Page 51 of Run Little Killer
My eyes flutter open as the heat of another body bleeds into my front. Nix lifts the bottle to his lips and takes another long pull, his dark eyes boring into mine, threatening to consume me. He reaches out, thumb and forefinger digging into my cheeks and forcing my mouth open. Then he leans in, jaw flexing, lips parting as the Gin spills into my waiting mouth from his. The sharp, dry bite of Gin mingles with the nicotine from his cigarette as it hits my tongue. He releases my face, tattooed hand sliding to the column of my throat as his thumb swipes down the side. “Swallow,” he commands.
I hold his gaze as I do, the heat of the liquor paling in comparison to the blaze of need burning between my thighs. I stick out my tongue as proof like it’s med time at Briarwood.
“Thatta girl,” he praises, flexing his grip on my neck.
Before I can respond, he grips me by the waist, spinning me around. I yelp as his hand cracks down onto my ass cheek, body jolting.
Rhett reaches around my body to rub the offended area, fingers sinking into my cheeks to lift me up. My legs instinctively part, looping around his waist as my arms lock around his neck. His mouth crashes against mine with insatiable hunger. It’s messy and urgent, our teeth clashing as his tongue explores every last bit of my mouth.
Nix presses in against my backside, calloused fingers sweeping my hair over a shoulder as he bites down on the tender skin beneath my jaw. I choke on a gasp, breaking Rhett’s kiss as tingles dance across my skin.
“I can’t wait to fuck you like this, little killer,” Nix murmurs, bucking his hips.
My heart stutters in my chest, overwhelmed as sensations and fantasies blend together to create a pulsing ache deep in my core that’s just begging for these men to ruin me.
Tipsy from the Gin, high on their touch, and drunk with need, I pant, “What are you waiting for?”
22
LENNON
My back bounces against the mattress as Rhett drops me in the center of a large bed, Nix kicking the door shut as he enters behind us. The hallway felt like a never ending maze of doors, but given the way the guys beelined right for this one, it’s safe to assume that this is their room. The fact that there are two beds in here only further lends to that belief, and from the way Rhett marched right over to this one, I’m guessing it’s his.
Works for me.
Pushing up to sit, I toe off my shoes, then slowly start pulling my sweatshirt off overhead, meeting Rhett's hungry gaze as he starts unfastening his belt. It’s so damn sexy how he yanks it free with one hand like he’s Magic Mike. With rapt attention, he watches as I remove my bra, nipples instantly hardening as the cool air brushes over them. He leans forward and curls his fingers around my waistband, ripping my leggings and panties off in one fell swoop, then rocking back to gaze down at me.
"Fuck, darlin'," Rhett growls, biting his fist as he rakes his lust-filled eyes over my naked form.
"Taste her," Nix orders, shedding his kutte and hoodie before stepping out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Rather than moving to join us, he claims the chair beside the bed, taking his hard cock in hand and giving it a lazy stroke as his eyes meet mine. "Make her come on your tongue."
"Gladly," Rhett drawls, a shiver of anticipation running through me as his hand locks around my thighs and he yanks me to the edge of the bed.
Tossing one of my legs over each shoulder, Rhett lowers himself between them, his calloused palms caressing my hips as he settles himself at the apex of my thighs.
"How wet is she?" Nix asks, stroking himself as he watches us.
"She's fucking dripping," Rhett answers, the coil in my belly winding tighter in anticipation.
"Of course she is," Nix groans, his hand gliding up his shaft faster. "Little killer is a desperate little slut when it comes to our cocks."
He's not wrong.
I shudder a breath as Rhett flattens his tongue, dragging it from ass to clit and placing a kiss on my mound. "You like that, sweetheart?" he murmurs, hot breath skating across my wet center and sending shivers racing down my spine.
"Yes," I pant, swallowing thickly.
"Good," he smirks.
He moves with purpose, delivering slow and tender swipes of his tongue along the seam of my pussy. My hips jerk as he teases circles over my clit, and he chuckles in response, the vibrations winding the coil in my belly tighter. He bands a corded forearm across my hips, anchoring me in place as his actions become firmer andmore deliberate.
"Oh fuck!" I shout as he rakes his teeth over my clit, my hands threading into his blonde hair.
I hold him in place, keeping his mouth right where I need it and trying to ground myself as every flick, suck, and goddamn stroke of his tongue forces me closer to the edge.
"Move your hands so I can see, little killer," Nix growls.
"No," I moan, eyes sliding shut as I roll my hips up to meet each lap of Rhett's tongue.
