Page 152 of Neon Flux

He left a trail of soft kisses along my thigh, but I was done being patient. I grabbed a handful of his thick, blue hair and tugged until he was buried in my pussy.

He huffed, which turned into both of us groaning as his tongue twisted around my clit before diving deeper into me. Itshifted between pointed and flat, each stroke finding a new angle to wreck me from until I was grinding against his face so hard his Flux strained. But I wanted more. I always wanted more from him.

“Cy, fuck me. Right now.”

To my surprise, he chuckled, pulling back just enough to speak.

“Why should I? I’m perfectly happy down here.” His breath ghosted over where I needed him most. “Maybe I want you to beg for it.” He nipped gently, and I considered it.

“God, I hate you.”

He let out a long, low hum that had me writhing. “Say it again. Tell me how much you hate me.”

“I…hate…you,” I said between pants.

“But you can’t resist me.” He licked a slow, deliberate line up my center that had me seeing stars.

He looked up at me with those eyes, wreathed in electricity and sin. I felt the metal ball of his piercing brush against my agonizingly swollen clit, and my eyes rolled back. Then he pulled back, and I let out an absolutely pathetic whimper.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. I looked down to see his swollen cock already out, precum leaking over his piercings from where he’d already been touching himself. I’d been too distracted to notice. I raised a brow at him as he rolled the condom on.

“What? I’m only human.”

He hooked his arm under one of my thighs and opened me further to him as he moved behind me, laying us down on the couch. The heat of his chest pressed against my back, and I rolled my hips against him. “So impatient.” He nipped the skin beneath my ear and pressed his cock against my ass. “Good things come to those who wait, you know?”

“Maybe I’m tired of waiting,” I hissed, pressing into him again.

“I can tell.” He snaked his other hand down my body, tracing the curve of my hip before sinking two fingers deep inside me.

“You’re even wetter now. You want this dick bad, huh?” I could feel the smirk on his lips as his teeth gently gripped my neck.

“Fuck y—” I couldn’t even finish the thought before a surge of electricity snaked over my skin, stealing the breath from my lungs as he withdrew his fingers. Before I could miss them, he slowly pressed his cock into me, inch by excruciating inch. A very needy moan ripped out of me as I stretched around him.

“Thought so.” He grabbed my nipple and pinched it as he set a grueling pace.

It wasn’t enough.

“Harder, Cy.”

“Don’t want to break you, doll.”

It didn’t feel like that. It felt like he wanted to tear me apart from the inside out—and I wanted it too. I wanted him to possess every part of me, to claim every piece, until there was nowhere left untouched—nowhere I wouldn’t still feel him when morning came.

His hand moved down again pressing into my lower abdomen. “Fuckin’ love feeling me move inside of you. Every inch of this pussy is mine. Like you were made for me.”

The worst part was, in that moment, I believed him. Our Flux synchronized with every thrust, currents flowing between us in perfect harmony. The sensation went beyond the physical—our electromagnetic fields merging into something new that belonged only to us. A secret, in a city where secrets didn’t exist.

“Fuck. You keep squeezing me like that, and I’m not going to last very long.” His voice was strained, his rhythm faltering.

“Come on, corpo. Show me what you’ve got.”

He let go of my leg and pushed me onto my stomach, my thighs pinned between his. I lifted my hips just enough for each of his thrusts to hit perfectly. I swore I could feel his piercing dragging over my g-spot again and again.

His weight pressed me into the couch as his pace grew erratic, Flux spiking as his control slipped and his orgasm neared. Mine was building too, pressure coiling tight at the base of my spine.

He wrapped his arm around me, his fingers finding my clit with hypnotic precision I couldn’t escape. My Flux surged with my orgasm, crashing into his—our electromagnetic fields fusing into a feedback loop that had us both crying out as sparks danced over our skin and static rippled through every muscle in my body.

I felt him pulse inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he came. For a moment, we were utterly still, connected in every way possible—physically, electrically, something more.