Page 70 of Lovely Deceit

“Keep going,” she says

“I deserved what you did. You made me understand, but I’ll always hate that part of me that didn’t do anything, even when I knew I should.”

My lips are a whisper away from hers. She’s intoxicating. The fire in her eyes; her strength. They call to me, make me want to break through the shackles I didn’t even know were holding me back.

“You can keep punishing me, and I’ll keep taking it.”

She closes the distance between us, and my cock immediately stiffens until it aches. “Do you want me, Professor?” she asks seductively.

“Like no one before.”

“Good.” She sucks my lips between hers and then lets them go, arching her back, and I realize Oliver is behind her. He’s slipped his hand inside her dress, palming and stroking her breast. I watch with rapt attention.

“You see, Professor? She loves this. Playing with her breasts is such a turn on for her.”

She reaches behind her to grab the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. “You’re going to give away all of my secrets.”

Oliver moans into her mouth while unzipping her dress down the side. He loosens the top, and her breasts spill out, and he quickly captures them in both hands, kneading and playing.

My cock strains against my pants. I yearn to cover every inch of her body with my lips. I want to brand her like he’s doing now.

Footsteps sound in the entry, and Oliver doesn’t even miss a beat when he says, “Unneeded, James. I’ll let you know if you are again.” When he finishes, he slides his lips down the column of her throat as he pushes her dress to pool at her hips. “Are you going to forgive him, love?”

“Maybe,” she says, searching for his lips again.

He gives her what she wants, and I’m enthralled, seated next to them, wishing I could reach out but stopping myself.

“Why don’t you wrap your thighs around his shoulders? He can start atoning now.”

They share a look, and for a second, I’m the odd man out again, but that only lasts until she peers at me. Oliver rolls her nipple between his thumbs, and the arousal on her face does nothing but excite me.

“You want to taste me, Professor?”

Oliver sucks on her neck. “How is that even hot to me?”

I nod, pulling at her dress until the fabric slides down her legs. Her panties are next. I push them to the floor while laying her out on the couch—her between Oliver’s legs, and me between hers. Oliver reaches down, his hands flat against her stomach before he rubs her clit. She opens her legs wide, her juices moistening her pussy.

“Well?” Oliver asks.

I run my hands up her thighs, my fingertips grazing what I can only surmise is the aftermath of her encounter with Leo. She locks gazes with me, and I hate the uncertainty I find there. I want to lick the evidence that he was ever there away. I want her to never know the feeling of being used again. “I want to do so much more than taste,” I tell them. She closes her eyes in ecstasy and works up against Oliver’s touch. I heave in a breath. “But I’ll start there.”

I lower myself over her pussy. Oliver pulls his hands back just in time for me to sweep my tongue, gathering up her arousal and drinking it down like the sweet nectar that it is. As I swallow, she works her hips up, searching for me.

I give her exactly what she wants. I nip and play, flicking my tongue over her clit, and she moans into the giant room.

“You like being tag-teamed, Edie?” Oliver asks. “Your best friend and your professor? How naughty.”

She lifts up into me, and I slide my hands under her ass, holding her there as I run my tongue all over her, lapping her up.

“Oliver…” she calls out.

“It’s okay. He’ll give you what you need. He’s going to rock your world, love.”

“Oh, Alaric,” she breathes.

She shifts, and when I peer up, she’s staring down at me. Oliver still has her breasts in his hands, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Two men intent on satisfying one beautiful woman. My balls ache…badly.

Her gaze focused on mine, she starts working herself up into my mouth, setting a rhythm that I’m more than inclined to follow. She starts shaking from head to toe. “I’m going to. I’m—” She cries out, locking her gaze with me as she explodes on my lips. I lick her clean, savoring every last drop as aftershocks hit her.

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