Page 68 of Half the Summer's Night
“Are you?” he asks, more sharply. Then he looks up at me, the mask distorted above his red, eager mouth.
“No,” I whisper. It hangs on the frigid air, a terrible, terrible truth.
Nameless grins. “I told you,” he says. “You understand me.”
Then he kisses my cunt. The sudden heat of his mouth makes me cry out and jolt backward, and my hand brushes against the corpse’s lifeless flesh.
Heat surges through my body.
I tell myself it’s from Nameless and his talented, dexterous tongue, which is currently swirling around my clit like he’s determined to make me come as quickly as possible. But I know that’s a lie. And as Nameless licks me, I move my hand back, centimeter by centimeter, until I feel the flesh again.
Another shudder of desire wracks through me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my breath coming out in short, frantic gasps. Nameless moans against my pussy, and the heat of his mouth is a startling, delicious contrast to the cold slab of flesh beneath my hand.
It’s not that I have any desire to fuck the dead. It’sthisbody in particular. This man who humiliated me. And I don’t want to fuck his corpse, anyway. I want to?—
I want to desecrate it.
“More,” I whisper, rolling my hips against Nameless’s face. He makes another soft moan and then, to my despair, pulls away.
The cold air washes over my drenched pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you on top of him,” he says, rising to standing. “You tell me if you want to look at him or not.”
My thoughts are like static. My cunt throbs with a need to be filled.
“I want to look at you,” I say softly.
Nameless gives me the smile of a predator. “You’re a fucking angel.”
I am no such thing, and we both know it. But it’s not a thought I can dwell on, because Nameless hoists me up by the waist and slides me onto the drawer. When the ice of the metalhits my ass, I cry out at the shock of it, at the contrast to the liquid heat between my legs.
And then he shoves me a few inches further until I bump against the body, the flesh cold and clammy against mine.
“Beautiful,” he says, and there’s a kind of wonder in his voice. He slides his mask down, hiding his mouth but giving me a view of his eyes again, and I shudder as they drink me in, naked and splayed out across a dead fucking body.
“Touch yourself,” he orders.
I do, snaking my arm down to circle against my clit. I’m drenched. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ve ever been so wet. I can feel it pooling on the metal.
I’m going to have to sanitize this, I think, just for a second, before all I can focus on is my pleasure.
Well, my pleasure, and the sight of Nameless pulling out his cock.
I might have had it in my mouth a week ago, but I didn’t really get a good look at it, not in the dark. Here, beneath the bright, gleaming lights of the examination room, I see it in all its glory: thick and slightly curved and already beading with precum.
He steps up to me and pulls my hand away from my clit so he can replace it with his cockhead. I moan and tilt backward, draping myself over the stiff, freezing flesh of the man he killed. Nameless rubs his dick along my slit, slowly easing himself in.
“Do you like this?” he murmurs, teasing me with his cockhead. “Pressed between me and my victim?”
“Yes,” I gasp out. There’s no hesitation. I can’t deny it. Not anymore.
“So do I,” he says.
Then he slides his full length into me.
For a moment, he doesn’t move. Just buries himself in my pussy, his masked face inches from mine. His breath shudders softly as his dark, glittering eyes search my face.
