Page 52 of Property of Necro
“Rot.”
“Go on. Make me come.”
“Rot,” I rasp, squeezing around his shaft.
“Tell me.”
“I want your cum.” I want him to fill me and… eat it.
“What else do you want, Red?”
“Necro.”
“What do you want from him? Say it.”
“I wanna suck his cock.”
“Yeah? You wish he were here, fillin’ your mouth?”
I nod repeatedly, loving that idea, wanting him to join us. “Yes. Please. Yes.”
“How bad do you want it?”
“Please. I want… I want to suck his piercings.” All of them.
“Prez. Did you hear our girl? She needs your cock. Come fill her mouth. She needs you.”
“Please,” I beg, drunk on the prospect of feeling him for the first time in my mouth, in my hands. Those metal bumps. The precum. His scent. Taste. “Please,” I whine, hoping he’s watching.
Riding Rot, my pleasure drags on until my thighs burn, and my arousal drips down his shaft, coating his balls. Leaning forward, I grind on him, reach between his parted thighs, and fondle his heavy sac.
Rot gathers my mess of loose curls and wraps them around his fist. “Fuck, Red.”
“I’ve got you.”
“Christ. You’re perfect.”
The phone on Rot’s desk buzzes like a vibrator with an incoming call, and I hold my breath to see how he plans to handle this.
“Dammit. I gotta take it.” Sliding us closer, Rot grabshis cell before it falls on the floor, presses a button, and holds it to his ear. “What’s up?”
There’s a long pause as Rot listens to whoever is on the line.
“Fuck. Okay. This early?” He taps my hip. I read the signal like he wants me to get up. That’s obviously the wrong idea when he grabs my hair and forces me to sit right back down on his dick. I grunt and take him to the hilt. He scoots us forward with me still impaled and reaches around my front to play with my clit while he chats with whoever’s on the phone.
“Yep. I hear ya, brother.”—pause— “No. I’m with my old lady.”
His what?
I still, but some hot biker with deft fingers rubs my clit like a magician. My legs tremble, and I clench my teeth together to keep from moaning.
How is he so good at this?
“Oh. Necro didn’t tell ya, huh? Figures. Hey. Give me a minute.”
Rot pulls the phone from his ear and sets it face down on my thigh. The cold screen forces goosebumps to sprout to the surface and me to shiver.
Dropping my hair to wrap his arm around my middle, Rot scoots us on his creaky wheels closer to the red dot in the corner. “Hey, asshole, stop watchin’ me fuck our lady and call Gunz. He has news,” he speaks to the camera, then picks up the phone, says a few words, and ends the call.
