Page 20 of No Way Out
I shifted back onto Zeke’s lap, my hands on his chest as I rode his cock. Demetri’s left hand guided my hip in slow rolls while the other stretched me further open, his fingers spearing inside of me, readying my cunt for him.
“He looks like he’s fading.” Harkins noted as Zeke’s eyes dimmed, closing in slow, lazy blinks as his mouth parted. His fingers moving in unison with Ezekiel’s cock between my legs, splitting me open.
“Don’t you want to come before you die?” I smacked his face, bringing him back to the present, a cold laugh rising from my throat.
He groaned, his teeth chattering despite his cock remaining rock hard and hot inside of me.
I dragged the knife down his chest, slicing far enough for a line of blood to follow behind the blade and drip down his side.
“Oops, too deep,” I laughed, Harkins pulling my hips down as he moved his fingers, filling my ass with three slick fingers.
“Fuck,” I groaned, throwing my head back and biting my lip.
He moved them in and out skillfully, rubbing along the wall that was stretched by Ezekiel’s cock inside me. I shuddered, gasping from pleasure as he drove me closer to the brink of oblivion.
I was almost there. I felt maddened by the need to come, to unravel and break apart as I stole from someone who wanted to take from me.
“More,” I begged Demetri, my moans becoming louder with each bounce of my hips against Zeke’s erection.
His eyes fluttered beneath me, like there was nothing left for him to cling to except the hope to go peacefully.
How boring.
“He’s dying,” I told the professor, slowing my hips to match the rhythm of his fingers in my ass. “He’s still so hard, though.” I groaned, squeezing my breasts, leaving bloody handprints over my nipples as I reached down to drag my knife across his chest again.
Every slice forced his eyes open, just for another second while he convulsed and twitched from the pain. It was addicting, the way his cock jerked inside of me every time he got closer to death, the way it swelled and begged for release even though the pain was far too great for him to come.
I looked back to see Demetri rubbing himself through his pants with his free hand, his other still working my ass. “Fuck me, please,” I whispered to him, licking my lips once he pulled his cock free from his pants.
It looked bigger than the last time.
Impossibly big.
He leaned over me anyway, ready to finally fill me up like he’d promised.
Two fingers stretched my cunt, squeezing in with Ezekiel’s cock while three fingers continued to play inside my ass. I begged, cried, prayed to a God I didn’t believe in while my professor stuck a third, and then a fourth, finger into my pussy.
“More!” I was desperate for my release, my nails stabbing into Ezekiel’s flesh, blood pebbling where they sank deep.
I gasped, my head spinning each time Demetri’s fingers moved in perfect rhythm against Zeke’s cock. How could so much fit inside of me? I knew it was nothing compared to what he would feel like. I was so full, burning with pleasure, yet somehow still aching for more.
As long as it came from him.
“I need more lube,” he hummed in my ear.
The sloppy sounds of his fingers sliding in and out made me think I was wet enough for whatever he’d need, but I didn’t argue. A guttural sound left me as he spread me open, pushing a final finger inside me. There was a burn, a sting of discomfort with his thumb added, proving him right. The pain was a mark in my soul, a proof of ownership, that he was making me his, adjusting my body to his needs so I could take him the way he deserved to be taken.
Worshiped.
Fully.
I lifted my knife in the air, stabbing down directly below Zeke’s sternum, a gurgling, pained sound coming from his throat as the knife tore its way down his stomach. He convulsed as I rode his cock with Demetri’s hand inside me, both of us trembling as I came and he took his final, sputtered breaths.
Demetri slowed, his hand still moving, uncaring that I had already climaxed. Before I’d gotten a chance to come down from the high of the orgasm, he moved his wrist in and out of me. Nothing but incoherent gargles making their way from my mouth, I was so far gone to the mixture of pleasure and pain. Every movement was overload on my senses. My pussy quaking around his wrist, with the smallest jerk or twitch.
One finger at a time, he slowly pulled his way out of me, until I felt nearly hollow, aside from the dead man’s dick I was still skewered onto.
I reached my fingers into the split skin, my nails digging into the parted flesh, tearing into the muscle until I could feel his insides under my fingers.
