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."
