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Neo worked frantically to undo his button and his zipper as he slipped off his shoes. He bent down, tugging his pants and his boxers down simultaneously and freeing his hard dick. Abandoning his pants on a pile on the floor, he crawled back onto the sofa, on top of me once more.
Pants on the floor, therefore the switchblade was on the floor. We had to get down there, but I had to make it look natural. All I could think was, if I survived this, Gareth and the others would have to understand. It’s not like I wanted to be with Neo; the situation kind of demanded it.
He worked to take off his shirt next, and it came off with a grunt. I swear, he flexed his muscles for me before he helped me out of my shirt and practically tore my bra off. It was only when we were both utterly naked that his body came down on mine again, and his strong hands pushed my legs apart.
I was still a little woozy, but I could move. Still, I wanted him to make the first move, to get us going, so I said, “Fuck me, Neo. Fuck me hard.” My voice came out sultry and enticing, and Neo fell for it.
He stroked his length once, twice, then three times before guiding his tip to my entrance, and his eyes shut the moment he pushed himself into me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face as he filled me up, though I did give him a breathy sigh to tell him how good he felt in me.
That’s the thing, though. He didn’t. When he was inside me, while he was on top of me, I didn’t feel a single thing. It was like I was a vacant, barren wasteland, but he was too into himself to really notice.
His wide body came down on mine, and he started to move his hips. Rocking back and forth, he fucked me not nearly as hard as I liked. His dick wasn’t small by any means, but it just didn’t hit me right, not in the way three other cocks did. I went to hold onto his sides, running my nails up his skin and drawing out more moans from him.
I let him fuck me for a few moments before I started to beg, “Harder.”
Neo listened, moving his hips quicker, jerking his cock into me with a fiercer rhythm in his heart. I threw my head back and moaned, pretending that it felt amazing. My hands were still on his sides, and I said again, “Harder.”
He moaned loudly, whispering into my ear, “You like it rough, huh?”
At that, I had to smile. He had no idea.
To his credit, he went at me harder. The sofa swayed with the beat, and I cried out a whimper, telling him, “Oh, yeah, just like that. Keep going.” His moans grew more guttural, and I could tell by how jerky his movements got he was fighting it. He was going to come.
As much as I didn’t want him to, he had to, because it was during the bliss of an orgasm that I’d make my move, while he was too busy riding the lingering high to pay attention to me and what I did that I’d act.
His cock slammed into me, and he let out an earth-shattering moan as he came, filling me with his cum. His body came down on mine, like he needed to take a breather to rest and revel in the orgasm—and that’s when I did it.
“Roll over,” I said. “On the floor. Wherever. I need more.” With my hands on his sides, I started to push him over, and he was so lost in the orgasm that he didn’t think twice. We rolled off the sofa, crashing to the ground, Neo beneath me, his cock still nestled in my core. His hands found my hips, and I started to ride him.
Not something I’d ever done before, but I guess there was a first time for everything.
He wasn’t the only one breathing hard. I did too, though I mostly did to feign an orgasm myself. I rocked my hips along his length, bouncing on his dick and giving him a nice, unfiltered view of my bubbly tits.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, throwing my head back and moaning. His jeans were right next to us, and it looked like he was already coming out of the orgasm high, so I had to move fast. I cried out again, this time a drawn-out sound as I collapsed forward, still on his dick, but I used the cry to mask the sound of me pulling his pants closer. I practically pushed my tits into his face as my hand worked to find the front pocket of his jeans, and I moaned again and again, using my sounds to mask what I was doing.
Neo was so busy taking me all in he didn’t notice, the stupid boy. His mouth had taken in a nipple, sucking on it hungrily.
My fingers locked around the switchblade in his pocket, and I moaned again as I opened it, seeing the steel reflecting what little light came in through the windows from outside. You’d think I’d be nervous, but if you thought that, you’d be wrong.
I moved with efficiency, plunging the switchblade into his neck, just below his ear, where a very important artery in the body was. I jerked my top half away from his mouth, my eyes meeting his widening stare, and I kept a good, firm hold on the switchblade. I think we were both a little surprised—him more so, obviously—but I was mostly surprised at how easily it went in. Either it was very, very sharp, or necks were more tender than I’d thought.
His hands let go of my hips, and I knew he meant to reach for the switchblade in his neck, so I didn’t give him the chance. I yanked it out and drove it straight down into his chest. Blood squirted out of his neck like a geyser, like a freaking fountain, but the switchblade wasn’t long enough to reach his heart through his muscles and everything protecting it.
Neo sputtered, reaching up to cup the stab wound in his neck. He was so out of it he didn’t even throw me off him, too focused on trying to stop the blood instead of, you know, taking the weapon out of my hand.
I pulled the switchblade out of his chest, grinding my hips down on his cock as I leaned down and whispered, “I lied.” And then I jerked my arm, dragging the blade across the base of his neck and cutting deep enough to make some of that wet, warm stuff squirt out on me. It landed on my face with a splatter, and it squirted on my chest as I grinned down at him.
I told myself I wasn’t going to get any pleasure out of this, but watching him bleeding out beneath me… seeing the realization dawning on his face… I made a liar out of myself. Something dark and dangerous took over, and I kept up my pace on his cock, riding him until I came.
And boy, was it the orgasm of the century. It rocked through my body with an unmatched violence, choking and stifling, everything an orgasm should be. Every nerve in my body got warm, and my head grew light—or maybe that was just left over from whatever drug he’d given me.
Maybe that’s what I could contribute all of this to… or maybe this was the real me.
Beneath me, Neo’s body stilled, the hands frantically trying to stop the bleeding now unable to. The hands slid off his neck as his arms loosened and his entire body went slack. His cock was still hard, still inside me. It took a moment, but after he stilled, I could feel something warm filling me up, something that hadn’t been there before—and then it hit me.
He’d pissed himself because he was dead, because I’d killed him.
I breathed hard as I collapsed onto him, not bothering to get off his cock. I leaned my face against his neck, right in the blood, smearing it on my skin. My left hand still clutched the switchblade, but I brought my other to his neck, touching the wounds I’d created and feeling how the blood still flowed. A dark circle had formed around us on the floor, a sign of how quickly Neo had bled out.
