Page 101 of Heartless Legacy

She looks over at Deacon. He winks at her, but makes no move to touch her either. She sits between us both. Her nipples hard from the breeze. As much as I want one in my mouth, Idon’t lean forward. She told me no touching so I respect that. It’s goddamn hard to do, but I can take orders. From her. I can follow her lead. Thea slips her hands under my shirt, dragging her palms across my abdomen and up over my chest.

My eyes close, and a low groan works its way up my throat. God, I’ve missed her touching me. This is all tame and innocent, but damn, it feels so good. One hand leaves me. I open my eyes and turn my head to see she’s doing the same thing to Deacon. His eyes are on her face, a reassuring smile on his lips.

She bends forward, kissing him, all the while her hand remains on me. Her thumb swipes across my nipple, and she squeezes my pecs. They break apart and she turns to me. My breath catches when she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine. I have to grip the blankets to keep. From. Touching.

Back and forth, she moves; from him to me. Her hands moving across my skin, lower and lower, until she’s palming me through my pants. My hips thrust up of their own accord. She sits back, watching me. “Oops, sorry.” I brace myself against the blanket again.

Deacon’s voice is soft and soothing. “Do you want more, Sweetness?” I don’t know how he looks and sounds so calm when I feel like my body is humming with electricity.

“Take your shirts off.” She demands. If this is a game of Simon Says, or Mother May I, I’d lose, because I sit up and rip my shirt off, no questions asked. I lie back down and she resumes touching and kissing me. Only this time, both of her hands are on my body and her lips travel across my face, my collarbone, my chest. Her tongue darting out to taste my skin. Then she repeats the process on Deacon.

It’s the sweetest torture. Letting her take full control. “What- what next?” I ask when her touches stop.

“Pants off.”

I could explode in said pants right now. I shuck them off and hear Deacon’s belt rattling around as he does the same. He sits up beside her, gently pushing her hair back behind her ear. “You want him, Sweetness?” She gnaws on her bottom lip but doesn’t answer. “It’s okay, you can want him. You can have him.”

Does she think she can’t? Does she think I give a shit about having Deacon’s permission? I don’t, but it’s important to her, so I don’t break the delusion that he could ever forbid me from being with her.

“You can have him, LaReaux. You can do this, and you can enjoy it.”

My thoughts about burying Deacon Wolfe in an unmarked grave and faking him being on sabbatical again fade. This isn’t about him being controlling. There is something else going on here. It’s almost as if he’s coaching her.You can’t touch me. Not until I tell you to.She had no issue with sitting in my lap in the car. She sat stiffly against me, her hand held firmly against mine. She rubbed my hand, and I thought she was soothing me, but maybe she was soothing herself.

I close my eyes and count to ten before opening them, bracing myself for what I’m sure I’m about to see now that I’m looking for it. It’s there. The slightest hesitation. The pinprick of unease. The tension around her eyes and mouth. Thea doesn’t like to be touched.

I swallow the demand that she tell me everything. Instead, I say, “You can have me any way you want me, Pet. My body is yours to do what you please. Always.” I look pointedly at the knife lying beside me on the blanket. “Use that if you want to. If you need to. I can take it.”

“Kiss him, Sweetness. After a declaration like that, he deserves it.”

She leans forward and kisses me hard. Her tongue diving into my mouth. There’s a sharp bite of steel against my throat. I can’thelp the moan that I let out. I’m ready to make a fool of myself right now. She pulls away, licking at the thin scratch she left behind.

I feel a hand inside my boxers. She takes my rock hard cock in her hand, pumping it up and down. Then her mouth envelopes the crown of my dick. I will not blow, I will not blow, I will not blow. I chant in my head. Whatever is happening isn’t about me. It’s about her and I will fight off my pleasure until she’s spent all of hers.

She switches off between me and Deacon, swallowing us halfway down and using her hands to do the rest of the work. At some point, we’re both in her mouth at the same time. Then she goes back to one at a time. My toes are permanently pointed from the constant onslaught of pleasure. When she pops off of Deacon he says, “I’m gonna lick you from behind now, Thea.”

Her hands tighten on my hips, and she’s moaning and writhing around my cock, trying to get away from his mouth. He purrs, “Doing so good, Sweetness. Taste so fucking good.”

I gasp, “Pet. You need to stop. Oh god, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.”

“Do you want him to cum in your hand, or-” She groans. I lean up on my elbows to see Deacon’s hand pumping back and forth. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s fingering her. “Do you want to ride him? Because I’d love to see that.”

“Ride. Ride him.” She pants.

“Mmm. Go on. Show me what you look like riding another man’s cock.”

He looks over at me, and warns me, “Do not change positions or move your hands from wherever she puts them.”

I nod my agreement. The next few things happen so fast, I’m not sure who did what. There’s a condom on my cock and my eyes roll to the back of my head, as Thea slowly takes me, hesitant inch by hesitant inch.

Her hips swirl as she places my hands on her breasts. “This is where you can touch me hard.”

“Okay.”

Then my hands are on her hips. “And you can grip me here.”

I nod, letting her know I understand. “Stay lying back, or on your elbows. Don’t hug me or squeeze me against your body.”

I am going to murder someone. I don’t know who, but I bet Deacon does, and he’s going to fucking tell me so I can cut them up into tiny little pieces. Thea’s lips tip up, like she knows what I’m thinking. She relaxes a little, taking a little more of me inside her.

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