Page 197 of Evil Hearts

“You are incredible right back, Leander,” Zenith says, walking back over to me. She rests one hand on my shoulder and gets onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek. “And soft.”

“Care to take it for a spin?” I gesture toward the viewing area, and she darts away as quickly as she came.

“I can see everything through this,” she says, fighting back a yawn.

“I would hope so; it’s got a lot of lenses and it’s an exorbitant amount to get it professionally cleaned.”

“They can afford it,” she snickers, turning to face me, a pleased smile on her perfect lips.

My tongue darts out, rolling over my own thin set of lips, wetting them. I want to taste her so badly it’s a near physical desire in my gut.

“Would you be open to doing this again—going on dates with me?” I ask, feeling shy for the first time this entire night. Things are going so well, I haven’t had time to get lost in my head and doubt everything. Zenith’s every little breath and action draw my attention and hold it captive. I could spend an eternity watching her exist, if she would have me.

“I would like that a lot, Leander. Dante will probably be thrilled,” she says with a little roll of her eyes. “He left me a mothman plushy in his aftercare basket.”

“Aftercare?” The word comes out slowly, sinking in as I say it.

They had sex. My heart stutters in my chest. Of course they did. Zenith is a beautiful girl and Dante is so charming. How could they not go well together? They must want me there to capture all of their memories, a lover on the fringes, perhaps.

“Hey.” Zenith’s sharp word pulls me out of the mental spiral. “Don’t drift away like that. I like being here with you, and I want us to date, date with the intention of, like...stuff.” she says with a wiggle of her brows.

“I do love the promise of vague stuff,” I tease.

“I love providing vague stuff,” she purrs, leaning close to me as we take a seat on a bench at the base of the telescope. The thing is massive and has benches at the top and bottom of the flights of steps it takes to climb to the viewing level.

“Are you—”

“Hitting on you? Oh yeah, really hard. I’m really interested in seeing what your cock looks like,” she says brazenly, her eyes glowing with mischief, chest puffed with pride.

My mouth falls open, but my hands have a mind of their own, moving to my pants and beginning to undo my belt.

“Finally,” she groans, leaning over and pulling down my fly. She reaches into my pants and pulls my cock out. “Commando? I wouldn’t have guessed,” she says, her eyes running up and down the velvety, purple shaft of my dick. It’s impressive compared to a human male, but I’m sure that Dante must have outdone me in regard to monster cocks. I’m only twelve inches, and the ridges on my cock are more a suggestion than an actual texture for her pleasure. I swallow softly, one hand going around the base of my cock to free my claspers.

“I start the day wearing them and then these little bastards tear them apart by the end,” I say, setting my claspers free. They instantly wrap around her wrist, trying to draw her hand down my shaft.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, her grip tightening a little. “Your dick is like something I have made of silicone.”

“Is that a compliment?” I ask, holding my breath and clenching the muscles of my ass to keep from bucking into her grip.

All of my willpower focused on being able to speak with her gives my clasps free rein to do as they please with Zenith’s hand, stroking the inside of her wrist, rolling around the skin as if it were a more sensitive organ.

“These things sure are excited to meet me,” she teases, leaning down and inspecting them as they secrete lubrication onto her wrist. Leaning even closer, she sticks her tongue out and licks one.

A groan tears from my throat. She giggles at me as her deft little tongue flicks out again. My hands flex; the urge to grab her bun and use it like a joystick to guide her head toward myactual cockincredibly strong.

“What are they?” she asks before sucking one into her mouth. That damnable tongue rolls around the sensitive appendage, making my whole body shudder.

“Claspers,” I reply through my teeth.

She hums thoughtfully around it, and my eyes roll back.

“You’re killing me,” I wheeze.

“If I was killing you, you’d be a lot less hard.” She lets my clasper slide from between her lips.

Finally giving me mercy, she presses those same lips to my throbbing shaft and kisses from the base to the tip. That little tongue I’ve become so obsessed with slips out, and she rolls it over the crown of my cock, licking up all of my sticky pearlescent pre-cum.

“But you wouldn’t like that, would you?” A grin slips onto my lips.

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