66. Thea
Chapter 66
Thea
M y conversation with councilman Giles gave me an idea. I’m waiting for a challenge that has high stakes like the ones I’ve done before, but our conversation reminded me that the easiest way to earn points is by taking someone else’s challenge items and presenting them to a game master.
By some miracle, my challenge items were exactly where I left them. I grabbed them the day I ran into Saint on the rooftop, because I knew I couldn’t leave them in Skullz territory any longer. I’ve stashed them in different places around town. One of my new hiding spots is right under everyone’s nose, but I’m not worried about anyone finding it.
From behind sunglasses, I watch my target walking towards the dining hall. He’s a second year prospect in my Introduction to Logic class. He received a text during the lecture. I’d seen the look on his face enough to recognize it. It’s one a lot of prospects have when they get an alert about a new challenge. Last year, stealing my points was the biggest challenge of all. This year, the tables are turning.
I followed him and his team off campus and watched as they bullied a guy -who turned out to be his cousin- into handing over his item, then continued to follow them to their next destination and eventually back to campus. I smirk as he makes the handoff to the person walking towards him. As passes go, it was okay… but I saw it, and now I have a new person to follow, all the way to where this group keeps their stuff. Let’s see how they feel about their efforts going to waste.
I slip the ceiling panel back into place and climb off of Wolfe’s desk, seconds before he comes into his office. He frowns at me and says, “I didn’t see you come in.”
That’s because I didn’t want him to see me coming in. It would defeat the purpose of using his ceiling to hide things. “Might be time to get your eyes checked, old man.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my vision. I didn’t see you, which means you snuck in.” His statement isn’t accusatory. Just a fact. I bite back a smile. I love that he knows me so well. “Now, are you going to tell me why you bypassed the front of the gym to get in here, or shall I guess?”
I shrug. He can guess all he wants. He’ll never land on the right answer.
“Who are you avoiding out there?”
“Everyone.”
“And why is today an avoidance day when everyone knows you come here all the time?”
I shrug again.
“Tell me something, LaReaux. Did you sneak in because you wanted to see me in a capacity other than your trainer?”
I didn’t, but now I’m thinking about it. I’m a little hyped up on adrenaline after breaking into that team’s storage unit and helping myself to their challenge items. I didn’t take anything that would be easily missed. But just that hour of fun has me buzzing with excitement. I’ve missed the thrill that stealing gives me, and since I’m high on that feeling, I’m feeling reckless enough to say, “I didn’t sneak in to see you in any capacity at all. I was waiting for Tank to finish his lesson.”
“Tank?”
“Mmm-hmm. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the ring. I thought a few rounds with him might be a good idea.”
“You haven’t sparred in almost a year and you want Tank to be your first session?”
“What’s wrong with that? He’s a great fighter. He’s got good moves, works with women all the time, and he’s been begging me to let him get his hands on me.”
“What move do you want Tank to show you?”
“I’m down for him showing me whatever moves he’s got.”
Wolfe leans against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Thea.”
“I’m not playing at all.” I stare him in the eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. He’s on edge. I’m on edge. And I’m ready to tip him over. “I think I’m finally ready to have my body worked over. I can’t think of a better fighting partner than the best one this gym has to offer.”
“Is it the fight you’re wanting? Or something else that starts with an f?” Wolfe moves fast. So fast, I barely have time to dodge him. But I do, and stifle my laughter at his muttered curse when he grabs air.
He spins quickly, diving for me again, and I dart by him, shoving the chair closest to the door between us.
“Too slow,” I tease from the safety of the other side of the chair. I ignore his stupidly handsome face and focus on the position of his body and his feet, trying to predict which way he’ll attack next. When he lunges for me, I pick up the chair like a lion tamer. He grabs the leg and yanks, trying to pull me closer.
I release it quickly and scurry forward, intending to jump onto his desk. I almost make it, but he plucks me out of the air, like he’s catching a fly ball. He slings me over his shoulder and marches over to his desk, dropping into his chair with me in his lap.
“You’re such a brat.” He says, turning me so I’m facing him. My face hurts from how hard I’m smiling. It wasn’t a fight, but it was fun. “Did that ease the urges you’re feeling?”
It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse. I squirm in his lap, acutely aware of the throbbing between my legs. I don’t overthink things. I don’t give my mind a chance to ruin this moment. I slip off my pants and panties, and settle back in his lap.
“What are you doing LaReaux?” He asks, as I rub my hand over the outline of his dick.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I pull out his dick, gliding the head of his shaft through my wetness.
“It feels like you’re leading us towards something we can’t undo.”
I know he said we’d have to talk about it first, but we don’t need to. I want this. Want it to be like this. Biting down on my lip, I place him at my opening.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Thea? Do you have any idea what this will mean?”
I don’t respond. I feel him slip inside me, taking just a fraction of his length. It’s not much at all. Barely much more than the tip. My hand works my clit, and I roll my hips while watching his face. Keeping my movements shallow. He can pull away at any time.
“Are you sure?” He asks, searching my face.
I take a little more, clenching my walls around him. I watch as the look on his face transforms from one of patience to one of possession. “I guess I have my answer.”
He reaches around my back, grips my shoulders, and thrusts up while pulling me the rest of the way down. My breath hisses out of me, and all the idiotic thoughts I had of him letting me be in charge are gone.
“I’ve given you chance after chance,” He rasps. “I’m done.” He grabs my hips, pushing and pulling me down his length. “When you finally crawl out of here, you’ll know once and for all that you. This pussy. Your heart. Is mine .”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I chant. That’s what I want. His cock buried deep inside me. His words soothing me. His hands marking me. I groan as he pushes in deep. Sex with Wolfe is cathartic. He always finds those secrets I’ve hidden away, forcing me to share them without words. He knows that spot inside me, where nobody else reaches. He owns me. My body spasms around him, as I cum quicker than I ever have before.
“Oh, Sweetness. Have you been on edge lately? Is that what this little game was about? I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted. I should have had you at the house, begging me to fuck you days ago.”
He should have. Now that I am here. That we’re here, I realize that I have been on edge since the social club. I’ve needed to cum for days and I refused to let myself think about it. To feel it. “Shame. On. You.” I scold.
“Shame on you . Why didn’t you tell me you needed my cock? Did you think I wouldn’t give it to you?”
“You didn’t before.”
His hips stall. “Before? You mean when you were healing?” He brushes a stray hair away from my face. “I’ve been giving you the lead, Thea. Going at your pace. Every night I think about taking you the way I used to, but you weren’t ready.”
He wraps the hair dangling from my ponytail around his fist. “Are you ready now, Thea? Are you ready for everything I want to give you? Is this sweet cunt finally ready for me?”
I bite my lip to keep from begging for him to move. He tugs my hair, forcing my head back. “I’m a little disappointed in you, Thea.” I whimper at the chastisement. “My good girl doesn’t hide how desperate she is for me. She tells me what she needs. Are you still my good girl?”
My walls clench. Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. “Yes, sir.”
“Then let me hear it. Let me hear what you’re thinking. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
I let the words fall freely from my lips. “I’ve missed your dynamite dick.”
“What else?” He asks, moving again.
“I want you to fuck me all night.”
“And…” His strokes are slow and deep, setting off fireworks inside me. “Do you want me to keep going like this? Slow and deep? Make love to you, like there’s not a gym full of people on the other side of that door? Or do you want me hard and fast, making you scream so they know you belong to me? Want me calling your name as I paint your walls with my cum?”
His pace picks up, and he leans me away from him, changing the angle. I know him well enough to know that when he adjusts us, it’s because he wants to go deeper. Harder. His thumb strums over my clit, adding to the sparks underneath my skin. I’m almost there and I know he won’t let me fall over the edge unless I give him what he wants. Tell him what I want. “Make me dirty. Wolfe. Fuck me. Please. Fill me with your cum.”
He pulls me close again and groans in my ear. “Ah. What a good fucking girl you are! I’m gonna do all of that, Sweetness. I’m gonna fill up every hole you have until it’s running out of you, then I’m gonna lick you clean and do it again.”
“ Shit. ” I clench around him as another release drags me down. I try to pull him with me, but he stands, lifting me off his cock. Then I’m on the floor, on my hands and knees, and he’s pushing inside me again. I tense, but his hand is back at my clit, overwhelming me with so much pleasure I don’t have time to panic about him being behind me. His hand drifts over my ass.
“I’ll never get tired of this sight. Your ass in the air, while I’m watching my cock disappear inside of you. You’re perfect, you know that? My sweet, fucking perfect girl.” He leans forward, chest draping over my back, and says, “I’m gonna push your face to the floor.” He replaces his fingers on my clit with my own.
“I need both of my hands free. Play with your clit for me.”
I reach down and rub my clit as he pounds into me. I’m already cresting my third orgasm since we’ve gotten started, and he hasn’t had one yet. “You know what I want, Sweetness. You fight me all the time, even though you know it’s futile.”
I feel it building. He’s right, it is futile, but the delayed action lets me feel like I’m winning. Like I’m still in control until he rips it from me.
“I can barely hold back from how tight you’re gripping me. God, you drive me crazy, Thea. All day, all night, all I think about is you. I wanna lock you up in my beach house naked, and sneak home between classes just to get a hit of you. That’s how addicted I am to your taste.”
He reaches under me, slides my finger through my folds, then brings it around to my ass, teasing my taint with my own finger before helping me slide it inside. He drags one of his own fingers through my wetness, then pushes it in next to mine.
The hand gripping my shoulder reaches around to my mouth. He shoves two fingers down my throat. I lose it. Lose control. All three of my holes have something in them. Saliva runs down my cheeks, and my eyes water from him gagging me with his fingers. I feel dirty, defiled, used in a way I never thought I’d allow myself to be used again . I cum, squirting all over his cock. Each spasm, producing more fluid. I feel it gushing out around his cock and dripping down my legs.
He continues to thrust inside me, wringing out every little drop. Then he tenses, doing as he promised, adding his seed to the mix. His satisfied moan drags out in a broken chord. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s so good. Take it all, Sweetness. Drain me dry.”
And I do, milking him until I can’t squeeze my walls around him anymore. He doesn’t move until he’s softened. Then, he slowly removes our fingers from my ass. His hand from my mouth and his dick from my abused pussy, before turning me over onto my back. He nuzzles my neck, gives me the softest kiss, and then, true to his word, he moves between my legs and licks me clean.
My heart rate settles. The itch below my skin is gone. I let out a contented giggle. He hums, and continues on as I sift my fingers through his hair. I’m not sure what this warm feeling is. I can’t even put a name to it. But Deacon Wolfe is my safe space. My lids flutter shut, sleep calling me. I’m so spent that I don’t even care that I’m on the floor in his office. “I’ll go to war with anyone who tries to take you from me.” I say with a sleepy yawn.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. He knows me well enough to know I’m serious.