Chapter 25
Quinnly
My scissors hum in my hands as I carefully follow Lincoln’s instruction.
By the time I’ve finished her first leg, both of our victims have passed out.
Fleshbag has piss running down his legs mixing with blood.
Touchy twat finally stopped screaming a few minutes ago, her head hangs forward and I take the opportunity to give her a haircut.
When I’m finished, I cut my eyes to where Lincoln’s watching my masterpiece. He shakes his head, but doesn’t comment.
“I have an idea,” I announce, stabbing my scissors into touchy twat’s neck. “Hold those, would you?”
Her eyes pop open, and she lets out a gurgle of what I know is blood filling her throat, suffocating her because of the gag. Grabbing Lincoln’s knife, I plunge it into fleshbags neck and wink before walking to the door.
“Come on,” crooking my finger, I beckon him to follow. When we’re out in the hallway I pull him up the stairs toward the roof with a giggle, and he groans but obliges. His booted feet stomp up the stairs behind me.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Menace,” Lincoln’s use of the word I have tattooed across my neck makes my body purr. I tattooed it there to remind me that even when I couldn’t see him, he was there. Always.
Sure, I’m a serial killer, but I like to think I’m pretty cool too.
The roof door opens without an alarm like I knew it would, this building doesn’t scream “up to code”.
“Quinnly,” Lincoln growls.
“Hush you big baby,” I stop, turning around to kiss him. His lips welcome mine in a dance of dominance. Tongues clash and his hands delve into my hair. It’s a kiss unlike any other, close to what I assumed would be our first kiss.
Twisting my fists into his shirt, I pull him closer to the ledge.
Breaking the kiss, he eyes me, and while I’m learning to identify his emotions, I’m nervous he’s going to tell me no.
“Fuck me and let me fly, Shadow,” cackling into the early morning air, he shakes his head but brings his head down and kisses me harder. Moving us closer to the ledge, Lincoln’s shirt is ripped open, his soft belly round above his pants, shirt rippling in the breeze on top of the building.
He hops up, over the ledge, legs dangling over the side. He’s really going to let me do this. After all the “saftey” talks we’ve had, he’s going to left me fuck him over the ledge of a building. His body’s squishy, folding in places like rolls of dough.
“Go ahead then, Menace, take my cock out and fuck yourself,” his rumbled command makes my cunt spasm in excitement.
Reaching back, he holds his hand out and I join him, standing over him with my legs straddling his.
I never have much of a vision for ‘first time’s’, but this–with him–it’s the way it should be.
Dangerous. Messy. Us.
Popping the button on my pants, I shimmy them off and throw them behind him. My pussy’s in his face, mere inches away from his nose, and he looks up with a smirk. Grabbing two fistfulls of my ass, he brings my cunt to him, splitting my lips with his, and stroking my clit with his tongue.
“You’re already fucking soaked, Menace, practically begging for my cock.
” Placing kisses over my hip, he leans back as far as he can and unbuttons his pants.
His cock is hard, veiny and tattooed with my name.
Sinking down, I tease the head with my pussy, rubbing myself on him in slow strokes, punishing him for making me wait so goddamn long.
I’m going to enjoy this.
He inhales a sharp breath and grits his teeth, but doesn’t rush me.
Running his hands up my body, he pushes the tank top I’ve been wearing up and over my breasts, exposing me to the sky.
The frigid air makes my nipples immediately pebble, and he brings one into his mouth, sucking hard and nipping at it.
Taking him all at once, I force my body down over his cock and laugh as his hands move back gripping my hips, holding me over the ledge.
The ledge has to be digging into his legs, but if it’s uncomfortable he doesn’t show it. Screaming into the night air, I ride him, leaning back and hovering over the open air as if I have wings. My legs hook around his waist as I work myself over, fucking him and feeling weightless.
“Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this,” his deep timbre makes my skin pebble. One of his hands comes away from my hip and he pinches my clit. “Scream for me, Menace.”
I do. Wailing into the night air, I swivel my hips harder, grinding myself down on him faster and faster. He leans down, biting my breasts and making my legs shake with my impending orgasm.
Shattering over him, I feel him tense below me. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”
Pleasure radiates up my legs and I gush, sweat beads on my back and neck as he presses up into me and releases himself deep inside of my pussy. Resting my forehead against his, we share breath, connected and stated.
Leaning back, throwing my arms wide, his grip remains on my hips and I revel in the open air.
“I told you, you’d fuck me one day,” my body feels weightless, on a cloud really.
“It was inevitable, Menace,” he whispers, his words threatening to carry away on the breeze, but I catch them and lock them away in my mind.
“Hmm,” I hum. “About time, Shadow. I’m still looking forward to that edging session you promised.”