Page 147 of Property of Necro
“Hi.” I smile, so damn proud of him.
His eyes widen as if he’s just now realizing how close I am and that I’m naked on top of him. Leaning in, I brush my lips over his scarred ones. They’re rough and bumpy, but they’re his, sothey’re perfect.
He makes a sound in his throat.
And I giggle against his mouth.
“If you don’t grab her ass, I’m gonna be pissed,” Coffin growls from the doorway, where he and Rot popped their heads in to check on us not long ago. “She has a fantastic ass.”
“Yeah, she does. I should know. I got to fuck it today. Best. Ass, Red. Absolutely the best,” Rot tacks on.
“You’re ridiculous.” I roll my eyes, smiling against Necro’s lips. A tiny laugh bubbles out of my throat.
“I’m your ridiculous.”
Of course, he is.
Necro obeys his brother and tentatively runs his palms down my backside and cups my bare cheeks. I wiggle in his lap, nuzzling my pussy against his obvious erection.
He groans, grips me harder, and rocks my cunt firmly against his jean-covered member.
“You feel good,” I purr. “Maybe you should take him out.”
That must be the wrong thing to say, because the rocking stops and his entire frame goes rigid. Necro removes his hands, and I drop my forehead to his shoulder and groan in sexual frustration. I haven’t come yet today. I don’t know why. I’m usually quick to get off. But I haven’t. I don’t know if it’s all the sex or my worry about him, letting me get to the precipice, but before I jump, everything simmers down. It’s annoying, and I try not to think about it too much. Life happens.
But this…
Being with him. Touching him. Feeling him.
I’m so horny, I could come from dry humping.
But I won’t beg.
If he doesn’t want me that way, if he’s uncomfortable, if I’ve pushed him too far, I don’t want to be that girl—the annoying, needy one, who pleads for attention.
He deserves to set his own boundaries, and I’ve already crossed more than a few of those today.
Sucking his cock will go down as one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done in my life.
All those piercings are seriously hot.
Kissing his bare shoulder, I reluctantly slide out of Necro’s lap and try my best not to pout too much as I get up and exit the bathroom to give him space.
Coffin swats my butt playfully on the way out, and Rot kisses my cheek.
Once I’m in the bedroom, alone, I wipe the remnants of cum from my legs with one of the wet wipes from Rot’s nightstand and slip on another black t-shirt from his dresser. Crawling into his bed, I set the tablet up and select a horror movie that’ll take my mind off Necro and my lack of orgasm.
I got to touch him today.
Taste him.
See him unmasked.
That’s more than enough.
Or so I keep telling my greedy self as I watch a clown dismember a teenager and wait for the tingle in my pussy to go away.
I can come another time.
