Part 34
The Night Before.
“I’m happy to not hang around you sociopaths,” I purr, fingertips dancing on her shoulders as she pulls on my jeans, all the while sucking and licking at the skin above my pubic hair. “It didn’t take much thought.”
She works her way back up my stomach and chest and kisses me hard on the lips. I let her tongue push in like an invader, submitting to her every whim. “You loved every minute of it.”
I spin her around and press her hard up against the wall, rolling her pants down her ass. “Did you feel all the eyes on us back there?” I whisper in her ear. “It was so fucking hot.”
“They are probably talking about us right now,” she coos. Though we both worked for the Superhero Gang, St. Eva and I didn’t know each other for a couple years. Unless there was a crisis, I was stationed in Doom City, and St. Eva stuck to Hero Island near the Superhero Gang’s alabaster tower at the heart of Metro City. We met when she attended one of Lapis Exilis’s poetry readings.
“Nepotism thinks they will kill me if I even talk to you.”
Eva slides from beneath me staying out of reach for a moment before catching the arms of the chair and easing her body forward to kneel, ass held up in offering. I cross the room and take hold of her hips, maneuvering mine to greet her.
“I don’t know if you can trust Nepotism,” she moans as I work into her.
“Don’t talk about him now,” I say, running my finger tips up her stomach and cup her breasts.
“They would, and they could, and you know that,” she pants, arching her back and wrapping her arm around my neck, dragging my head down to kiss her. This is a ploy though, and I can feel her tongue searching my teeth, probing for transmitters, desperate to see if I’m wired. I block her advances and push her back into submission with my forearm. She pulls herself away catlike and my body spasms. Eva swivels onto her back and brings her calf to my face for me to kiss. Her eyes lock with mine as she lingers, close, waiting for me to advance on her. “You have no idea how deep you are,” she sneers. “You’re smart to take me back.”
I laugh. Hard. “Please! You’re little better than a glorified groupie. A hundred other girls could have been here tonight.”
She pulls away and I can’t help but follow. “That’s what I thought,” she giggles, relaxing, allowing me to re-enter.
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