Page 10 of Run Little Killer
RHETT
Y ears spent in shoddy motels right off the interstate with paper thin walls have turned me into a heavy sleeper.
Between the long days on the road and the ache in my muscles from the hours spent on my bike– something that hasn’t gotten any easier with age– I’m usually exhausted by the time I fall onto the lumpy mattress in one of these places, passing out within minutes of my head hitting the pillow.
Not tonight, though– and it has nothing to do with the highway noise or the faint chirp of a smoke alarm that keeps going off in a neighboring room. It has everything to do with her .
The sexy little brunette in my MC shirt at my side.
It doesn't help that her bare thigh is slung across my lower abs, the heat of her pussy searing into my hip, teasing me with its proximity. Her skin is soft and supple, body warm and pliant. For as prickly as Lennon acts, she sure is a cuddler, and I have no complaints about sharing a bed with her.
Other than the blue balls .
"No," Lennon whimpers, her body tensing beneath the covers beside me.
It’s been about an hour since she started tossing and turning in her sleep, moving closer until she was on more than just my mind. I thought the guilt would start to creep in, but it never came.
Tess is the last girl I've shared a bed with. After she was killed, fucking lost its appeal. I saw her face in every girl that crawled into my lap. Nothing could distract me from the pain and guilt, and I still haven’t fully forgiven myself for not being there that night. For not saving her.
Lennon gasps, her brows furrowing together as her lips part, voice breaking through her fitful sleep again. "Stop."
I guess whatever demons she was running from still managed to find her.
Pale moonlight cuts in from the sheer curtains, illuminating a thin sheen of sweat across her forehead. "Hey," I whisper, brushing a damp strand of hair off her face.
Her eyes fly open, steely gray irises laced with fear as she slaps at my hand.
“Easy there,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks, jolting upright.
“Think you were having a bad dream.”
Blinking chaotically, her gaze darts around the room, almost as if she’s forgotten where she is. A deep snore reverberates from Nix’s open mouth and her shoulders relax. She huffs out a breath, a pink blush rising to her cheeks like she’s embarrassed. “Sorry. I… get those sometimes.”
There’s something raw and vulnerable etched in her features, so unlike the spitfire that’s been given us hell all night.
“Don’t we all?” I ask, trying to put her at ease.
She swallows thickly, nodding and laying back down. Not on the other side of the bed, but right where she was before, draped halfway over my body.
“You’re warm,” she breathes, her voice soft and a little rough from sleep. With a hum of contentment, she shifts around, getting comfortable. Each movement has the unfortunate side effect of making my dick even harder.
“I’ve got a lot of self control, darlin’,” I murmur, “but if you keep squirming like that, I can’t promise I’ll behave.”
She jerks her chin up, glaring at me through the darkness like she’s offended. Then her expression shifts to something more mischievous and she snuggles in even closer, like she’s teasing me on purpose.
Maybe she is. Hell, aside from going for a ride, blowing my load always helps me clear my head when there’s too much on my mind.
Maybe she’s employing the same tactic. When I walked in earlier, it seemed like Nix was the only one who got off.
If I was a good man, I’d ignore the way her thigh is brushing across my erection or how her finger is tracing lightly over my nipple– but I’m not, and she's been warned…
I slide my hand up the back of her leg, rucking up the hem of her shirt and following the curve of her ass until my hand comes to rest on her hip.
Leaning into the contact, she gives me all the signals to keep going and for the first time in a long time, I’ve got the urge to bury myself to the hilt in her wet heat.
I trail my fingers across her taut stomach, down the fabric of her panties, and when I reach the apex of her thighs, she parts them to grant me better access. Her breath hitches as I cup her pussy.
“You don’t heed warnings well, do you?” I murmur, toying with the dampening hem of her panty-clad center .
I half expect a smart ass comeback, but she doesn’t say a damn thing.
Just makes a little mewling sound deep in her throat, rocking forward and pressing her pussy into my hand.
She sucks in a gasp as my thumb presses against her clit through the fabric, her warm breath fanning across my chest on the exhale.
Fuck.
These little sounds she’s making are so delicate, so unlike the Lennon I’ve seen so far. I wonder if she’s really this docile when it comes to sex?
Lennon hitches her hip, shifting her weight so she’s straddling me.
The heat of her core nestles onto my hard length as her knees sink into the mattress on either side of my waist. She cards a hand through her chestnut locks, eyes laced with lust peering down at me as a devious smile spreads across her lips.
“Warnings are just empty threats,” she muses, palms splaying across my chest as she rolls her hips.. She hums in smug amusement, lips parting with a gasp as she rubs her cunt up and down my shaft.
Ah, fuck. Definitely not docile.
My cock twitches beneath the cotton of my sweats as I pick up my head and glance towards Nix’s bed.
Still asleep. With a groan, I grip her thighs and dig my fingers into her skin, tightening my hold on her as I buck and rotate my hips.
Her nails pierce my flesh and she tosses her head back as she grinds her pussy harder against me.
I stifle a moan as she starts to ride me, nice and slow.
Every couple of strokes, I thrust up, matching her movements as she pins her bottom lip between her teeth and whimpers in pleasure.
Her eyes flutter shut, tits swaying with each tilt of her hips. I slip a hand between us, and she pauses as I push her underwear to the side. Tracing her slit, her juices coat my fingers as I pinch her clit.
“Rhett,” she moans. Her voice is sharp and sweet, cutting through my resolve like a siren's call.
Tracing circles, I alternate the pressure until her skin is flush and she’s coming apart on my hand. And damn if it isn’t a sight I wouldn’t mind seeing again . Her chest heaves with a content sigh as she stills, slack and sated.
I turn my head at the sound of rustling sheets, meeting Nix’s heated gaze.
It’s not the first time one of us has gotten pussy in front of the other– and if Lennon sticks around for a few days, it won’t be the last. Deciding to tease the bastard a little, my lips tug up into a smirk as I thrust two thick digits deep into Lennon’s cunt.
She gasps at the intrusion, her sweet little pussy’s warm and wet and so goddamn tight. I debate flipping her over and burying my dick deep inside of her until my release is seeping out. But then I remember how we got here. This is for her relief, clearing out the shadows that shrouded her dreams.
And now we’ve got an audience.
I shift around, working the blankets back to give Nix a better view as I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them at their deepest point.
She mutters a strained curse, tilting her hips as she grinds against my hand.
She’s fucking my fingers and chasing her release.
Her thighs start to tremble and I know she’s almost there.
“C’mon darlin’,” I murmur, working her clit with thumb. “Drench my fucking hand.”
I swear she draws blood when her nails rake across my chest, her mouth hingeing open in silent ecstasy as her walls tighten and she gets off on my fingers.
When she comes down from her orgasm and her breathing slows, I fix her panties, pulling back my hand and her wet center settles over my lap.
My cock throbs eagerly at the contact, her juices soaking through my sweats.
“Good girl,” I praise, bringing my slick fingers to my lips.
She watches through half-lidded eyes as I take my time sucking each one clean. And fuck me if it doesn’t taste even sweeter when she’s watching.
“Fucking Christ,” Nix grumbles, tossing back his covers.
Lennon’s head whips to the side, suddenly aware of his presence as he pushes to his feet.
He stomps off toward the bathroom, hard dick bobbing in front of him with each step.
I let out a chuckle as the door slams shut and the shower starts.
My stomach dips as lithe fingers skim my lower abs, sliding beneath my waistband.
"C'mere," I coax, tugging Lennon down on top of me.
"What about you?" she asks, fighting back a yawn.
"Later," I say, stroking her hair. "Get some rest, darlin’."
Nodding her head against my chest, she wiggles around, blanketing herself over me. And even with my uncomfortably hard dick pinned down by her perfect pussy, I still manage to drift off into an easy sleep.