Page 21 of No Way Back
I close my eyes and drop my head back. “I don’t think so, Darkling. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you with a dead man’s fist.”
I’m a puddle, I’m goo, I don’t know what I am, but I’m a blob of fluid slime and there’s no way to contain all the wet that is me.
Splash, splash.
“Fuck.” I tremble waiting for the inevitable.
Demetri’s touch is gentle at first, his fingers circling my clit before I feel a strange object at my cunt. It’s not warm anymore, not like live people, so it feels more like toy than man, but it’s not quite cold yet either. My thighs attempt to close, but his hands are there, gripping at my thighs with a burning pressure, keeping me spread open.
“It’s my turn to play now, so be a good girl andstay still.” Authority drips from his tone, and I have no option but to melt, splaying my legs apart for him.
It’s wild how all it takes is severing a few arteries to make someone’s fingers feel less human. I can’t tell how many are inside me, flat and extended as Demetri slowly moves them inside me. “Oh, God,” I whine, my hips bucking in need with his movements.
It doesn’t take long; I’m sopping wet and practically foaming at the mouth, rabid and ready for my next orgasm. Pleas for more somehow fall from my lips instead. I feel a stretch, another finger, maybe two, but all I can see is the focus on Demetri’s face and his elbow moving the limb.
“Always so greedy when my cock isn’t there to satisfy you.” His tone is dark and full of amusement.
“Please.” My beg is a squeak, every nerve in my body coiling tighter and tighter with the burn of the stretch.
It intensifies, feeling like it’ll tear me apart, consuming all of me when there’s somehow even more stretching me from within. I cry, a guttural sob leaving my chest as Harkins’ face disappears between my legs. “I can’t.” I shake my head side to side, unsure of what it is I can’t do, because Iknowdamn well Icantake a whole hand. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again.
A short huff of amused breath is hot between my legs. “You already are, and you’re taking it so well.” His tongue is there, like liquid magma at my sex, lapping up every ounce of my arousal.
He licks at my clit, tormenting me with slow circles before sucking it into his mouth again. It’s disorienting, the fullness inside me, the way it’s both satisfying and painful all at once, the way my own pussy pulls the hand back in every time he tries to pull it out.
“Let’s see how far it goes.” His words are nearly unintelligible with his head buried in my pussy, but I assume that’s what he says, because his elbow moves faster.
I see dots, my vision just bright bursts of color as pleasure takes over my entire body, every inch of my skin, every hair on my neck. All of it is sensitive, burning, ready to burst. It only takes one more stroke, one more circle of his tongue, and I come undone.
“Unravel for me,” he demands, but I’m already there.
Breaking apart like an atom under fission, every cell in my body ruptures at his touch. There’s no sounds, no smells, no lights or colors, only the earth-shattering bliss that rips away my own body’s ability to take a breath.
It’s never ending, and Demetri is unrelenting in the way he deals out pleasure, never stopping or slowing, despite the way I shake. It never winds down, never eases, one wave of climax after the other until there’s nothing I can do but spill.
I spill oceans of passion from between my legs, down my thighs and onto him. It’s only then he begins to slow, satisfaction painting his face like a warrior who just won a battle.
“That’s my girl.”
9
About that chainsaw…
Harkins
She’s still quivering under me, the dead guy’s arm wrist deep inside her pussy, when I hear a loud clamoring in the stairwell. I whip my head toward the darkness just in time to see a flash of orange in a corner. When I look back at her, she has the same wide-eyed look on her face that I’d bet matches mine.
“It’s gotta be him.” She pushes me off her, forcing me to pull the limb out of her. “Get him.”
“No.” I shake my head, scrambling to grab her jumpsuit and toss it her way. “I’m not leaving you.”
“I’m a big girl, Demetri. Do not let him get away.” Her tone is sobering; this matters to her.
I know her only regret from last year was letting that asshole get away, and here? Now? He’s easy pickins’, and everything about it is consequence free. We won’t get another chance.
It would be a waste of the whole night if we didn’t kill him.
I hesitate, doubling back to look at her still struggling to put her foot into the pants hole. “Go!” she shouts, and I slip on dead guard blood, grabbing the chainsaw before taking off down the steps.
