Page 239 of The Reluctant Hero

I nod with a disappointed sigh. If he won’t do it, I will.

There’s enough oil on the table and me that it’s easy to coat my hands. I immediately grip my breasts, coating them with tight squeezes of my fingers over the mounds. I pluck my nipples and moan as the sensation skips down my belly to my pussy. My hips lift over it. I don’t think I’m going to need any oil down there.

The plug shifts with my movement, adding another dimension to the feelings. I feel somehow full and empty at the same time. The piece presses the walls separating my holes until I can feel it on both sides.

Through half-mast eyes, I see his jaw drop as he watches. He swallows so hard I hear it as well as see his Adam's apple bob. He looks helpless as he stands there.

I make sure my breasts are well coated, playing with my nipples until I’m lost in the sensation. I can feel the throb in my clit build until it’s almost unbearable.

My hands move down, leaving a trail of oil behind as I reach down to touch myself.

Before I can get there, his hands are on my wrists, prying them away from my skin.

“That pussy is cumin’ forme, darlin’,” he warns me through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure?” I smirk lazily.

His pupils dilate as he stares at my expression.

“Oh, fuck this,” he snaps back.

He lets me go and grabs my hips, spinning me on the table in a startling move made easy with the oil. The table is wide enough to support my shoulders and ass, but my head dangles off the side. I’m a little grateful for it because the shocked expression I’m sure I have is probably not flattering. He yanksme closer to his body, leaving half my ass hovering over air. It puts support on my neck but not my head.

A hot cloth runs over my pussy, making me raise my head to see what he’s doing. He’s staring at me with a determined expression that’s defiant. Most of the oil gets washed away, and he tosses the cloth out of sight.

When he drops to his knees, I moan. I can see it in my mind’s eye. He did it for me the first day we met, ready to go to his knees without even knowing me. I remember his dazed smirk as he gently massaged my feet.

There’s nothing gentle about him now.

His hands grip my ass, and he places his lips over my pussy without hesitation. His tongue is everywhere before I can brace for it, his lips sucking sensitive skin swollen with anticipation. The first pass of his tongue over my clit has me jerking as an orgasm breaks over me.

My body feels on fire as I move helplessly. He sucks the bud between his lips, pulling a sharp cry from my throat. It almost hurts, sending a different sensation through me. His tongue starts thrusting inside me, his fingers joining with no mercy. It’s an embarrassingly short time before I cum again.

I lay still, stunned by my defeat, as he rises to his feet. He absently scrubs an arm over his lips, but he’s focused on getting more oil to coat his cock, spreading the denim farther so his erection can be free for his rough strokes.

I feel dazed as he positions himself at my entrance. A hand goes to my shoulder as if he’s bracing me, his body leaning over mine to reach. It’s not enough for me to feel more of his skin against mine unless I arch my back. I do, in a taunt as if I’m daring him to get inside me.

He groans, his eyes closing tight as he works his length inside.

My eyes widen over the feeling. Between him and the plug, he feels massive. The stretch inside me has more nerve endings unable to hide from the invasion than I thought I had. A soft sound reaches my ears, and I realize I’m whimpering. My hands clutch his ribs, my mouth falling open as the sound gets louder.

When he starts moving in heavy, forceful thrusts, my neck goes weak. My head falls back as I pant for air.

“Mik would slide down your throat so easy like this,” He rasps above me.

I can picture it. Trapped between them and helpless with ecstasy. My tongue swipes around my lips as if he’s here with us, and I need to be ready.

Ace groans low and begins to pound into me. My flesh spasms at the shockwaves it sends through me. I can feel him everywhere. Invading me as he surrounds me. My legs wrap around his hips to keep him closer. The curve to his tip is relentless against that bundle of nerves. The stretch has them so exposed I’m a writhing mess as I claw his back. I hardly notice I’m doing it. Or the sounds that come out of me.

“Harder, darlin’,” he croons breathlessly as his hips churn below. “I ain’t wearin’ a shirt today. Mark me up. Make me yours for everyone to see.”

All I can hear is his accent, his approval for me to go further.

My nails dig in and rake down the length of his back. He lets out a shuddering moan, his hips losing their rhythm.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” I grit out and bite his ear. It’s too begging to be a command.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he keeps thrusting, his eyes squeezed shut as he concentrates. Curses fall out of his lips while he struggles. His body curves over mine, his hands moving to gripthe table on either side of me hard enough that his knuckles blanche.

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