Page 97 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

“They can wait. Sheila will want to run tests and shit. I’m not up for that right now. I just want to be here with you for a little longer.”

He hikes his leg over mine, a little possessive gesture that makes me relax. “Back to your original question,” I say. “We weren’t finished. We were just getting started.”

He closes his eyes as he smiles. “I figured, since I still have pants on.”

We laugh together this time and he squeezes me. His cock is still hard. It’s pressing against my thigh. Making my pussy tingle with excitement.

Thomas raises his eyebrows at me. Reading my mind.

I shrug. “I could go for another round. I’m not even sure an oral orgasm counts.”

“Oh,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “It counts. But it’s only a part of the satisfaction I’m capable of.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmmm,” he says, his tongue slipping inside my mouth as he grinds his hips against mine. One hand plays with my breast. He pinches my nipple, just the way Sullivan did when he was in charge. He traces the bumps of my ribs, then slips right between my legs and plays with the evidence of what Sullivan did to me a few minutes ago. “He must’ve been good, huh? He’s got your release all pooled up for me to play with.”

Oh, shit. I’m so turned on right now, I think I gush.

“You can tell me no,” he says, pulling back from the kiss.

“Are you kidding?”

“It’s not weird?”

“You’re the same person. It’s not weird, Thomas. I like you both. Equally,” I add, so he knows. Whatever’s happening to him, he doesn’t need me to make it worse. I want him. Flaws and all. I want them both. One at a time or all at once. I don’t care.

He kisses me again, probably reading my mind. Then his hand takes mine and places it over the hardness under his jeans. “Take me out,” he whispers in my mouth.

My fingers fumble with the buttons for a few seconds. But I get it together and pull the fly open. His cock is hard, and hot, and thick when I wrap my hand around it and pull him free.

“Yes,” he says, taking his whispers to my ear. “Hold it in your hand. Squeeze it, Sadie. Squeeze it hard.”

God. I forgot. This one’s a talker. So fucking sexy.

“Do it,” he says, biting my earlobe.

I squeal, but I also obey.

“Now pump it up and down. Yes,” he says. “Just like that. It feels good. I can’t wait to put it in your mouth.”

Oh, shit.

“Your pussy just gushed all over my fingers, Sadie. Does that mean you like it?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes, what? Tell me what you like.”

“I like your cock in my hand. I like the way you talk to me. I like picturing how it will feel when you push it inside me. When you fuck me.”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard, Sadie? Like last time? Or should I go easy on you this time?”

“Do whatever you want.”

He laughs. “That’s my girl. Now scoot down. Scoot down and put your lips over my head. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

Good God. I have won the lottery with this guy. These guys. Oh, who the fuck cares. I’m fine with all of it.