy... like right now. You’re sopping wet... I feel those hips shaking... so full... full of cock... I’ve got you all filled up... all stretched and swollen. All except your asshole.” His hand leaves my pulsing clit, grazing the base of his cock, stroking up... up toward my tight hole. His fingertip teases cruelly... applying pressure as my pussy clamps around his pounding cock.

“I think if I slide into you, your pussy would get real tight on my cock. Tight enough to hurt... Bear down baby.” I do, and he shoves inside.