Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
Heath
I circle around and around, watching her body get more and more excited despite the fact that she’s still fast asleep, so I slowly slide the fabric of her panties away and slip inside.
She’s so goddamn wet, it makes my cock bob up and down in my pants. But it’s her moans most of all that make me crazy with lust.
“You’re a filthy one, aren’t you?” I whisper, my tongue darting out to lick her neck right above the blade. “Even in your sleep, you still want it.”
I flick her clit until it’s engorged, then dip into her wetness and watch her lips curl up as a soft moan slips out. Still, she doesn’t wake from her deep sleep.
I bring my free hand to my pants and pull out my hard-on, stroking it while I toy with her. I deepen my finger thrusts, coaxing out more wetness as I touch her G-spot. Wetness from her own juices or Max’s cum? I can’t tell, but her moans reveal the truth.
Her hand slips from underneath her head and nearly touches me as it flops down the couch. Her nipples tighten even more, and I grin from the way my fingers are affecting her so much.
Does she think of riding Max in her sleep?
Or does she secretly imagine it’s Silas or me she’s fucking?
I know we’ve already invaded her mind.
Her body yearns for more, more than what Max could ever offer her. It needs someone who isn’t afraid to make it bend, to twist it into knots just for the sake of pleasure.
Max doesn’t know how to make her ache.
How to make her want to drop to her knees and beg.
But I do.
I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth. The taste is divine, and I groan with excitement, ready to claim what I conquered. No wonder Silas loved licking her so much.
I place my knife down on the scar Silas left, push her legs farther open, and slip my head between until my tongue hits her pussy. She moans again as I begin to roll it around and taste her sweetness on my tongue. And I realize then and there I’ve never wanted to lick a pussy more than this fucking one right here.
I dig in, lapping her up like there’s no one stopping me from claiming what I want.
I know Silas marked her as his. I know he considers her his toy.
But he’s not here, and she made a deal with both of us. What does it matter if I get to enjoy the spoils of our fucking hunt for myself?
My tongue rolls around and dips inside. I can still taste Max’s salty cum lingering inside her, but it only turns me on even more to know he was here. Just like back in class, he couldn’t help himself, but I can.
I just choose not to behave.
I wriggle my tongue across her slit and feel it throb underneath. I grin into her skin as her body begins to tense against my tongue, almost as if it’s just as willing to let me pleasure it without actually being aware.
If she only knew who was between her legs right now, she’d probably put my fucking knife to my own goddamn neck.
But I have never felt a hunger like this before, this craving to make this woman’s orgasm mine and mine alone. Fuck anyone who came before, fuck Silas, and fuck Max for keeping this from me.
I lick her up and then some, rolling my tongue around her sweet fucking slit like I haven’t been fed in years. My God, I can’t get enough.
One hand squeezes her thigh while the other fists my hard-on, jerking off like I’ve never had a more delectable pussy in my life. The taste of her and him combined is surprisingly even hotter than I could’ve imagined, and I stick my tongue inside and swirl around until her wetness is all over my mouth and she’s quaking with need.
“Fuck, you’d better not wake up now,” I murmur, and I replace my tongue with two fingers so I can lick her clit instead.
Her hand finds its way to her nipples, and she squeezes it subconsciously, making me grin.
“That’s it, little thief. Can you feel me claim your orgasm like I claim your fucking dreams?” I whisper, gripping her tightly. “It’ll never be enough now that I’ve had a taste.”
I circle around and around, watching her entire body tense up and finally release the pent-up orgasm. A gush of wetness flows out of her, and I lap it all up because there is no taste as sweet as the biggest sin that I just committed.
But fuck the rules and fuck whoever thinks it’ll stop me from enjoying this forbidden fruit. And fuck me for not being able to resist as I jerk off so hard while she comes that I can’t stop the orgasm from rolling over me, too.
And I come to a stand right as the cum bursts from my tip… all over her dainty little fucking body. I keep going, rubbing it all out until her entire body and even her face are covered in my spunk.
When the rush finally subsides, I release my dick and step back, watching the cum drip down her lips and onto the floor. A dirty smirk spreads on my face. What a wicked fucking sight to behold.
This … this orgasm might’ve been the first I’ve given to her.
But it will definitely not be the last.
And I can’t fucking wait to be back.
Max
In my dreams, Ivy is still riding me, licking my lips with that tantalizing tongue of hers, but as I open my mouth to moan, the sound refuses to come out. And with every thrust, her fingers squeeze tighter and tighter and tighter.
I can’t breathe.
But these nails aren’t sharp, and these fingers aren’t gentle. At all.
My eyes burst open as I suck in a breath that refuses to enter my lungs. Because two strong, calloused hands have wrapped themselves around my throat, a devilish grin all I see as the blur between dreams and reality fades.
“Is this what you like, huh? Do you want it rough, Max?”
Heath?
His hair falls over my face as he looks me dead in the eyes while I lie in my bed, utterly confused at what’s happening.
“You want to be smothered? Left breathless?” he whispers. “Used like a toy?”
My pupils dilate, and my lips part, but no sound comes out.
He knows.
“Yes, I fucking know exactly what you did last night,” he says, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “Who you were with.”
I shake my head, willing my cock to go down before he sees.
“It’s too late to deny it, Max.” He lowers his gaze. “I watched you fuck that little thief.”
What?!
He watched me?
How?
“I—I…”
His eyes narrow. “You’re sorry?”
“Please,” I squeak.
Finally, his fingers pry away from my neck, and my lungs suck in the oxygen. I try to throw the blanket off me, my dick still hard as a rock just from that dream … and from his fingers, but he swiftly sits down on top of me and slams my wrists down on my pillow.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Not until you fucking tell me exactly what you’ve been doing.”
“I did what you told me to,” I say. “You wanted me to seduce—”
“I didn’t tell you to go to her apartment and fuck her in the middle of the night without us,” he seethes. “You knew where she lived and you didn’t tell me.”
I suck in a breath, trying to focus while he’s so up close and personal. And angry.
“I was just trying to—” I frown, interrupting my own train of thought. “Wait, how did you know I was there?”
“You think you’re the only one who knows how to track people?” He smiles. “You led me right to her.”
My jaw drops. “That phone tracker.”
He taps my forehead. “Guess that fucking brain is finally working again after all that pussy.”
I can’t believe he put an actual tracker on my bike.
“I trusted you,” he says, leaning up, releasing my wrists, but his words hurt more than his hands ever could. “And look where it led me. Right into that thief’s apartment.” He averts his eyes. “I thought you were a friend, that I could fucking trust you.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat. “You can.”
His sharp gaze finds mine again. “Then tell me why she needs that money.”
I lick my lips. I don’t want to ruin what I have with Ivy. It’s too important. But I know Heath wants more information, and I don’t know what to do.
He shakes his head as he gets up off my bed. “Thought so.”
“She doesn’t have it anymore. She’s telling the truth,” I say, trying to offer at least something.
“Right …” he says. “And I’m supposed to believe that how?”
“Because I told you,” I say, sitting up straight.
“Like you haven’t lied to me before,” he says.
My brows draw together. “I haven’t.”
“Hm…”
He looks away and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Then who is Cora?”
Fuck. He heard us talk about her?
“Her neighbor,” I lie.
I promised Ivy I wouldn’t mention Cora. I can’t break this promise too.
“She didn’t want to talk to you… about her neighbor?”
I shrug. “It’s complicated.”
His eyes narrow and the pause that follows makes it feel like my bed just got turned into an ice bath. But he swiftly averts them again, as his fingers caress his own lips, like he’s savoring the taste of something he ate.
“She said she was falling for you, didn’t she?”
A blush creeps onto my cheeks. “I don’t know if—”
His eyes suddenly find mine in a split second. “Are you in love with her?”
I gape at him, as I don’t even know how to respond to that.
“Thought so,” he says, fishing a key from his pocket.
The same key I placed on her kitchen counter before I left her apartment.
And he casually throws it up and down in the palm of his hand as he waltzes off, slamming my door shut behind him.
Well fuck.