by JA Huss
He hikes his leg over mine, a little possessive gesture that makes me relax. “Back to your original question,” I say. “We weren’t finished. We were just getting started.”
He closes his eyes as he smiles. “I figured, since I still have pants on.”
We laugh together this time and he squeezes me. His cock is still hard. It’s pressing against my thigh. Making my pussy tingle with excitement.
Thomas raises his eyebrows at me. Reading my mind.
I shrug. “I could go for another round. I’m not even sure an oral orgasm counts.”
“Oh,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “It counts. But it’s only a part of the satisfaction I’m capable of.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmmm,” he says, his tongue slipping inside my mouth as he grinds his hips against mine. One hand plays with my breast. He pinches my nipple, just the way Sullivan did when he was in charge. He traces the bumps of my ribs, then slips right between my legs and plays with the evidence of what Sullivan did to me a few minutes ago. “He must’ve been good, huh? He’s got your release all pooled up for me to play with.”
Oh, shit. I’m so turned on right now, I think I gush.
“You can tell me no,” he says, pulling back from the kiss.
“Are you kidding?”
“It’s not weird?”
“You’re the same person. It’s not weird, Thomas. I like you both. Equally,” I add, so he knows. Whatever’s happening to him, he doesn’t need me to make it worse. I want him. Flaws and all. I want them both. One at a time or all at once. I don’t care.
He kisses me again, probably reading my mind. Then his hand takes mine and places it over the hardness under his jeans. “Take me out,” he whispers in my mouth.
My fingers fumble with the buttons for a few seconds. But I get it together and pull the fly open. His cock is hard, and hot, and thick when I wrap my hand around it and pull him free.
“Yes,” he says, taking his whispers to my ear. “Hold it in your hand. Squeeze it, Sadie. Squeeze it hard.”
God. I forgot. This one’s a talker. So fucking sexy.
“Do it,” he says, biting my earlobe.
I squeal, but I also obey.
“Now pump it up and down. Yes,” he says. “Just like that. It feels good. I can’t wait to put it in your mouth.”
Oh, shit.
“Your pussy just gushed all over my fingers, Sadie. Does that mean you like it?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Yes, what? Tell me what you like.”
“I like your cock in my hand. I like the way you talk to me. I like picturing how it will feel when you push it inside me. When you fuck me.”
“Do you want me to fuck you hard, Sadie? Like last time? Or should I go easy on you this time?”
“Do whatever you want.”
He laughs. “That’s my girl. Now scoot down. Scoot down and put your lips over my head. I need to feel your mouth on me.”
Good God. I have won the lottery with this guy. These guys. Oh, who the fuck cares. I’m fine with all of it.
I reluctantly break away from him. But I keep my hand busy stroking his cock as I position myself at his waist. I lick his abs. They are hard. Muscular. Perfect.
“Mmmm,” he says. “You’re teasing me.” There’s a little hint of warning in his voice. “Keep moving. You’re driving me wild.”
I look up at him as I continue to lick and kiss my way down his groin. His eyes are open, but only halfway. Like this feels so good he’s having trouble.
I lick my lips just as the head of his cock touches my lips. His crooked smile is all the encouragement I need. I take him in my mouth. He’s so thick and hard, I worry that I won’t be able to take much of his length.
“Go slow if you want. I’ll let you get used to it. It might be too big for you. You might not be able to take it all the way down your throat. But don’t worry, little Sadie,” he says, petting my hair with one hand while he reaches down to squeeze my breast with the other. “I’ll make it fit in your pussy.”
I pull away to look up at him. “Keep talking.”
He laughs, making his cock jump in my hand. “If you keep licking.”
“Deal,” I whisper. I stretch my mouth around his tip and suck. He fists my hair and groans. I like that he likes it. So I look up and watch him as I push his fat cock deeper into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but he just fists my hair harder and pushes my face into his groin. I flatten my tongue against his shaft, let him slide in as deep as I can, then pull back, saliva spilling out of my mouth. I grab my spit in my hand and begin stroking him, twisting my hand up and down as I tease the tip of his head playfully with my tongue.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” he says.
“So come,” I say, still looking up at him. “I’ll swallow you down like it’s candy.”
He grins, yanking on my hair until I have to tip my head back. “No.”
I don’t take the denial personally. It’s fun after all. Why rush it?
“I want you on the floor. On your knees. Kneel for me, Sadie.”
I give his cock one last lick, then ease myself onto the floor and kneel. He swings his legs over and stands up, still holding on to my hair. He grabs it on both sides of my face and brings my mouth towards his cock. It looks huge from this angle.
“Look at me, Sadie.” His command is soft but still stern. He expects me to obey him. Right now I’m in the mood to do just about anything he says. “Good girl,” he says when my eyes meet his. “I want to see your pretty eyes when I sink my cock into your throat. So make sure you look at me.”
“I’ll do my very best,” I say through my smile.
“And put your hands right here,” he says, patting his muscular thigh. “Palms flat. Keep them there. You won’t be needing your hands.”
Oh, man. I feel heat between my legs from that prediction.
He pulls my hair, bringing my head towards him. “That’s it,” he says. “Open wide for me, Sadie.”
I open my mouth and a thrill runs through my whole body. I want to touch myself. I want to play with my clit while I suck his cock. I want to come on my fingers when he comes down my throat.
“You’re daydreaming, Sadie. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
I look up at him. All smiles. So very handsome and perfect. He hasn’t shaved in a few days and it’s hot as fuck. “I want to play with myself.”
“No,” he says, still grinning. He’s having fun with me.
I’m having fun with him too.
“I want to rub my pussy all over your face.”
“Soon. What else?”
“I want you to come down my throat.”
“No again.” He kneels down to look me in the eyes. “I will come inside you, but not in your mouth. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me. I want to feel you clamp down on my dick so hard I have to suck in air. I want to be buried deep inside you, Sadie. That’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.” He leans in. Kisses me softly on the lips. Whispers, “Do you want me to be satisfied?” right into my mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper back. Our eyes are locked on each other. This is the most intimate moment I’ve ever had.
“Good,” he says, kissing my lips one more time before standing back up. “I want you satisfied too. Now suck my cock and make us both happy.”
I lean in and he meets me halfway. The soft, wet tip of his head bumps against my lips, so I open. I let him in. He lets me take control of how deep inside. I wrap my lips completely around his head and suck.
“Yes,” he says, crooning the word down to me. I keep my eyes on him, just the way he asked. “That’s very nice. Keep going.”
I swallow around the fat cock in my mouth and he groans. His fists grip my head, pulling me forward. Urging me on. I open as wide as I can and let him enter my throat. For a moment, I know I’m going to choke.
But then he says, “You’re OK,” in such a s
oft, tender voice, I believe him. I am OK. “Just let me handle this. You concentrate on how good it’s going to feel when I finally push my dick inside your pussy. You want that, right?”
I nod my head, tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I try to breathe through my nose.
I really want that.
“Me too,” he says. “But I want this for a little bit first.”
He begins to pump his hips. Slowly at first. His cock slides in and out of my mouth. So much saliva is pooled in my mouth, it drips down my chin and falls onto my nipple.
I almost die with want.
“Now a little faster. You’re OK.” He starts fucking me. Not hard. He’s still gentle. Still reassuring. Not trying to force me.
And I have never been so turned on in my whole life.
He thrusts in, but then he stops. Almost none of his cock is outside my mouth now. I have tears in my eyes. And him in my head. Telling me to trust him.
I relax and he smiles. A tear drops down my face when he places one hand on my throat and one hand on the back of my head and he… goes deeper. Pushing himself inside me.
My palms are still pressed flat against his muscular thighs. And I push, trying to make him back off.
“Not yet, Sadie,” he moans. “I can feel my cock in your throat.”
Oh. Yes. I can feel his hand there.
He presses forward again, until my nose is buried into his groin.
I have to close my eyes.
Not to get through it. But because I am so turned on I might come without anyone touching me. I might come just from the thought. Just from the image I’m holding in my mind.
I gag, and he pulls out. Long strands of saliva drip down my body.
He kneels down and kisses me on the lips. “Now I want to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I whisper into his mouth. His tongue is there, twisting with mine. His fingers are between my legs. I’m so wet, he slips inside with almost no friction. I need his fat cock. I need to feel him. “Then fuck me, Thomas. Now.”
He pulls away from my mouth, breaking our kiss. “Come on. You can be on top.”
He sits on the bed and lies back. I climb on, straddling his hips, lifting up just enough to place the tip of his dick under my entrance.
And then I sink down on him.
We both moan. There’s no way in hell I can keep my eyes open now. I just want to drift away into bliss. I sit down even more, letting him fill me up.
His hands grip my breasts, squeezing them hard. The gentle fucking is over. I want to ride him.
“Fuck me,” he says.
But his voice has changed. I open my eyes and see Sullivan.
“Fuck me,” he says. But now he’s Thomas.
“Fuck me, Sadie.” It’s both of them.
I do fuck them. Both of them. I lean down, letting my hair fall over my shoulders and drag over their shoulders. They grab my ass, urging me to move quicker. Everything is suddenly urgent. They wrap their arms around my back, pinning me to their chest. They thrust their hips upwards while I try to sink down.
“This is fucking,” they growl into my ear.
I can feel my climax surfacing. It’s swimming up from some dark depth and there’s no way I can stop it from breaking free.
“Squeeze our cock, Sadie.” And that simple switch, that one word—our—it unravels me. I come apart as they fuck me so hard from below, their balls fly up to smack me on the ass.
Then I gush. Their hot semen spills into me and I coat their dick with my climax. They hold me close, kissing me like we’ve been separated after a long absence.
I brought them together.
So they are mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - THOMAS
We hold her for a little bit, our eyes closing, ready for this day to be done.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Sadie says. “I mean that.”
I open one eye so I can look at her. She’s pretty fucking adorable. I mean, really… she’s completely adorable. Her face is so sweet. And I don’t know what she was like before we met at the hospital—I can take a good guess, knowing Prodigy—but I really love this version of her. “You mean you’re not gonna play favorites?”
She opens one eye too. Smiles at me. “There’s no way in hell I could choose, Thomas. I like both of you. Besides, you really are the same person.”
At least she knows it’s me and not Sullivan right now. I’m not even sure Case and Lincoln could be that sure about it. They know about Sullivan. Have known for a long time. But they don’t know as much as Sadie does.
I filled them in some when you started going crazy after Case shot you, Sullivan says inside my head.
I figured.
I saw you struggling and, yeah, I was all about taking over again. It was a good opportunity for me. Couldn’t pass it up. But… I need you, Thomas. I think we’re better as a team than we are alone.
I have to agree. I never thought I’d feel that way, but he’s right. We’re better as one. Maybe one day we’ll even merge? Who knows. But this is OK with me.
He relaxes inside my head, content to let me lead for now.
“I’m so tired,” Sadie says.
I stroke her hair and close my eyes again. “Me too.”
“Well, snap out of it.” Sheila’s voice comes from the pile of clothes on the floor. My phone in my jeans. “Uzi is pissed off right now and I need you downstairs to help mitigate things immediately.”
“Fuck him,” I say back.
“No,” Sheila says. “I’m telling you, this is going to be a huge problem in a matter of minutes if you don’t show up down there. I’ve been feeding him video of Sadie from when she was under in the lab. But I’m out of footage. Someone needs to talk him down and he wants nothing to do with Lincoln or Case. So that someone is you. Get up.”
“Did you find out anything from the tests you ran?” Sadie asks Sheila.
Sheila is silent for a few seconds.
“Sheila?” I ask. “Did you?”
“We need to talk about that.”
“Well, talk.” More hesitation from Sheila. “What the hell is going on?”
“We need to take care of Uzi first—”
“No,” Sadie says. “This is my private business. If you know something you need to tell me. Like right now.”
“Come on, Sheila. Tell us what’s going on.”
She sighs. God, sometimes she’s so damn real with her voice inflection. “In the interest of getting Thomas to take his ass downstairs and help his Alpha brothers, I will. But you’re not going to like it. How much do you remember about the last two years, Sadie?”
“Nothing,” she says. “It’s like… I have a memory of escaping with Cyan and Uzi. I have a memory of Iziah getting caught. Then me. But after that it’s… me standing in the asylum looking straight at Thomas. That’s it. Just a huge black hole of emptiness.”
“Well, the human mind is a very interesting specimen. It’s like a recorder. You never really forget things. Your brain just files your memories away. That’s how they erase people. They find the right file, tuck it somewhere unexpected, and presto, you forget things.”
“Who does that?” I ask. “I mean, there’s some crazy fucked-up people in this world, but for real. Who has that kind of power over a brain?”
“Well…” Sheila says. “You do, Thomas. This whole mentalist thing? I don’t understand it. But that’s something you can do. If you knew how, that is. I found memories inside Sadie. Memories of her being… altered in this way.”
“By who?” Sadie asks. “When?”
“Those two years you thought you were with Prodigy?”
Oh, shit. Here it comes.
“You weren’t, Sadie. You were with Cyan and Uzi the whole time.”
“What?” she gasps, sitting up in bed. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know,” Sheila says.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” I snap. “You’re a goddamned know-it-all.”
/> “I don’t see a school in her memories, Thomas. I see underground bunkers or something.”
“Wait,” Sadie whispers. “I remember that now. I was in a room. But I wasn’t with Cyan and Uzi.” She stops to massage her head, like it’s painful to think about these things. “I was with Iziah.”
“They had both of you, Sadie. They were using you. Training you to be a weapon.”
“Good God,” she says. “I knew there was something between them. I knew it. They were acting all funny.”
“Well, they’re acting funny again right now. And I don’t think we fully understand just how dangerous these two are. They’re like you and Sadie, Thomas. Mentalist and illusionist. Except they know what the fuck they’re doing.”
“Shit. Get Case and Linc right now.”
“Well, I could do that,” Sheila says. “But… I’m telling you, Uzi is raging downstairs right now. He can’t be left alone. There’s no telling what kind of damage those two could do. I don’t know if Case or Lincoln could fight an attack like that. They’ve never been exposed to that kind of thing.”
“So what do we do?” Sadie asks. I’m only half surprised that she’s ready to jump ship so easily. Sheila is right. Somewhere deep inside her, she knows everything Sheila said is true. Those memories they stole are still in there, filed away for secret-keeping. But they’re still there. “I don’t want them to get a hold of me again, Thomas. Ever. I want to stay with you.”
I pull her close to me and hug her. “I have no intention of letting them get you, don’t worry. Uzi needs to sever that link to have any control over you, Sadie. I’m your link and I won’t let him cut it. I promise.”
“OK,” Sheila says. “Now that all that stupid emotional stuff is over… can we please come up with a plan to get these freaks out of Lincoln’s house? All we need is for them to find the lab and things will get really ugly, really fast.”
“We need to tell Lincoln, Sheila. Send him a message now.”
“I can’t. Uzi and Cyan are right there. I can’t even ask him to leave the room. You don’t understand the level of tension down there right now.”
“You know what I want to know?” I say.
