Page 50 of Lovely Deceit

Despite saying that this was about me trying to hold my orgasm back from them, I can feel myself dripping already.

Alaric leans over, and I flash back to the time when I was spread eagle on his desk. He runs his nose up my inner thigh, taking in a deep breath as if he’s savoring my aroma.

“Today,” I grind out. Not because I’m impatient, but because this ismyshow.

He darts his tongue out to taste me, and I have to bite my lips to keep from crying out. From that moment forward, I stare up at the ceiling instead of watching him. I attempt to occupy my mind with anything but this, but having the power is intoxicating. Plus, Alaric is fucking skilled. It’s as if he’s making it his personal mission to give me the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

He reaches up to play with my tits, and I allow it since it feels too good to deny him this. That’s the whole point of this, right? Making me feel good at their expense.

He licks and sucks, and I stare straight up, fists at my sides with my nails biting into my skin.

It’s when he really gets into it that pulls me under. The sounds that come pouring from him are hungry, like he’s eating the most expensive delicacy.

“Oh my God,” he grinds out. “If this is torture, I want more. I want to mark you everywhere, Eden. I want to tattoo my touch on your body.” I’m about to put an end to the talk when he says, “Because you’re already tattooed on mine. Imprinted in my brain. Seared into my soul. This right here,” he says, pulling away just enough to thumb my clit, “pure fucking perfection.”

My breaths deepen. Partly in my attempt to stay in control and partly due to the fact that Alaric’s tongue on my pussy feels too fucking good. I almost wish I could allow myself to enjoy it without holding back.

“God,” he growls. “You fucking—”

I grab a handful of his hair and hold him to my core, effectively shutting him up and wordlessly telling him this is my moment. He doesn’t miss a beat, splaying his tongue flat against my soaked flesh before flicking my clit in torturous, quick taunts. My breaths quicken. I’m giving myself a big ol’ pat on the back for not moaning and moving yet, but it’s becoming more and more difficult.

A zipper lowers somewhere in the room, and I glance over to find Oliver’s hand shoved down his pants. I give him a quick shake of the head. I have plans for him afterward, and I don’t need him losing his load when I can’t even enjoy it.

His jaw feathers as he moves his hands to his sides, gripping his pants.

Alaric starts rocking into me, using the movements to heighten the pleasure. I stare up at the ceiling again, but it does me no good. Ripples of pure bliss score my body. I tighten my grip on his hair, letting out the barest of moans as I hit the precipice, my pussy spasming like crazy against his tongue. My toes curl, and I ride it out, plastering my hips against the coffee table until the last aftershock hits, and I lift into his mouth as he places a chaste kiss over my clit.

Another moan escapes as I relax, and Alaric sits back. The air is thick with tension. No one moves for a moment until I make the mistake of looking around. Alaric’s face is dripping with my juices. He licks his lips seductively, then my naughty professor finally stands. “Your turn, Leo.”

“Did she even come?” he snarks. “I barely heard a thing.”

I narrow my eyes, and he snaps his jaw shut. I love his smart mouth just not when it’s aimed at me all the time. But his aggression—his ferocity—calls to a part of me. “A lot of talk for someone who hasn’t won anything yet.”

He focuses his dark gaze on me before reaching over to grab a few tissues, using them to carefully wipe at my core. I raise a brow, and he answers, “I want you to forget he was even here.”

I roll my eyes. “Just tongue fuck me, Jarvis. No one wants to hear you talk.”

He grips my hips and pulls me toward him so violently that I have to steady myself on the table again while he devours me with his mouth. His tattooed arms tighten and relax with his movements, making the ink on his arms ripple continuously.

As I’d hoped, it takes Leo far longer to get me aroused again than when Alaric went. It’s not because it doesn’t feel fucking amazing, it’s just biology. I’m not in danger for several minutes until he finally slows his pace, sucking my clit into his mouth.

My ass involuntarily lifts from the table while I suction my pussy to his mouth. Then he gets greedy, cocky. Teasing me with little licks and chaste kisses. I want to search out his touch but stare at the ceiling instead, gripping the side of the coffee table for dear life.

He stays on my clit, hand reaching up toward my breasts. I’m afraid if he gets there, I’ll lose it early but he pulls his hand back, and I heave a sigh of relief.

That win doesn’t last long because a moment later, a foreign object pushes against my pussy. It’s cold and hard, and I scramble to push up on my elbows to see what the fuck he’s doing. I find him smirking, one hand gripping the liquor bottle from last night—the one we all downed after my graduation to Fledgling. He tongues my clit while pushing the neck of the bottle past my pussy lips.

“Wha—” I cut myself off as he moves it inside me, mimicking the quick push and pull of a sliding cock. “Fuck,” I gasp.

He smiles into my core, and I want to kick him off, but it feels too fucking amazing. He gives my clit a rest, focusing on the bottle, watching it intently as the top disappears into my body before he pulls it right back out in slow, tantalizing movements. “Feel those ridges?” he asks, his voice taking on a tone of dominance. “That’s my cock. Except it’s missing one thing. One day, I’m going to impale you with my pierced dick, and you’re going to scream so loud, Little Miss Astor.” He slides the bottle forward, stretching my pussy like he’s trying to get me to take it all in.

“You’re cheating,” I pant.

“I don’t care and neither do you.”

He glides it in a little further, and I suck in a breath as it goes in and in and— I’m hovering in anticipation to see how much he can fit inside me when he guides it back out with slow precision.

I should be disgusted, horrified, watching him stick this object inside me with Oliver and Alaric looking on with rapt attention.

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