Chapter 22 #2
My ripped fishnets do a pretty good job of concealing my scissors, so I leave them on and lift my leg up onto the coffee table.
Without underwear, he can practically see my pussy, but I’ll make it easier.
The hunger in his eyes is clear, but just to be sure, I bend down to his eye level and ask, “Would you like to fill my pussy, Joshua?”
He nods, with my fingers on his chin, I can sense the eagerness in him. The utter want. Lifting back up, I take the seam of the fishnets and rip until I’m completely exposed to him.
“Fuck,” he grits, biting a knuckle on his fist and clamoring to get his cock out. “You can do whatever you want to me, Cecilia.”
I giggle, a little hysteria setting in because I can practically feel Lincoln’s eyes on my body. The sheer will he’s forcing into keeping himself hidden is delectable.
“Lay on the table,” I instruct, and he does like a good little dog. His cock is hard, and he pulls a condom from his wallet. I guess he does have a brain, good thing I don’t need it though because I don’t trust him.
I plan on winning this little game Lincoln and I are playing. Not only that, but I’m going to get an orgasm out of it. Win fucking win.
Leaning over his bent legs, I crawl up his body, making sure to brush my nipples across his still clothed chest. His hands land on my hips, and he squeezes which I decide to allow for now.
Slowly sitting up, I run my fingers through my hair appreciating the way Le Douche’s body shudders under mine.
My pussy rubs against his cock, slick and ready, and his groan sends a delicious shiver down my spine.
If Le Douche was paying attention, he would have heard the growl coming from the corner of the room.
Lincoln’s eyes are trained on me, the room ratchets up a few degrees and I smile.
Reaching between my body and Le Douche’s, I line his cock up to my entrance and swipe it through my wetness.
If Lincoln’s going to stop me, the time is now…
When he doesn’t move, I sink down over Le Douche’s cock never taking my eyes off Lincoln. “Mmmmm.”
The two of us moan, and Le Douche reaches up to cup my breasts. Swatting his hands I sit up taller and roll my body. It’s not enough to make me cum, but it’s enough to make me tingle. My whole body’s on fire knowing Lincoln’s watching, simmering.
“Come on you fucking weirdo, fuck me like you mean it,” Le Douche says and this time when I smile down at him, his eyes round.
My scissors come away from my thigh easily, and I point them right at his neck. “What did you call me?”
“It’s not–” he starts, eyeing the window as if anyone’s coming to help him. Every time he screams, I join in. To anyone listening, we’re just two adults having a wild time. “Please…” I start to move faster on his cock, my blades dig in further, my body starting to shake, desperate to finish.
Deciding he’s had enough, Lincoln steps up to the table, and I watch Le Douche’s eyes spring wide when he sees him. Taking the scissors from my hands, he scowls and leans closer to my face before splitting the blades and shredding Le Douche’s throat with two swift movements.
“Really? I was soooo close,” I pout, feeling his cock grow soft and unusable.
Large hands grip under my arms, dragging me off Le Douches body as his blood soaks my skin.
“What the fuck, Quinnly?” He roars, pointing to the almost lifeless guy on the coffee table.
“I didn’t even finish,” I complain, ignoring his obvious tantrum.
“This is fucking…,” he grips my shoulders, turning my body to face his and shoving my dress on over my head. When he swiped it from the floor, I’ll never know.
“It’s not anymore,” I point out and his hard eyes laser in on me as he tosses a match over his shoulder. Gripping my upper arm he drags me out into the night, fury written in his every movement.
“Irresponsible! It’s irresponsible. You could get pregnant, catch a disease, any of those things!” He shouts as we make our way out of the house Le Douche filled with things he could never afford until he started his con games. “Not to mention a little thing called DNA.”
“One, I don’t have the necessary parts to get pregnant, and two I used a female condom.” Awkwardly I reach down, pull it out of me, and hold up said latex barrier. I stick out my tongue in victory but he catches it swift as a fox and steps closer to me.
“What do you mean, you don’t have the necessary parts?” His eyes are like pools of the clearest ocean, if it were green. His lips are set in a firm line, something I’ve come to understand means my big bad Shadow means business.
Looking down to where he still has my tongue between his fingers, I cock my head and pop a brow. He eyes me through slits as if he doesn’t trust me to tell him, but relents and lets go.
“Gross,” I spit, “you touched his butt with your hand.”
“Quinnly,” he growls, clearly not having my shit.
“It means I had some of my girl bits removed. I can’t physically make a baby. Could you imagine me? With a baby?” A shiver works its way down my spine and I scrape my tongue with one hand.
It’s been a few minutes, and still Lincoln hasn’t said anything. He opens his mouth, but closes it too soon and turns, walking toward the car he didn’t bother to hide.
“Did you…” he starts, “I mean, was it…”
“My choice?” I scoff, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms. “Of course it was my choice, again… me, a mother? No dice.”
“But that’s–”
“Don’t say what every woman dreams of,” I snark. “I don’t want kids, and I will never want kids. Don’t you know how hard it was for my parents to tolerate someone like me? How even Paps was scared of me for a while?”
A snarl works its way up my chest and my high from earlier has vanished.
“I can’t love, Shadow.” I remind him. “I’m not capable, but what I can do is latch on to someone that gives my brain a rest. Someone who knows I’m a fucking mess and stays anyway. Is that enough for you?”
Licking his lips, he seems to let that settle and nods.
“Good, cause that would’ve been real fucking awkward if you didn’t understand.”
Plastering his body into mine against the car, caging his arms around my head, he looks down into my face. Pulling his lip ring between his lips he slowly lets it out.
“There is nothing, nothing about you that I don’t want to understand, Quinnly Sage Adams.”