Page 52 of Run Little Killer
Nix grumbles something in response, but fuck it, he'll get over it. I can't focus on anything right now except the way little jolts of electricity are sparking beneath my skin, my orgasm rapidly building.
I’mright therewhen rough hands suddenly snatch my wrists, tearing them away from Rhett’s hair.
"What the fuck?" I pant as Nix winds his black bandana around my wrists, binding them together.
He whips them above my head, his hard cock bobbing in front of my face. "Don't fucking keep me from seeing my best friend eat our girl’s pussy."
I open my mouth to respond, but he shoves the head of his dick past my lips before I can get a word out. Relaxing my throat, I hollow out my cheeks as he pulls out, then thrusts back in. He goes deeper each time, cutting off my oxygen as he buries himself. At the same time, Rhett’s sucking hard on my clit, the tip of one of his thick digits pressing at my entrance.
Moaning around Nix's length, drool dribbles down my chin as Rhett sinks a finger inside me. He works in another and I can feel my release rising once again.
"You close, little killer?" Nix asks, voice straining as he keeps rocking his hips to fuck my face.
I hum around him, looking up to watch the way his jawtenses when I do, the flicker of something primal dancing in his dark eyes.
"Then do it," he smirks, darting a hand up to fist my hair. "Come on Rhett's face while I fuck your skull."
He jerks me sideways, my body twisting at the waist as Nix forces his thick cock to the back of my throat while Rhett continues to devour my pussy. The fingers of his other hand flex around the column of my neck, further threatening my oxygen. My lungs start to burn, red hot tears pricking behind my eyes as black spots start to cloud my vision. His grip is harsh as he hammers down my throat, but paired with the way Rhett is curling his fingers deep inside me, I can't separate the pain from pleasure, the fear from arousal.
I start to get light headed, a split second of panic spearing through me as my throat tightens. My body tingles with static as the pressure, the sensations, all of it becomes too much. I hurtle over the edge of bliss headfirst, intense pleasure blazing its way through my veins. I swear to god my body levitates off the bed as Nix releases his grip, pulling his dick from my mouth, fresh oxygen surging its way into my lungs. I fall to my back, gulping in big breaths of air. A sheen of sweat clings to my skin, fresh tears and saliva running down my face as my chest heaves.
"Let me taste her," Nix says, stoking himself as he walks towards Rhett.
Rhett rocks back, pushing to stand and letting Nix settle between my quivering thighs instead. He laps up my release as my soul finds its way back to my body.
Rhett steps up beside me, knuckles sliding down my cheek as he asks, "You okay, darlin'?"
A fresh tear slips from the corner of my eye as I swivelmy head to the side. His blue eyes are laced with concern, a slight furrow to his brows as he waits for my response.
"Yeah," I rasp, throat raw.
His lips tilt in a half smile. "You're such a good girl, Lennon."
If I wasn't already a boneless mess, those words would have melted me into a puddle.
The mattress dips as Nix slides in behind me, his cock resting against my ass. "C'mere," he murmurs, tugging my bound wrists over my head and around his neck. His tattooed fingers pinch my hard nipples, and my jaw hinges open with a moan. Palming my breasts, he peppers kisses along my jawline until our mouths fuse together. The kiss is hard and fast, teeth clashing before he breaks it.
Nix trails a hand down my stomach, his searing touch skimming back and over my hip. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, my back arching as he inches inside. A groan rumbles from his throat as he stretches me wide and fully seats himself inside.
Rhett sinks down on the edge of the bed, one hand stroking my cheek, the other stroking his length. I watch his fingers play with the barbell piercing and then the hoop as he moves up and down his shaft, a bead of precum glistening as it leaks from this tip. Nix rolls his hips, slowly dragging himself back before rutting into me again, and again.
"You think we should let him join, little killer?" Nix murmurs.
"Yeah," I mutter with a wince, throat still raw from Nix's harsh grip. My mouth hinges open in invitation as I look up at him.
"Not there, darlin'," Rhett says, pushing to his feet.
My brows furrow in confusion, Nix thrusting harshlyinto me one last time before he pulls out. I feel hollow without either of them inside me, my body throbbing for their touch.
Nix drags his cock through my wetness, teasing my clit as he moves to my back hole and spits. I tense when warm saliva hits my asshole, and again when the slick tip of his dick presses against the tight ring of muscle, all the air punching from my lungs as a burning sensation ripples beneath my skin.
"Let me in, Lennon. Just relax," he whispers lowly. "Can you do that for me, baby?"
I nod with a sharp inhale, slowly blowing it out as he eases in further. It hurts– the stretch, the unfamiliar pressure– all of it has my stomach churning in trepidation.
"It's not going to fit," I whimper through gritted teeth.
"Shh," Nix hushes. "I'll make it fit."
