Page 69 of Half the Summer's Night
“Finally,” he breathes, slowly starting to roll his hips against mine. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
I whimper as his thrusts quicken, his cock sliding against my drenched, slippery walls. Then he pushes himself on top of me, pinning me against the body of his victim. That cold flesh sears into my skin, although I can feel it warming beneath me. After all, my own body is on fire.
I hook my legs around Nameless’s hips and thrust against him, dragging his cock deeper inside me. It’s been years since I’ve had sex, mostly because it never, ever felt likethis. It was always short and perfunctory and frankly boring. I was better off taking care of myself.
But for the first time, sex feels like something I can’t do on my own. Nameless pushes his cock inside me with hard, pounding thrusts, each one grinding me down against the corpse, like a reminder that he did that for me. Killed someone.
Just for insulting me. Just for making me uncomfortable.
I scream out my abandon, thrusting up into him. The examination room floods with a wet, slapping sound, and Nameless groans and runs his hands up to my waist to squeeze my breasts. The leather of his gloves is soft and satiny, and it feels just as good here as it did between my legs.
“Are you going to come for me?” he rasps. “On top of this corpse that I made for you?”
I nod, gasping. And I think I am. I can feel the swell of my pleasure building,
“Say it,” he orders, wrapping one hand around my neck, holding me down as he thrusts into me. “Say how happy you are I brought you this dead man.”
“Yes!” I choke out, my legs already starting to quaver. “Yes! Thank you! I knew it was you when I heard abo?—”
I cut myself on as Nameless angles himself against my clit, making my whole core quake with need.
“Is that it?” He presses the mask’s twisting mouth against my ear. “Is that the spot you like, little detective?”
He does it again, striking my clit like a flint. I scream and flail my arms out to run my hands over the cool, rubbery skin of the dead body beneath me. This refrigerated meat is all that’s left of that asshole at the golf course.
I whimper wordlessly. Nameless keeps his rhythm steady, and I’m so wet that I can feel it slicking down my thighs. His cock slides through my folds like a knife through hot-melted better.
“I want you to come,” he pants. “I want to feel it around my cock. Can you do that for me, little detective?”
His hand tightens slightly around my throat, and I stare up at him. At the mask. At the eyes, boring into me.
“Faster,” I whisper. “Fuck me faster.”
He does. Faster, and harder, too. Hard enough that the drawer shakes on its tracks, and I bounce against the corpse, and my body seizes up.
“Just… like… that…” I choke out, grabbing at his arms. His eyes flash. He obliges, sliding his cock through my wetness so the base of it massages my clit. “Don’t… fucking… stop…”
“I’ll never stop,” he growls, fingers tightening just a little bit harder.
I don’t know what it is—if it’s his words, or if it’s the faint pressure of his grip threatening to cut off my air—but I come. My pleasure pours through me, hot and molten, and I arch against the corpse and howl with ecstasy. My lower body convulses, each contraction another ripple of pleasure, and Nameless doesn’t stop fucking me. He drives into me over and over, and I can see a wildness in his eyes. A needy, desperate hunger.
Then he makes a strangled sound and shudders against me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck, that was perfect.”
I wind my arms around his shoulders, pressing him into me. He nuzzles my neck, then grabs my waist and heaves me up, lifting me off the shelf entirely. I cry out in surprise and cling to him as he slowly lowers me down to the floor, pulling his cock out of me in the process.
I can’t believe the hot, slippery mess between my legs. Can’t believe I came like that?—
On top of a corpse.
I look over my shoulder at the body. Our desperate fucking slid it sideways along the shelf, and the arm hangs off the side, along with the ruin of the head.
“You looked so beautiful,” Nameless says suddenly.
I jerk my gaze back over to him. He’s watching me intently, his cock still out, wet from my arousal.
“On the body,” he says. “I always wanted?—”
