“Good,” she purrs and heads towards the main part of the club.
I have no fucking clue what’s going on right now, but I sure as hell want to find out.
IFOLLOW THEM OUT TOthe center of the dance floor. The place is packed as the individual dance numbers are done for the night. Now the strippers dance to whatever is playing on the sound system.
I was expecting them to take off together, so Harlow can have her post kill fuck, but I guess we're dancing?
Shake Thatby Eminem featuring Nate Dogg is playing. Harlow wastes no time swaying her hips to the beat. When she stops, Neo takes the spot in front of her, but doesn’t touch her. His eyes drink her in as she gets lost in the song, singing along with the lyrics. “Dance with me, Pet,” she shouts to be heard over the music. She waves her fingers, beckoning Neo closer.
He grabs her hips, crushing her to his front as she wraps her arms around his neck, and they start to move along to the music together, bodies grinding on each other. I stand there, okay with just watching, but then she looks over her shoulder at me and grins. “My back is getting cold, Cassy Boy; come warm me up,” she shouts with a sexy grin.
My eyes widen, and I stand there looking like a fucking dumbass as I blink at her. Is she really asking me to dance with her, to touch her? Someone pinch me because I must be dreaming.
Her grin grows at my state of shock. “Well?” she asks with humor lacing her tone.
Not wanting to give up this rare opportunity to touch her, I step up close to her, enclosing her between me and Neo. Then it hits me, and I can't help the satisfied grin that takes over my face. She can't see it, but Neo can. His brows pinch in question, but I just grin harder.
Harlow, and she most likely has no idea she's doing this, is trusting Neo and I enough to be caught between us.
Our little serial killer’s stone-cold heart seems to be melting a little. Maybe there is hope for something more after all.
I move my body with theirs; my hands tingle with the contact of her skin. I’m touching her for the first time in eight years, and the teenage boy who was madly in love with her is doing backflips right now. The man in love with her now has a fucking hard on that I’m shamelessly grinding into her ass.
After the song is over and another starts up, Harlow moves close to Neo’s ear, and because I’m up close and personal with both of them at the moment, I’m able to hear.
“Fuck me, Neo,” she tells him, licking his neck. “Right here in front of everyone.”
Neo groans and looks at me. Feeling a little disappointed that I only got to hold her for one song, I start to loosen my grip on her hips and back away. “Stay,” she says, gripping my hands, putting them back into place on her skin. An excited rush flushes over my body. I have no clue why she wants me to stay, but I do.
When I take my place at her back again, she leans into me and looks up. “While Neo fucks me, I want you to be the one holding me up.” Her eyes dare me to say no, but if she really means it, then bring it on.
She takes my lack of response as my consent with her plan and wraps her arms back around Neo’s neck to hop up into his arms, while also wrapping her legs around his waist.
Pressing myself closer to her, she moves her arms from Neo’s neck and brings them back to wrap around mine, so that she can use me to hold herself up.
My heart is racing, and she's so close that I can't help but inhale her scent. She smells like fucking cinnamon, just like she did when we were younger. She always had a thing for that scent, getting anything that smelled like that.
Every Valentine's Day she would load up on the cinnamon hearts and pop the damn things like pills, all day, every day.
She would always get pissed whenever her stock ran out and didn't have anywhere to buy them, so the guys and I started ordering them for her online, so she always would have them available.
I can remember the spicy sweet taste of her lips when we kissed, the taste of her tongue dancing with mine.
Neo’s eyes are half-lidded with lust as his eyes eat us up. Looks like this might be turning him on, but the dude has always been a horny fucker, so I’m not surprised.
Neo shifts Harlow a few times, and I’m wondering what the heck he's doing when Harlow suddenly grips the back of my neck harder, her nails digging into my skin. I hiss in pleasure from the slight pain as she lets out a moan.
Oh... well, I guess he didn't waste any time. Neo starts to fuck Harlow to the beat of the song, his hips thrusting into her, making her ass grind against my aching hard cock. It’s the next best thing to being the one to fuck her. Also, I haven't gotten laid in months, and unlike my brother and cousin, I don’t jack off like it's going out of style.
This whole situation floods my senses. My breathing is ragged, and every moan she lets out, it worsens. Neo is gritting his teeth as he fucks her like his life depends on it, and she's just along for the ride, holding on to me like I'm her life raft.
If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up.
Harlow tosses her head back, placing it between my neck and shoulder. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys everything we are doing to her body.
Her fingers slide up to grip the back of my hair, pulling at the long strands that are hanging loose behind my back. “Fuck,” she groans, and I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place, so she doesn't fall as she starts to shake, then cries out as she cums hard on Neo’s cock.
God, this is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever been a part of. If you’d asked me five months ago if I'd be willing to hold the love of my life up while my cousin plows into her in the middle of a nightclub, I would have called you mentally unstable. But if this is what crazy is, then sign me the fuck up and strap me in a straitjacket.