Chapter 3 #2
“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.
***
N eon found her slumped against 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.
“Oh, that’s nice...that’s it, flutter...fuck, let’s have another.”
In her haze she closed her eyes and she felt his hand on her face. “Open. Look at me. Always look.”
She opened her eyes as he gripped her throat, and she surrendered to him, her body softening, and she could feel his triumph.
And she reached up and pulled his mask off.
Surprise hit his beautiful face...a face she actually knew, if just in passing. She had seen him before, at the coffee shop, and the shelter fundraiser. Her brain remembered seeing him, thinking he was beautiful, but not one of her seven.
“Em... Emerson?” she breathed. She thought that was his name.
“Fuck.” He cursed, but he didn’t pull his hand from her body.
His eyes looked down at her, startling blue with silver flecks, and she arched into him.
Emerson Grant was Neon and he was fucking perfect.
“Why did you do that, Pet?” he asked, squeezing her throat.
She gasped and licked her lips, the constriction setting her off.
She flooded his hand, moaning, and he smirked.
“Little cumslut...fuck, you’re perfect.” He leaned in, his forehead to hers like he normally did with the mask on, and let up on the squeeze.
“ Your little cumslut,” she whispered, her throat raw. “All of yours.”
There was a look of regret in his eyes. “I’m going to have to kill you, Pet...”
“If you must, but seeing you changes nothing between us,” she said softly.
“Then why do it?” His eyes narrowed. “If it didn’t matter...”
“So I know who I’m fantasizing about when I fuck myself?” She arched again. “I needed to know.”
He was quiet for long moments, his face giving nothing he was thinking away. “You...you’re playing with fire.”
“No, I’m playing with you and your glorious cock.” She reached between them to squeeze his shaft and he grunted. “Plague likes fire,” she offered. “Do what you must, Neon.” She used his mask name, letting him know nothing had changed. “I’ll go with a smile on my face.”
“Well we can’t have that,” he murmured. “The point of a sacrifice is fear and pain. You need to forget this, Pet.” His whisper was light as air. “You can’t tell any of them.”
“It’s between us, Neon,” she said softly. “Our secret.”
He scoffed. “What’s another secret, right?”
Pulling away from her, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and closed his eyes.
“Fuck, you taste like peaches. Do you always taste like peaches?” he asked absently and then shook himself and looked to the clock hanging on the wall above her head.
“We only have a few moments.” He pushed off her. “You need to be blindfolded.”
“Kinky,” she giggled.
“It will be.”
He set her up but didn’t say another word, and her mind was reeling, thinking about the fact that she had been successful with three of them, and she knew all three of them from a distance in her daily life.
Did she know all of them? Arching as he tied her arms behind her back, she looked at him, a question in her eyes.
“So you don’t try that again. They aren’t like me; they might fuck this up.
” He leaned in and kissed her lips. “Have fun.” He winked as he settled the blindfold over her face and slipped his mask on.
Then he was gone and she was alone, void of sight and waiting for what was to come next, a smile gracing her lips.