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“I should stop, but I’m not an asshole,” he starts off, and I give him a pointed look. “Okay, I am an asshole, but not like this. I’ll let you have your orgasm, but that’s it. This never happens again, and I will never fuck you. You hear me?”
My heart twists at the thought. Why does it hurt so much that he doesn’t want me? I mean, he obviously does a little, right? He’s been talking to me more, he helped fix my wounds, he dreamed about me, and he even kissed me like I was the oxygen he needed to live. I feel like that has to mean something. But the vacant look in his eyes as if this was a mistake cuts me deep. He’s acting like this is a chore or an obligation, rather than something he was just enjoying as much as I was.
I nod even though I hate what I’m agreeing to. I’ll deal with that when I get to it, but right now, I need this handsome man to give me an orgasm with his expert tongue skills.
His head disappears between my thighs and picks up right where he left off. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he moves the bud between his lips in a way that shoots pleasure rocketing through my whole body. I moan, letting out a string of curses along with it.
My head falls back against the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut as the pressure builds in my core. My right hand clenches the comforter with a death grip as my other hand pinches my hard nipple, sending more heat to my pussy.
Theon must sense that I’m close because he finds the perfect rhythm and keeps it steady. There’s nothing worse than a man that can’t keep up when he finds the tempo that sends you over the edge—it kills the orgasm every damn time. Thankfully, Theon is skilled in that area.
My entire body locks up and my breath hitches as my orgasm rips through me. Theon unexpectedly pushes two fingers inside me, and my walls squeeze them as my pussy pulses in excitement. The extra pressure intensifies the already amazing orgasm I’m having. My thighs clench together, capturing his face, holding it there until I ride out the high.
I know I’m not being quiet right now. I’m loudly moaning Theon’s name and praying Ace can hear just how good Theon’s making me feel.
When the intensity lessens, my breathing is ragged and hard. Theon’s tongue slows, gently bringing me down from my high. I open my eyes when the heat of his mouth falls away from my aching pussy.
He’s on his knees staring down at me with lust written all over his face. God, he’s gorgeous. He might be scarred, but that doesn’t take away from how hot he is. My eyes lock with his hazels before moving down over his swollen mouth covered in my juices. Just that sight makes my pussy heat again.
Roaming my wandering gaze over his body, I take in just how big he is. His abs are perfectly defined, just like the rest of his muscles. His dark skin is perfectly smooth over every inch of his toned body. My breath hitches when I reach the huge bulge tenting his boxers. I know my hand was wrapped around that anaconda, but is it possible that it got bigger in the time we’ve been awake?
I don’t take my eyes off his erection when I speak. “Let me take care of that.”
Theon grabs his hard-on, giving it a squeeze. My mouth waters at the thought of seeing how far I could take this big boy down my throat. My hope is crushed the second he jumps off the bed to avoid me.
“Get dressed, princess.” His tone says that he’s not budging on the topic.
I huff, dropping my head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
Maybe another time.
Not maybe. There will be another time.
Let’s go see what Acehole wants.
* * *
Ploppingdown in the chair across from Ace,I cross my arms over my chest while waiting for him to talk. His green eyes stare me down intently with a mixture of anger and intrigue. I tried to hide my ‘just fucked by Theon’s mouth’ look, but there’s only so much a shower can do. The way I feel like I’m on top of the world, definitely shines through. That orgasm was one to remember.
Anger reflects through his eyes because I’m late, but oh well, an orgasm and a shower take longer than ten minutes.
“Did my boy please you enough or do I need to do it myself?” Blais calls from the kitchen. He clearly doesn’t have a problem with my morning activities.
I smirk, but don’t take my eyes off Ace’s grimacing face as I answer. “Theon sure knows how to use that mouth of his. He made me come harder than anyone has.” The orgasm was fucking amazing, but I don’t know how true that last statement is. Blais and Ace have both given me equally powerful orgasms. But the look on Ace’s face is worth it. It’s so easy to get under his skin.
Blais chuckles as he comes up beside me and places a cup of coffee in front of me before sitting in the chair next to me. This is a first. They always bring my food and drinks to the room, but now it’s like I’m becoming part of the crew and drinking my morning coffee with them.
Something I’m sure Ace is not fond of.
“Enough talk about how much you like to play with the others,” Ace growls. I smirk, knowing he’s trying to make it seem like fucking me meant nothing to him. What he doesn’t know is I was still conscious enough to hear the worry in his voice after I hit my head in the apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was there.
He can’t hide from me. The stone wall named Ace has feelings.
“What’s this little meeting about, boss?” I say sarcastically, sipping my coffee. I probably would’ve questioned whether it was poisoned if it had come from Ace or Theon, but not Blais. He’s planning on keeping me for as long as possible, so there’s no way he’d take me out by poisoning my coffee. Fucking me while slicing my throat seems more like his way of killing me.
Ace growls, low, deep, and predator-like. “When you’re running your mouth, just remember, we don’t fucking need you, temptress. We could do this on our own, but it would be much easier with you and your whorish ways.”
Always an asshole. But he’s gonna have to do better than that; I’ve been called worse.
