Page 88 of Heartless Legacy

He walks forward and I don’t know why, but that has me backing up. I’m not scared of Wolfe. Sparring with him verbally and physically used to be my favorite thing. This is what I mean by feeling like I’ve been body snatched. I want to feel like myself again. My back hits the wall and Wolfe tips my chin up, raking his gaze over my face.

Whatever he sees has him growling, “Sweetness.” That one word stalls the chaos in my mind. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Instead of answering, I close the distance between us and drag my hands up over his pecks and around his neck. I stand on my tiptoes, straining towards him. He leans down, meeting me halfway for a kiss. The moment our lips touch, my nerves and the jealousy settle and every molecule of passion and arousal I’ve been ignoring rushes out of me in a desperate sounding moan.

I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel the bulge of his cock against my hip. I pull myself higher until it’s flush against my core, grinding my pussy against it.

We’ve tried this twice before and both times, I couldn’t let things go further than a kiss. He doesn’t try to touch me anywhere. He simply holds my weight in his hands, swallowing my needy pants. With my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I rock my hips back and forth, pressing closer, adding contact to my clit.

My groan triggers his. The sound rumbles through me, shattering my last bit of hesitation. My movements become jerky and my breath stalls as my body stiffens.

I press my forehead against his, panting. A small chuckle slips free. Wolfe presses a kiss to my temple and sighs. “I’ve missed that sound.” I tilt my head back to look at him, slowly working my hips again. “You’re not done?”

Biting my lip, I shake my head and twine my fingers through his hair. I yank, forcing his head to the side and lick a stripe up his neck, and nibble kisses along his jaw. He’s hard and hasn’t asked for anything in return. I know he won’t. He’ll just let me use him like this. I reach my hand between us, shoving them inside his pants to fist his cock. He grunts, but makes no move to thrust into my hand. I pull my hand free, spit onto my palm, then dive back inside his pants, pumping my fist up and down his length.

“How’s that?”

He licks his lips before answering, “So good.”

I swirl my thumb across the crown, using his pre-cum as additional lubricant. I firm up my grip, pumping him harder and faster. “Are you gonna cum?”

“Mmm.”

I press my lips against his ear, whispering the second part of my question. “Can I watch?”

He slowly lowers to his knees, and lays me on the floor, before leaning away from me. He shoves the waistband of his pants low, letting his fully erect cock pop free. I watch as those long fingers close around his shaft, stroking up and down. Half-lidded eyes full of lust stare down at me. I pull off my t-shirt and sports bra, and slip my leggings off, leaning on my elbows to watch him.

Wolfe’s body is magnificent. The way his abs ripple as his stomach clenches makes me wet all over again. He drags hishand across his pecs, then back down to his dick, dragging down and pulling and twisting up.

His eyes fall closed as he gets into it. The look on his face is a mix of intense concentration and aching need. I pull my panties off and slip my hands between my legs, rubbing my clit. I set my speed to mirror his, driving myself crazy from the visual and my touch. When his pace increases, I do the same.

“Wolfe.” His name spills out on a needy groan. His eyes fly open, meeting mine. “I want you.”

“You have me, Thea.”

“Inside me. I want you. Inside. Me.”

He pulls my hand from between my legs and kisses the back of it, then climbs to his feet and walks off. I fall back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The next sound I hear, are the thunderous boom of the waves, and the smell of salt is in the air.

I pull myself to a sitting position, watching as he returns from the kitchen holding a beer. He twists the top off and takes a drink before holding it out to me. I take a sip. Then another, before putting my clothes back on and climbing to my feet to follow him up the steps to the deck, that has a magnificent view of the beach a few blocks away.

He’s sitting on a gray wicker chais lounge. His sweatpants are back on, but his chest and feet are still bare. “This is a first.” I say, plopping down into a chair.

“What’s that?”

“I told you I wanted you to fuck me and you ran away.”

“I didn’t run. I was giving you a minute to clear your head and make sure that’s what you really wanted.”

“Because I’ve changed my mind a few times?”

“Because this is a big step for you.” He holds up a foil package between his pointer and middle finger. “And I didn’t have anything close by, so I needed to grab a condom from my bathroom.”

“You’ve already been inside me without a condom.” I say, remembering the night he won the challenge to become my mentor.

“I was acting on pure adrenaline that night, and was so caught up in the moment after the fight that I wasn’t thinking. I don’t want to put you in that position again. If I’m gonna be bare inside you, we’ll agree to that ahead of time.”

I stand, walking over to him and hand him back the beer. He takes a swallow and drapes the hand holding the bottle across the armrest. The other hand is on my thigh, right above the bend in my knee. His thumb swipes back and forth, sending goosebumps down my leg.

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