Page 26 of Run Little Killer
“Says the walking red flag,” I scoff, rolling on to my side to face him in his bed across from mine. “Stop being so damn dramatic.”
"You made me bleed," he deadpans.
"You called me crazy."
"No," he grunts, punching the pillow and propping it behind his head. "Isaidonly crazy people like ham and pineapple pizza."
"Literally the same thing," I state.
"And to be fair, it was just a plastic fork she jabbed you with," Rhett chuckles from behind me.
"Fuck off– both of you," he growls.
"Didn't need your permission," Rhett says lowly, banding a thick, corded forearm around my waist and tugging me against him.
The heat of his body bleeds into my back, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my ass cheeks. A moan escapes my throat as I arch into him. He rucks up the hem of my shirt, palm splaying against my stomach. His warm breath brushes against the shell of my ear as he murmurs, "Want my help relaxing again tonight, darlin'?"
I hum in response, tilting my head back to rest against his chest.
"Be a good girl and use your words for me," he drawls, the calloused pads of his fingers skimming the waistband of my panties and sending goosebumps across my skin.
Without a word, I arch my back in the slightest and grind my ass against his erection. He was the perfect gentleman last night, even turning me down when I tried to reciprocate. Let's see just how strong his resolve is.
"Gonna be a brat, huh?" he questions, nipping at my earlobe.
"Don't act like you don't like it, old man," I tease.
"Hey now," he scolds, bucking his hips and rubbing his cock harder against me. "Don't start that."
I grab his hand, guiding it lower. "Then touch me already, daddy."
Something akin to a growl vibrates in his chest as he shoves his hand into my panties and cups my mound. "Say it again."
"Yes, daddy."
"Fuck, darlin'," he murmurs, finger dipping in to circle my clit. "I like the sound of that."
Even though the room is mostly dark as I reach a hand behind me, following the sharp cut of Rhett’s V and tugging at his waistband, I know Nix is watching. And that knowledge makes me even hornier. Rhett’s stomach flexes as I slide my palm beneath his sweats, pausingwhen I feel more than just pre-cum on his tip. There's something metal.
My fingers start to curl around him, finding a second piercing just a little lower. The coil in my belly winds tighter as I pump.
Alternating the pressure, he keeps working my clit until my legs begin to tremble. I roll my hand over his tip, toying with the hoop as he thrusts into my palm.
"C'mere, let me taste you," he murmurs, spreading my arousal down and teasing my entrance.
"Okay," I whisper, my skin heating and pussy throbbing with anticipation.
Rhett helps me squirm out of my panties, kicking them aside and twisting around to face away from him as I straddle his waist. His rough hands softly caress my thighs as he guides me back, broad tongue tracing my slit before plunging inside. I moan, hips bucking up at the sensation as his grip tightens, holding me in place.
"Bend over and suck his dick, little killer," Nix's gravely tone instructs.
My pulse skips, eyes flickering in his direction. The yellow lights from the parking lot cast a haze into our room, illuminating Nix's form propped up, his ink covered forearm flexing as he strokes his length. I want to be annoyed, but…shit, that’s hot.
His eyes are pinned on me, so much heat in his gaze that I start melting forward, doing as he says.
I push down Rhett’s sweatpants, his hard cock smacking against his lower abs. My eyes widen at the sight. He’s huge, a silver hoop looped through the tip and a barbell glinting just beneath the head.
Swallowing thickly, I grip his base, his skin is warm and velvety as I fold forward. I drag my tongue along a thickvein, teasing the tip as another bead of precum leaks out. Rhett groans, the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath my palm.
