Page 27 of Run Little Killer
“Sink down darlin’,” Rhett’s husky voice commands, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh of my thighs as he pulls me closer to his face. “I want your cunt to smother me.”
My knees spread, body blanketing his as his stubble prickles my sensitive center. “Good girl,” he praises, warm breath sending chills racing up my spice.
I lick my lips, slowly sucking his hard length into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hisses as he rolls his hips, pushing his cock to the back of my throat.
“Goddamn,” Nix mutters beside us.
I shift around, eyes locking with his as I hollow my cheeks and bob my head. “Just like that, little killer,” Nix groans, pumping his fist in a rhythm that matches mine, probably imagining my mouth around him instead of his buddy.
And why am I imagining that now, too?
Rhett’s tongue laps at my pussy, teasing my clit in a way that has me humming out around him. He chuckles against my core, the soft vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. The pleasure starts to build, my body tensing with each little nip of his teeth, the sensations become too much to focus.
My nails dig into his thighs as I moan, our hips bucking in sync as we use each other to chase our mutual release.
Nix’s half-lidded eyes crinkle at the edges as his face splits into a smirk. “Fuck ya, such a pretty little slut, riding his face as you choke on him.”
It’s a fucked up compliment, I’m not too naive to know that, but the way he looks at me, his fingers workinghis length while his best friend is devouring me, sends me careening over the edge. My orgasm crashes into me, the waves of pleasure making my body quake as I get pulled into the euphoria of release.
My gaze sweeps from Nix’s dark eyes to the way Rhett’s toes start to curl. His motions become more frenzied and I suck him harder, tongue toying with his tip as I move a hand to cup his balls.
“Fuck… fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls as he thrusts deeper, spilling his release down my throat.
Strings of spit drape from my chin as I pull my head back, his rough handsgently caressing my sweat-slicked skin as he helps me shift upright.
Nix’s brows furrow, stomach flexing as swings his legs over the edge of his bed. He pushes to his feet, fist still pumping his dick as he steps closer.
“Open that bratty little mouth,” he murmurs.
I do as I’m told, sticking my tongue out as he erases the last bit of space between us. I flinch as hot sticky ropes of cum coat my face. Some twisted sense of pride fills me as the salty taste of his release mixes with the remnants of Rhett’s and I swallow.
Bringing his hand to my face, he drags a finger through the mess on my skin before pushing it into my mouth. “Suck,” he demands.
I lick his fingers clean, watching the way his lips curl into a grin as he says, “Thatta girl.”
12
LENNON
Hazy pinks and blues paint the sky, the morning sun barely peeking over the horizon as we ride over to Huber Auto. The cool breeze is earthy and sweet as it brushes past, chestnut waves blowing behind me. To most, this would be idealistic, a peaceful morning, the perfect ride, but I can’t shake the sense of unease rooted deep in my gut.
Last night should have been day two of my hellish dream trilogy, but the nightmare never came. Since they started, they've always come in threes. No matter how I tried to evade them, they came back relentlessly, forcing me to relive the worst moments of my life in a suspended state, mind and body unable to tell that it's a fucked up memory versus my current reality.
After we all finished last night, Rhett gently wiped my face and cleaned between my legs with a warm wash cloth while Nix kicked my underwear towards me and headed into the bathroom. I remember one moment, I was lying there in a blissed-out haze with the low hum of the AC acting like a discount sound machine, and then the next, itwas morning. And there’s no better way to wake up than to a shirtless Rhett and his low hanging sweats handing me a cup of coffee with his V taper at eye level. I should be happy that I didn't have the nightmare, but I can't stop dreading the next time I sleep.
The bike jerks in the slightest as Rhett downshifts, guiding it into the parking lot. A sun-bleached red and white sign is mounted on the old brick building, a man in a navy mechanic jumpsuit waiting in front of the garage door as we slow to a stop.
"Kurt," Rhett greets with a hint of question in his tone as he cuts the engine.
The guy nods, wiping grease from his hands on a tattered red rag.
Rhett and Nix dismount their bikes and stride towards him, each shaking his hand and introducing themselves. I climb off the bike, adjusting my leggings and smile politely. He glances in my direction, a skeptical look on his face as he asks, "She part of the crew?"
"Something like that," Nix snickers, adjusting his backwards hat.
"No one mentioned her to me when setting this up," he says, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm not one for surprises."
I roll my eyes, shifting my attention towards Rhett and ask, "Can I grab a coffee?" Tipping my head towards the cafe across the street.
