Page 11 of He Who Sleeps

“It wasn’t impulsive,” she said and smiled at him. “You think I didn’t plan this, Stitches?” she asked and pulled him closer, running her mouth over his. “I needed to know who you were. After last year, I needed to know.” She nuzzled him. “But I understand,” she said softly. “I knew it would be perfect...” she smiled again, dopey, seriously fuck drunk on the man. “I won’t fuck up.” She looked into his bright hazel eyes, and bit her bottom lip. “I love the way you kiss.”

"Well, you might have known I'd let you get away with it because, let's face it, I'm not as fucking serious as the others, but don't go planning this kind of shit with anyone else, okay?" He kissed her again. "I like to hurt you, but I don't want to have to kill you. It'd be a waste of this perfect fucking ass."

And fuck, she liked when he hurt her. She nodded. “That’s not my end game, Stitches,” she said softly. “This just makes what you are going to do better.” She chuckled. “And now I don’t feel so bad about fantasizing about the hot runner I see every morning. I mean, he wasn’t one of my seven, but he did push my buttons. Now I know why.”

His eyes clouded over. "You can't change the way we interact when we see each other outside of here," he told her. "The others can't know that you know who I am. It's too dangerous."

“I wouldn’t give the game away, Stitches. Ever. You guys might not understand it, but I like this. I like my life with you seven in it. I don’t want that to change.” And she meant it. “Nothing changes.”

"Okay then." His eyes were still troubled, but he forced a smile. "Be careful, okay?" He kissed her again and then moved away, tucking himself back into his pants. "You can use the bathroom in here to clean up. I'll go send up whoever is next."

“Stitches?” she asked as he went to walk away.

"Yeah?" He paused and turned back to her.

She got up and went to him, pulling him into another kiss. “See you tomorrow.” She grinned. “Sleep well.”

"You, too." With a last grin, he pulled his mask back on and left the room.

***

Neon found her slumpedagainst the wall, a silly smile on her face. She watched him squat down and run his fingers down her arm.

“Stitches fuck you good?”

She nodded.

“So good.” She had loved it, the man taking her hard and fast against the wall. She didn’t think she’d had any more orgasms in her after Snake’s Sybian, but her Stitches had dragged them out of her anyway. Seeing his face had been the icing on the cake.

First Snake, then Stitches, though Stitches was more amenable to what she did. Neon was going to make number three. She hoped.

“You going to fuck me good as well?”

“I think you know I always deliver.”

She smiled at his neon mask, catching his finger when he ran it over her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. “And you know just what I want.”

Neon was easy. He was obsessed with her mouth and having his cock in it. Tonight would be a quick play for them, which meant tomorrow... She nipped his finger and he hissed.

“On your knees,” he ordered and she went to the floor immediately, hands going to his slacks to unbutton and unzip. She had him in her hand in moments, the thick tattooed length heavy in her palm.

“Open.” She did and closed her eyes as he gripped her head, shoving his length into her mouth, choking her. She gagged and shivered, trying like hell to relax her throat. Neon was brutal in his attention, fucking her mouth as he gripped her hair, going for long, deep strokes, all but cutting her air off.

Before him, she never thought breath play would be her thing, but with Neon it was a craving. She was soaked, feeling herself dripping down her thighs, both Stitches’ cum and her own. And her nipples ached with how tight they were, reveling in the rough treatment.

“That’s a good girl, taking it so well,” he grated from behind the mask. She moaned, the vibration on his cock making him hiss. “Ah fuck, this throat is too fucking good...”

She moaned again, her hand squeezing the base like she knew he liked, readying herself. He came with a growl, shooting down her throat and filling her mouth with cum, which she greedily drank down.

“Ah, don’t waste a drop,” he said as she moaned. When he started to pull back, she licked his shaft, sucking all the fluid off it, pulling back with a pop.

“Present,” he ordered and she leaned back, opening her mouth to show him she had swallowed it all, and then darted her tongue out and licked what was at the corner of her mouth. He groaned and had her on her feet in seconds, her knees like jello, weak and barely holding her up, as he pushed her against the wall. Apparently that was going to be the theme of the night with these men.

His fingers found her wet, and she arched as he slipped two of them inside her without resistance. “Such a dirty girl, so wet, cum sliding out of you... So fucking hot. You like being full of cum? Like knowing you sucked me fucking dry?”

She moaned and nodded, her core clenching his fingers. “Good girls get rewards, and you are being so good.” He fucked her with his fingers. “Tell me you love it.”

“I... oh, I love... Please... Neon!” she screamed as she came, her sheath clamping down on his fingers, and he groaned.