Page 17 of Run Little Killer
“You don’t heed warnings well, do you?” I murmur, toying with the dampening hem of her panty-clad center.
I half expect a smart ass comeback, but she doesn’t say a damn thing. Just makes a little mewling sound deep in her throat, rocking forward and pressing her pussy into my hand. She sucks in a gasp as my thumb presses against her clit through the fabric, her warm breath fanning across my chest on the exhale.
Fuck.
These little sounds she’s making are so delicate, so unlike the Lennon I’ve seen so far.I wonder if she’s really this docile when it comes to sex?
Lennon hitches her hip, shifting her weight so she’s straddling me. The heat of her core nestles onto my hard length as her knees sink into the mattress on either side of my waist. She cards a hand through her chestnut locks, eyes laced with lust peering down at me as a devious smile spreads across her lips.
“Warnings are just empty threats,” she muses, palms splaying across my chest as she rolls her hips.. She hums in smug amusement, lips parting with a gasp as she rubs her cunt up and down my shaft.
Ah, fuck. Definitely not docile.
My cock twitches beneath the cotton of my sweats as I pick up my head and glance towards Nix’s bed.Still asleep.With a groan, I grip her thighs and dig my fingers into her skin, tightening my hold on her as I buck and rotate my hips. Her nails pierce my flesh and she tosses her head back as she grinds her pussy harder against me. I stifle a moan as she starts to ride me, nice and slow. Every couple of strokes, I thrust up, matching her movements as she pins her bottom lip between her teeth and whimpers in pleasure.
Her eyes flutter shut, tits swaying with each tilt of her hips. I slip a hand between us, and she pauses as I push herunderwear to the side. Tracing her slit, her juices coat my fingers as I pinch her clit.
“Rhett,” she moans. Her voice is sharp and sweet, cutting through my resolve like a siren's call.
Tracing circles, I alternate the pressure until her skin is flush and she’s coming apart on my hand.And damn if it isn’t a sight I wouldn’t mind seeing again. Her chest heaves with a content sigh as she stills, slack and sated.
I turn my head at the sound of rustling sheets, meeting Nix’s heated gaze. It’s not the first time one of us has gotten pussy in front of the other– and if Lennon sticks around for a few days, it won’t be the last. Deciding to tease the bastard a little, my lips tug up into a smirk as I thrust two thick digits deep into Lennon’s cunt.
She gasps at the intrusion, her sweet little pussy’s warm and wet and so goddamn tight. I debate flipping her over and burying my dick deep inside of her until my release is seeping out. But then I remember how we got here. This is for her relief, clearing out the shadows that shrouded her dreams.
And now we’ve got an audience.
I shift around, working the blankets back to give Nix a better view as I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them at their deepest point. She mutters a strained curse, tilting her hips as she grinds against my hand. She’s fucking my fingers and chasing her release. Her thighs start to tremble and I know she’s almost there.
“C’mon darlin’,” I murmur, working her clit with thumb. “Drench my fucking hand.”
I swear she draws blood when her nails rake across my chest, her mouth hingeing open in silent ecstasy as her walls tighten and she gets off on my fingers. When she comes down from her orgasm and her breathing slows, I fixher panties, pulling back my hand and her wet center settles over my lap. My cock throbs eagerly at the contact, her juices soaking through my sweats.
“Good girl,” I praise, bringing my slick fingers to my lips.
She watches through half-lidded eyes as I take my time sucking each one clean. And fuck me if it doesn’t taste even sweeter when she’s watching.
“Fucking Christ,” Nix grumbles, tossing back his covers.
Lennon’s head whips to the side, suddenly aware of his presence as he pushes to his feet. He stomps off toward the bathroom, hard dick bobbing in front of him with each step. I let out a chuckle as the door slams shut and the shower starts. My stomach dips as lithe fingers skim my lower abs, sliding beneath my waistband.
"C'mere," I coax, tugging Lennon down on top of me.
"What about you?" she asks, fighting back a yawn.
"Later," I say, stroking her hair. "Get some rest, darlin’."
Nodding her head against my chest, she wiggles around, blanketing herself over me. And even with my uncomfortably hard dick pinned down by her perfect pussy, I still manage to drift off into an easy sleep.
8
LENNON
My dreamless sleep comes to an end when I hear low murmurs and the rustling of sheets. I peel my eyes open just in time to watch the ripple of Rhett's back muscles as he strides out the door with his phone pressed to his ear.
With a groan, I stretch my arms above my head and kick the blankets off. Swinging my legs around and pushing myself up to sit on the edge of the mattress, I realize I'm alone. Through the half-open curtains, I watch Nix lean a shoulder against a post outside, lowering a cigarette from his mouth as he exhales a cloud of smoke and takes a drink from a paper cup.
Coffee.
