Page 55 of Caution Tape

As I watch Ryan press his cock between her lips, I wonder if all this taunting will get me killed one of these days. Cora does have the capacity for violence, just a certain lack of follow through.

She crawls forward a bit and does a move I haven’t seen from her yet, taking him as deep as she can and then shaking her head slowly back and forth while looking adoringly up at him.

“Oh my God,” Ryan groans, and he tilts his head toward the ceiling.

That irritates me. I am hard, achingly aroused, but at this point it might be more in anticipation of watching her kill him. Every kill so far has been mine, an act of labor and effort. Might be nice to let her do all the work. Whatever Cora is doing with her mouth must be making Ryan weak in the knees, because he backs up and sits back down on the couch. Cora—sexylittle Cora—keeps sucking the entire time, crawling to stay with it, her eyes never leaving his face. Her ass sways invitingly before me. I reach out and grab her hips, but she pulls away from me, glancing back at me and shaking her ass a little, grinning.

My hands spring out again and grab her ankles, dragging her backwards away from Ryan, sliding her on the floor on her stomach. Before she can raise herself, I bury my face in her ass, my hands pushing her thighs apart as I run the tip of my tongue from the very bottom of her folds, pressing firmly with my bottom lip and jaw, my neck stretching so I can get underneath her. I lick upward in one slow, forceful action, stopping and swirling my tongue in a luscious motion around the rim of her ass. I feel her tense up, and the taunting, vaguely amused tone she normally has slips as she lets out a low moan, followed by a demand through gritted teeth.

“Do that again, Nolan.”

I do as I’m told, this time inching two of my fingers inside of her while I move my tongue faster, curling it into a U-shape as it slips deeper into her hole. I’ve never seen her so wet. I hear movement above me and glance up to see Ryan standing over us, stroking his cock and watching. I stop what I’m doing.

“No—please don’t stop,” Cora whines, and I gesture for him to grab her arms as I seize her legs.

“To the bedroom,” I tell him. “We’ll play with her there.”

Together we twist her around on her back and lift her like she’s a piece of furniture. Ryan walks backwards as she swings between us. She’s facing me, watching me with interest. She bites her lip and lets out a small laugh, then says to me, “I think his dick is bigger than yours.”

I smile back, picturing her in my shipping container, her stomach open before me with my fingers deep inside the wound, pulling out all her squishy, hot organs.

“You evil little slut. You want us to fuck you up, don’t you?”

She sticks her tongue out at me. “You boys are all talk.”

“You guys are insane,” Ryan says. He’s smiling too, we’re all smiles, our happy little fuck-fest. I make a kissing face at Ryan.

“You have no idea, baby. Nofuckingidea.”

Chapter Twenty

Cora

The mood changes when we get to the bedroom. The playfulness—or whatever Nolan’s version of playfulness is—disappears, and it quickly becomes clear that he meant it when he said I was going to be their toy.

I’m thrown violently onto the bed. Before I can sit up and get my hair out of my face, one of them is on me, spreading my legs apart and sliding into me, pausing to straighten up on the bed before he begins thrusting in earnest, feverish strokes.

It feels good, and I like the way he holds one of my thighs with his left hand, hooking it between his bicep so I can feel it straining against my skin. I even like the way his hair is disheveled and the short, harsh breaths that feel hot against my breasts as he buries his face between them but…

It isn’t Nolan.

My eyes find him as he crawls onto the bed beside me. He has that look on his face. That distant, vacant look; a plaster mask of inexpression. His mouth is frozen in a smirk, his eyes slightly narrowed. I wonder how long he’s practiced this look.

There’s a long scratch running a bright red line down the underside of his neck to his collarbone, and I reach up to caress it as Ryan grunts and thrusts even deeper into me, lifting my hips, making me let out a moan.

Nolan knocks my hand away.

“You don’t get to touch me yet.”

I start to roll my eyes, turning my head away from him but both of his large hands grab me, seizing my face and throat. There’s a callus on his left palm; I can feel it on my throat, the rough abrasion rubbing against me.

I grab that wrist, and direct that hand downward. Nolan lets me, his expression slightly more interested, as I steer his palm down my body, over my breasts, his hand gripping each of them, the callus teasing my nipples in an achingly sweet twinge of nerves.

Ryan asks, “Do you like that, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Nolan orders. His eyes never leave my face, and I see the glint of homicidal fury that flares there. As if he just remembered Ryan exists; an alarm clock waking him from a pleasant dream.

Ryan falls silent and fucks me faster, the slight curve in his dick grazing my G-spot but not hitting exactly, making me more and more frustrated with each thrust. I need more.

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