I know he gets aroused. Every time. Despite his serious nature, he is affected. Every time he watches.
But we're out here in the Common World. New rules.
My tongue pushes against my teeth, hard. Can I ask him? This is a new line we'd be crossing. If we cross too many, someone will get hurt.
"Unzip your pants." My voice is hoarse. I'm not sure if it's from Merry dipping a finger into me even as she holds me open, or from the emotional weight of asking Talon for something so personal, for something I desperately want.
He stills. A form frozen by my words.
I can't breathe, anticipation wrapping around my ribcage in constricting straps.
Talon's brows lower in a near glower as he shakes his head no.
A tearing, ripping pain goes through me. A feeling I've never known before, it takes me a moment to identify it.
Rejection.
I've never experienced it before. And it hurts and tears at me like a bitch with razor sharp claws.
Is it this embarrassing and unbearable for everyone else? How do people bear it?
Anger rises in me. At him? At our situation? At myself for even voicing what I want?
I'm so stupid. Talon is always in control, and I'm just this pathetic uncontrollable curse he takes care of and cleans up after.
A weird flash of him accusing me of never putting the cap back on anything hits me.
Good. I hope everything he touches spills all over him. I want things to feel as messy and out of control for him as it does for me.
"More," I whisper to Merry, reaching up to fondle my own breast.
Merry slides a finger up into me, and I groan at the addictive sensation of being penetrated.
"Don't you wish you were touching her?" Merry addresses Talon as she pumps in and out of me.
He stiffens, still not used to being addressed.
"She's so wet. So tight." Merry’s words are strained as if she's pained by how good it is. She seems to pick up on my need to torture him. A second finger joins the first, and she uses her other hand to rub my clit. I moan, and my hips buck for more.
A wicked smile curves my lips as Talon shifts again. We're pushing his buttons, but I want to slam down on them.
I writhe and roll my hips as if it were a dance for him to watch. The tension in my body swells higher, coiling tighter, sending hot tingles toward a place I'm desperate to go. I'm groaning and whimpering as I buck against Merry's skilled hands.
I turn my head and kiss her, putting on a show with a wide open, tongue fueled mating of the mouth.
When we break the kiss, she meets Talon’s eye again. "Want me to tell you how she tastes?"
Talon's mouth parts then closes. Then he gives an almost imperceptible nod.
He wants it. He wants me.
The earlier rejection still hurts, but at least we are both being tortured.
She redirects me so I'm still on display for Talon. He has a perfect view of her spreading my legs and dipping down to swipe a tongue up my sex.
"Ungh." The sensation and need hit me so hard, my stomach flexes as my body curves, desperate for more.
"Mmm," Merry says, making a show of licking her lips before dropping between my legs and spearing her tongue into me. "She tastes like she smells. Like sex and sweet candies. I don't think I'll ever forget this delicious little cunt. You don't know what you’re missing." Her wide, slow laps drag up my folds, each one forcing my knees higher. She sticks her own two fingers into her mouth until they are wet and glistening before sliding theminto me, though I've been making a mess of the bed for the last fifteen minutes.
