Page 25 of High Stakes

Emelia sinks down until she’s completely sitting on my face and my tongue dips into her wet folds. My eyes close as I drink her in. She’s deliciously torturous. My tongue curls around her clit as she shifts and lets out a small moan.

I whimper and arch against my restraints as Hayden takes me in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the head of my cock as Emelia moves her hips against my face. I twist my tongue and move it just the way she likes it. My fingers itch to be inside her. To curl and hit that spot just to the right on her inner wall that makes her squirt. Her fingers twist into my hair and pull sharply.

She shifts her body off me, leans down, and licks the shell of my ear just as Hayden takes me deep into his throat and swallows. The sensations of his muscles tightening around me and her tongue on my neck and ear almost sends me over the edge. I groan loudly and buck my hips up into Hayden’s mouth.

Then everything stops. Hayden lets go of me and Emelia pulls away just as I was about to explode. I lay there, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “Atta boy,” she murmurs and strokes her fingers across my cheek. “Again,” she orders and they both take their positions once more.

My cock aches with the need to release as they repeat their torture, bringing me to the edge and then yanking me back so many times that I’ve lost count. “Please, please, please,” I sob out as Hayden releases my cock again.

Emelia smiles down at me. “You look so good on the floor begging for me,” she whispers in my ear and bites my lobe. I moan at the sharp pain and my cock pulses again. They both stand and leave me with a clear few of my very red and angry cock. There’s a steady stream of saliva and precum oozing from the tip and it twitches every few seconds. I’m so painfully hard and I have no idea how I haven’t come already. “Switch,” Emelia says and drops to her knees, her lips hovering just over my tip.

I look up at Declan still sitting in the chair. He’s leaning back with his knees wide and his cock is in his hand. His fingers move up and down his shaft slowly as he watches them torture me with denial after denial.

Hayden drops to his knees with a grin and touches the tip of his cock to my lips. The metal of his piercing is cold against my heated skin. My tongue darts out and laps up the drop of precum he left. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum,” he whispers and twists his fingers into my hair.

My cock jumps just as Emelia takes me deep into her throat and hums in approval. Hayden jerks his hips forward until his cock hits the back of my throat and I gag. I feel his piercing drag against the roof of my mouth.

Oh, holy fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I moan and buck my hips against Emelia’s sinful lips as she swirls her tongue around my head and circles her finger around my tight opening. I shake my head and make a noise of protest. If she does that I’m done for. I can’t handle any more right now.

Hayden groans as I swallow and looks down at me. My eyes sting and I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as he fucks me. “Shh,” he whispers when he sees the desperation in my eyes. “You’ve been such a good boy. You can come now.”

Emelia slips her finger inside, curls it around, and strokes my prostate. My entire body jerks like I’ve been electrocuted. My muscles tighten and my legs shake as she sucks my cock deep into her throat.

I groan around Hayden’s cock and that’s enough to send him over the edge. He thrusts deep into my throat and pours himself into me. I swallow eagerly, and the feel of him throbbing on my tongue along with Emelia’s wicked ministrations rips my orgasm from me. My hips jerk up and my back arches off the floor as I explode on the back of her tongue.

Emelia swallows everything I give her and licks her lips as Hayden pulls out of my mouth. I lay there panting and twitching as I come down from my high. “Holy fuck,” I whisper and blink away the stars from my vision.

“What a good boy,” Emelia coos and drags her nails up and down my thighs. “Come back to us, Silas.” Her voice distorts and echoes through my mind. My vision swims and then everything goes dark again as I slip away.

Come back to them.

My eyesopen and I inhale deeply. Pain shoots through my entire body and it sends my mind reeling. My lungs are on fire and my skin feels too tight across my body. I’m covered in bandages and wires and there are too many machines beeping around my head. I’m instantly overstimulated and want to find my gun to shoot out the nearest machine.

“Easy there,” a soft voice cuts through the chaos, and gentle hands touch my shoulders, pushing me back into the pillows.“Easy.” A pair of dark blue eyes come into focus, followed by a pretty face surrounded by curly red hair. She gives me a warm smile as I take in her blue scrubs and medical toolbelt.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

11

EMELIA

My eyes scan the vacant lot for the third time before shifting to the clock glowing green on the dashboard. Everyone is always fucking late. If I have to be up at an ungodly hour, why can’t anyone else show up on time? I flip down my visor and adjust the brown wig, brushing the bangs out of my eyes. I look over and take stock of my supplies in the front seat, making sure that I have everything I need shoved in my tote bag.

As I’m scrolling through my newsfeed, several cars pull in and find parking spots close to the back door. I look at my reflection in the mirror one final time, giving a sadistic smile to myself. “Showtime,” I hiss quietly in my best Beetlejuice impersonation. I climb out of the car and walk briskly to the door, meeting a small crowd of people that are gathered at the entrance, waiting to get in. I dip my hand into my bag and act like I’m rummaging around for my security badge.

“Here you go,” a voice says from behind me. A young woman with flaming red hair tied up into a bun scans her badge. The scanner beeps and then I hear the lock inside the door click. “Mine gets lost in my bag all the time.”

I pull open the door with a bright smile. “Thank you! It’s like a black hole in there sometimes. Have a good day!” I call as she heads off down the hallway toward the main lobby. I turn and stalk down another hallway, scanning the room numbers as I go. I need to find a locker room or an empty treatment room so that I can get myself ready for this job. The front seat of my car was just not big enough to lay out my medical spread.

Hector’s voice cuts through my concentration. “I swear to God if you cut this comm off at any point during this mission, I will come in and pull you out so fast you won’t even know which way is up,” he threatens darkly.

I roll my eyes and try a door on my left. Locked. The other two down this hallway are also locked. I cut a corner and try another door. This one opens easily and reveals a stock room. It will have to do. There’s enough floor space for me to spread my gear out on for a few minutes. I let the door close behind me and then reach back to lock it.

“I’m serious,” he says with a growl. His voice is low, and rough, and if I wasn’t in such a time crunch, I would most definitely make him say all the dirty things to me in that tone of voice; but alas, I am pushed for time.

“I will not turn it off,” I respond, and dump the contents of my bag. “I just have to tie up this loose end and then I’m getting the fuck out of here, okay?” My fingers skim across the different sized needles and syringes that are laid out in front of me. I pluck one off the floor and hold it at eye level so I can read the handwritten label. Not it.

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