Chapter 5
SABLE
"Here?" I asked, the knife still in my hands. I eased my fingers off the hilt, leaving the blade standing erect.
"He seems to like it," Leif said. He leaned over the corpse's face and said, "Is that a knife in your chest, or are you happy to see me?"
Woody and I both snorted in unison and exchanged a bemused glance.
"You just won the award for unhinged of the month," Woody told him.
"Excellent." Leif straightened up and pumped the air. "Good to see you're letting someone else have a chance to hold that title for a change."
Woody barked a laugh. "It's all yours."
"She's all mine," Leif said, placing his hands on my hips and picking me up to sit on the open morgue drawer.
"Not all yours." Woody walked around to the other side, placed his hands on either side of my head, and turned my face to brush his lips over mine.
"All ours," Leif conceded. "And Forrest. Shame he had to work, but we'll manage." He turned my face back toward him and kissed me, his tongue sliding along the seam of my mouth.
Woody let his hands wander up the back of my sweater. Tugged my shirt out of the top of my jeans and over the skin of my back. When he reached the strap of my bra, he unhooked it and slid his hands around to cup my breasts.
I eyed the corpse. He faced the ceiling, but I couldn't shake the sensation he was watching us, listening to us. He would have killed us. Now he could be a witness to how alive we still were.
Leif tugged on the hem of my sweater, pulling it up.
I raised my arms so he could draw it all the way off and place it aside. My shirt and bra joined the pile on the floor.
"You're so beautiful," Leif whispered.
"Thank you," Woody whispered back.
Leif tipped his head back and laughed. "You're a pain in my ass, but I'm glad you're my brother."
Woody paused in kneading my breasts, his body stiffening behind me. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Leif nodded.
"Cool," Woody said before he resumed palming my nipples. Under his breath he added, "Glad you're mine too."
I suspected he felt it more strongly than he was able, or willing to convey. I wouldn't tease him though. Feelings were hard. Talking about them was harder.
Apparently for Leif, the muted version of a deep and meaningful conversation was enough for him too. It was all he was getting out of Woody anyway.
"I also love the fact you're my girlfriend," Leif said, running the side of his finger down my jaw. "I love you."
We hadn't talked about an official relationship status yet, but I didn't mind the way it sounded. Girlfriend. Boyfriend.
"I like being your girlfriend," I said in a rush. "I love you too."
I glanced back at Woody.
"You're my girlfriend too," he said, without offering anything further.
Fair enough. We had work to do before we could talk about our feelings toward each other. He and I were complicated. He didn't seem to want me dead anymore, which was a bonus. But love? It was too soon for that.
"Can I ask you something?" I looked back toward Leif, deciding he'd be the one to answer honestly and easily.
"You can ask me anything," Leif said. "I'm the proverbial open book."
"He's like one of those flip books full of paint samples," Woody said.
"Bright, colorful and ready for anything? I'll own it." Leif seemed pleased at the comparison.
"Have you two ever…" I said slowly, gesturing between the two of them.
"Never," Leif said. "I don't think Woody is that way inclined. I know Forrest isn't."
"Nope," Woody agreed. "I'm a one-woman kind of dude."
I nodded. "Okay." I wouldn't have minded if they had, of course. Love was love. I didn't mind being the center of attention like this though.
"Woody wouldn't be able to fit his mouth around my cock anyway," Leif said.
I tilted my head and looked at him. "That sounds like a challenge to me."
I hopped down from the drawer and knelt in front of Leif. With one hand, I popped open the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper.
"You think he can't fit you in? What about me?"
"I think you can do anything you put your mind to." He pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips, letting his cock spring free to point right at my face. The tip already glistened with pre-cum.
"I could fit that in my mouth if I wanted to," Woody remarked. He stepped back around the drawer to kneel beside me, his hands on my breasts again.
"I don't know, it looks pretty big to me," I said, wrapping my hand around the base of Leif's cock.
Leif shuffled back a little to give us more room between the drawers. He bumped into the one behind him, dislodging the corpse's arm so it fell off the drawer and dangled down beside it, his fingers a couple of inches from my face.
"Thank you, but I don't need a hand. I've got this," I said.
Trying to ignore the bitten fingernails, I closed my mouth around the head of Leif's cock, taking in the very tip of him. I swirled my tongue around him, tasting him, teasing him before taking him in further.
Leif groaned. "Your mouth is incredible."
"All of her is incredible," Woody said, lightly pinching my nipples.
"I stand corrected." Leif tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, pressing himself deeper. His touch was loose enough to let me pull away if I wanted to. His eyes were on me, silently telling me he'd let me set the pace.
I sucked and licked slowly, one hand stroking his balls, the other on his hip.
Woody dropped his hands from my breasts to undo the front of my jeans and push them down to my knees. Holding me carefully, he supported my weight while I lifted one knee, then the other, so he could slide them down and off my ankles. All while still sucking. Go me.
I thought he'd do the same with my panties, but instead he grabbed the waistband and tore them away.
I responded with a hum of protest. I'd worn them for barely an hour.
Fortunately, I bought several pairs. I might have to buy several more, just in case.
Especially if this was how he was going to treat my panties.
Woody squeezed my ass cheeks before sliding his hands between my thighs. The sides of his knuckles grazed my pussy.
Leif grabbed the dead man's hand, placing it back on the drawer, only to have it flop back down in front of my face.
"I think he's jealous," he said "Sorry dude, you can't play." He placed it back again, tucking it under the sheet where it would stay put. "That's better." He nodded.
I smiled at him with my eyes and started to suck a little faster.
Woody grazed his hands over my clit, moving in time with my mouth, also letting me set the rhythm.
"Can I fuck you?" Leif asked, his voice breathless. His eyes looked ready to roll back in his head.
I stopped sucking for a moment before sliding my mouth off his cock. "Yes, you can."
Woody dragged me up to my feet, standing with me. Between them, they put me back on the drawer, Woody behind me once again.
"Come here." I grabbed the front of Leif's shirt, pulled him to me, and wrapped my legs around his hips.
He nuzzled his face into my hair. "You want me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes," I said. "Fuck me like this."
"Yes, ma'am," Leif replied, hands on either side of me on the drawer. He pushed himself into me.
"Just like this?" he asked.
"Give me more," I insisted. "I want you all the way inside me."
Without hesitation, he pushed himself all the way to his balls until he was seated fully inside my body.
"Now he's really jealous," Woody remarked, nodding toward the corpse.
"Good," Leif said with a laugh. "That'll teach him to try to kill us."
I wasn't sure he was in a position to learn much of anything, but if his soul was hanging around, maybe he was. If that was the case, he was getting a good lesson right here.
I reached back and hooked my arm around Woody's neck, pulling him forward so I could kiss him while Leif thrust into me. I sucked his tongue and let him suck mine. His breath tasted of coffee, along with something as delicious. Salty like salami. Whatever it was, I wanted more.
"Can I come?" Leif panted.
I broke off from Woody long enough to say, "Yes. Come inside me."
Leif made an incoherent sound and his whole body shivered, then stilled. His eyes rolled back as he came, losing his load inside my body.
"So fucking good," he said when he managed to speak again. "So, so fucking good."
"You got that right," Woody barely waited for Leif to slide out of me before spinning me around to face him. He already had his pants open, his cock in his hand, a question in his eyes.
I hopped off the drawer, turned around and leaned over it. "Fuck me."
"Absofuckinglutely." With one hand he pressed me down further, with the other he guided himself to my entrance and eased inside.
While he fucked me slowly, I watched the jealous corpse lay still, imagining him listening to us, envying Woody for being inside me.
Sucks to be you, asshole, I thought.
It didn't, on the other hand, suck to be me. Not when I had an attractive man I had strong feelings for pounding into me from behind.
Woody reached around to press his fingers to my clit, working me carefully in time with his thrusts.
"Here's what I'm thinking," he said slowly. "I'm thinking that dickhead over there needs to hear both of us come."
"What did you call me?" Leif said jokingly.
"Ha, fucking ha," Woody replied. "I'm talking about the dead prick with the knife in his chest. Not the alive prick without the knife in his chest." He stopped short of rectifying that.
"Always with the compliments." Leif grinned. "He's right, though. We all need to hear you come."
Who was I to argue with that? Not when Woody was working me so expertly with his fingers. Not when his cock slid in and out of me so perfectly.
When I shattered, I didn't hold back. I pressed the palms of my hands against the drawer and cried out, groaning and panting as pleasure washed over me. Grinding myself against Woody's fingers and milking every drop.
I wanted to make sure when that soul passed into the afterlife, this was the last thing it heard. This and Woody's orgasm, which followed moments behind mine, him thrusting faster before he slowed, adding his release to Leif's.
He let out a long, low groan before sagging over me, holding me tight with both his arms.
Under his breath he said something which sounded a lot like, "I'm falling for you."