Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41
Ivy
I don’t even know what’s happening.
One moment, I’m overwhelmed by the mere touch of his fingers sliding down my spine … and then the next his lips are ravaging mine.
My God, the way he kisses me is beyond any kind of kiss Max has ever given me. They’re sultry and greedy, wild and deepening with every stroke as his tongue forces apart the seam of my lips and invades my mouth. Still, I don’t stop him.
He groans against my lips as he sucks on them, rolling his tongue around mine as if he’s been fighting the desire to claim me for his own all along. As if something, or someone, has been holding him back.
But not anymore.
His grip on my face lowers to my neck, fingers tightening around my throat as he pushes me up against the mirror in the back of the booth and kisses me senseless, breathless, completely out of my mind, overpowered by desire.
And still, I don’t stop him.
Instead, I kiss him back just as feverishly, struggling to maintain balance as his package prods into my belly, and a hungry groan emanates from deep within his chest, turning me on like nothing else.
What’s wrong with me?
When he finally releases my throat, I murmur, “Wait—”
I pull away despite wanting it so badly.
“No. I’ve waited long enough to have you for myself,” he groans, still nibbling at my lips. “I need you. Now.”
Fuck, this deal I have with them sure is trouble.
“But we’re in a shop,” I murmur.
“I don’t fucking care.” He grips my waist and lifts me with ease, using his muscular arms. “Let them listen to you moan. They’ll never experience the kind of pleasure I can offer you.”
He kisses my neck and drags a line down toward my clavicles, stopping only to rip my dress away with his teeth so he can suck on my nipple instead. And fuck me, my entire body comes to life under his touch.
“More than anything Max will ever be able to give,” he grits, kissing me senseless.
I breathe a hampered breath as he lavishes my nipples with dirty licks. “You’re jealous of him?”
“I’m jealous of what you two have,” he replies. “Of what you give to him. Of what he gives to you.”
The kiss they shared instantly invades my mind, but the image dissipates the second Heath’s strong hands grip my ass and wedge me against the mirror. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Even though it’s wrong, I still do what he says.
Not just because of the deal we have … but because my body is yearning for his touch.
The way he made me shiver was no accident.
I want him, just as I want Max and Silas, but I can’t say it out loud.
So I just let them use me and tell myself it’s for the best, that they’ll protect me, and I will come out of this unscathed.
Even though we all know my soul has already been lost to these devilish monsters.
“Higher,” he says, lifting me even farther until my legs are clasped around his shoulders and his face is right between my legs. “I want to taste you just like the first time.”
“The first time? When—” I can’t even finish my sentence before his tongue has already speared me, and fuck me, I nearly let out a squeal they’d be able to hear out on the streets.
His mouth expertly swirls around, spreading my wetness all over, lapping me up like he hasn’t had a meal in days. But it’s the feel of his tongue pressed up against my slit that feels familiar. Invasive. Like something I’ve definitely felt before.
But how? Heath hasn’t licked me. Right?
“That’s it, spread those legs for me,” he groans.
I shudder against the mirror as his fingers dig into my thighs, tongue circling my clit like a madman.
“You taste so damn good when you’re all mine,” he says. “You make me want to do this every fucking day.”
“I don’t understand.” I clutch his head for support, but also because it feels so damn good, I just want to shove him in farther.
“What don’t you understand? That I want you more than anything? Or that this is not the first time I’ve made your pussy wet for my tongue?”
My eyes widen. “What?” I mutter.
He smirks against my slit, gazing up at me with those daring eyes of his. “You remember me, don’t you?” He swipes his tongue around my slit. “Right. Here.” He presses down on my clit, and I nearly fall apart right then and there, but he pulls away, glancing up at me with darkened eyes, almost as if he wants me to suffer just a little longer. “You remember the feel of my tongue on this needy little clit as I made it come for me.”
So it is true.
“When?” I say between ragged breaths.
“That night you fucked Max …” he whispers into my thighs. “I watched.”
I suck in a breath and can’t for the life of me push it out as he keeps on licking me, all while gazing at me from underneath those lashes.
“How?”
“I came in through the window after you fell asleep.” He grins against my skin. “And that key you thought he took was mine.”
“You stole it,” I say.
“Just like you stole from us,” he replies.
Before I can say anything else, he kisses my mound and nibbles at my clit, a warning not to overstep.
“It was you. You left that cum on my body,” I whisper.
His fingers dig into my ass. “That’s right, Ivy. I wanted you, so I took you. Even in your fucking sleep.”
Goose bumps scatter on my skin, and my legs clench together behind his neck. I want to hate him for invading my house, for using me, even in my sleep … but my God, he does it too well for me to even become mad.
I can’t. It’s no use.
His tongue is far too good at this to make me want to stop.
“And you know what? I loved how powerless you were to stop me from ravaging you in your sleep. The moment I first tasted you I knew I needed more,” he groans. “So much fucking more.”
The tip of his tongue drives into me, lapping me up from the inside, coaxing out more delicious moans.
“I needed to feel you come, over and over again,” he says. “Until you got so sick of it you’ll only want my fucking tongue and no one else’s.”
“But you were there when I made that deal with Silas,” I reply.
“I don’t fucking care about that deal. I can’t stop Silas from taking you … but he can’t stop me from claiming what I want either.” He circles around so expertly I tilt my head back and let him do what he wants despite my brain telling me to put a stop to it.
“I want you, Ivy. I fucking want you just as badly as I want—”
He chokes on his own words and briefly glances up at me.
“What?”
Suddenly, his hand slides from my ass all the way to my pussy, and he drives it inside, fucking me so fast and wild I moan out loud. “Oh fuck!”
“That’s it. All I want to hear from you are your moans,” he growls. “Moan for me, Ivy. Show me how much of a good little slut you are for me. And maybe I won’t be so fucking obsessed with having you for myself.”
Every time he thrusts in, my moans become louder than the ones that came before. Behind the curtain, people begin to whisper, but none of it matters because of this tongue that’s driving me insane.
“Come for me,” he groans, licking me with fervor. “Moan my name and drown me with your fucking wetness.”
His filthy words send me over the edge, and my clit begins to thump uncontrollably as I clench my legs tightly around his neck. “Heath! Fuck!”
His tongue doesn’t relent as he eats me up, fingers still thrusting into me as the wetness begins to drip out.
“Damn, you taste so fucking good when you come all over my face,” he groans, ripping down his zipper. “Such an obedient little slut.” He lowers me. “Now coat my cock with that wetness.”
I gasp as he impales me, no-holds-barred. Not a single inch is spared as he thrusts in, burying himself inside me to the hilt, piercings coaxing out that squeaky moan from my throat. His fingers dig into my ass as he pulls out only to thrust right back in again, plowing through me like he’s been dying to have me. Like it would kill him if he didn’t fuck me right now. And those eyes of his brimming with desire tell me it’s not just a figment of my imagination.
“God, you feel so goddamn good,” he says.
And he’s right.
It does.
It feels too good, and I don’t want to stop even though I should.
“A perfect little pussy desperate to be torn to shreds by my thick cock.” He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts until my entire body begins to quake, and my pussy contracts around his shaft again.
Oh no, not already. Not this quickly.
“You’re gonna come all over my cock,” he growls.
“No, wait, I can’t. They’ll hear us,” I say.
“It wasn’t a question, Ivy,” he says. “Let me fucking see you fall apart.”
“Why? Why do you want it so badly?”
“Because I fucking adore the way you look when you do,” he replies, setting my entire body on fire. “Now come for me.”
I mewl with delight as he impales me, driving in so deep I’m seeing stars. And right when the orgasm happens, he plunders my mouth with his tongue, driving inside so deeply I lose my breath, too.
His length begins to throb, and hot cum fills me to the brim as he falls apart with me.
“Fuck, I need more. So much more. It’s never going to be enough, is it?” he groans, almost as if he’s mad at himself for letting things get this far.
But we’re in too deep now. There’s no going back. Not from this.
Not from a public fucking in the middle of a shop, just because he touched me.
Because I dared to look at him when he kissed my skin.
Fuck.
He might not be the only one addicted to the thrill.
Heath
I’m still hard, still brimming with desire as I pull out of her. My cum drips down onto the floor while I set her on the small bench right in front of the mirror and spin her around. “On your knees for me.”
She eagerly complies and kneels on the bench with her ass out, completely drunk on the lust I’ve injected straight into her veins.
But I don’t care if this becomes her undoing.
I need this more than I need her to keep her sanity.
More than anything in life itself.
So this is what he felt when she kissed him.
What they both felt when they took her.
I want it. All of it.
And I fucking want her to want me too.
I curl her hair around my fist and slide my pierced shaft all over her ass. “You ready for me, little slut?”
“What?”
I tilt her head back until her eyes connect with mine through the mirror. “Look at me. Look at the man who will make you beg for mercy.”
Her lips form an o-shape as I thrust into her ass instead, and she lets out an incredibly loud moan.
“That’s it, make those sounds. Let them all know who you belong to.”
“Fuck, you didn’t warn me,” she growls.
“This fucking ass needs a warning.” I slap her cheeks. “For how fucking good it feels.”
She clutches the bench, nails digging into the wood as I thrust in and out of her ass. Her ample wetness was all the lube I needed to enter her, and my God, does her ass feel good.
No wonder Silas couldn’t hold himself back.
“This ass was made to take our cocks,” I groan. “Now take it. Take it deep like a good girl.”
I twist her hair and pull her head back, forcing her to keep her gaze fixated on me while I plow into her.
“I’m not gonna stop. Not before you give me two more orgasms.”
“What?!”
She tightens but still accepts me as I bury myself to the hilt inside that tight little hole of hers.
“That’s it. Yield. Give me your fucking soul like you so easily handed it on a silver platter to him,” I say.
Her eyes glimmer in the light, but she won’t say a single word.
But I don’t need her words to know exactly what she’s thinking right now.
I can feel her body zinging with pleasure, her pussy still dripping wet.
She wants this just as much as I do.
If only she could admit it.
“Say it. Say you want this hard cock up your ass,” I growl, tilting her head back even farther.
She looks me in the eyes as she murmurs, “I want it.”
“Louder,” I growl.
“But they’ll—”
“Let the fucking world hear it.” I thrust in deep.
“I want your cock,” she cries out, her ass contracting from the sheer amount of pounding I’m doing.
“Good. You take my thickness so well. It’d be a shame not to admit that.” I grab her face and keep her centered. “Look at yourself. Look at how well you take me.”
I plow in deep and bring my hand between her legs, flicking her clit until her juices roll down her thighs, and I swipe my fingers along.
“Look at how wet you are for me.”
I bring my fingers to her lips, coating them.
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
I dip my fingers into her mouth and spread her juices all over her tongue.
“Yes,” she moans. “Please …”
“Please what?”
“Please … make me come.”
A devilish smile forms on my face as I fuck her mouth just as hard as I fuck her ass.
“Good girl.”
Right when she gags, I pull out and spread her saliva all over her slit before circling it just the way she likes it. And within seconds, she falls apart, toes curling, nails digging into the wood, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.
Still, I don’t stop fucking her ass through all of it, and I wipe her juices all over her ass for more lube. I pull out, spit, and thrust back in again, coaxing out more ragged moans.
“You’ll come from my cock in your ass alone, won’t you?”
She moans. “Oh God, I can’t.”
“Yes you can, little slut. I’ll fuck you from one orgasm into the next. I won’t fucking stop until you give me what I want.”
“What more could you want?”
“Isn’t it fucking obvious? I want you ,” I groan. “Give me your fucking heart like you’ve given it to him.”
Her eyes flicker in the mirror, but she doesn’t say a word as I thrust in and out of her. She shakes her head again and again.
“Yes. Come. Give it to me. Now.”
She has no control.
Right here, right now, her body belongs to me, and I will make it come.
I slap her ass. Once. Twice. Thrice. And with the fourth slap, I bury myself so deep that I can feel her contract.
“Fuck me, Heath! Don’t stop, please!”
There it is.
That’s the fucking bullet I needed.
Straight to the fucking heart.
I hold her thigh as I bury in deep and release a jet of seed. While I’m still inside her, I tilt her head back and slam my lips onto hers, sealing all of my need, all of the pent-up frustration and desire for something that didn’t want to be mine into this one fucking unruly kiss.
Even if just for a moment, it’s enough.
Enough to fill that tepid void inside my heart, languishing, begging for a warmth it will never feel.
All because of a mistake I made.
Two hearts collided because I orchestrated it … not realizing my own was already tethered to them both.
I relish the moment, savor her taste on my tongue before I release her from my grip. But those eyes, God, those fucking eyes undo me.
I pull out, and a strangled moan leaves her mouth.
Right then, the curtain is shoved aside, and her bare ass, and my hard-on are on full display in front of the old shop owner.
Oh fuck.