CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - SADIE
“What?” I say, confused. What the hell was that? Sullivan’s voice is deeper. The jokes and fun are gone.
“Shit,” he says.
“What just—”
“Thomas,” he says.
Then his face changes. Not a lot. It doesn’t contort or turn into something I don’t recognize. But we’ve been through a lot together, so I recognize what’s happening.
“That’s right,” Thomas says, but to Sullivan, not me. “It’s me. What the fuck is going on? Why was I locked out? Why was I—”
“Dude,” Sullivan says. Holy shit, this is weird. “I didn’t lock you out. You’re the one who over-reacted when I surfaced again.”
“You,” Thomas growls back at… himself, “were supposed to stay buried. We made a deal, asshole.”
“A deal? That’s what you call it? You forced me down with drugs, dickhead.”
“What the—” Thomas looks down at our bodies. He’s on top of me, his bare chest pressing against my bare breasts. My wrists are still tied to the headboard with silk. But then he smirks. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Umm…” I have no idea what to say.
He flops over, but one hand rests on my breast. He squeezes it. “Were we done?” He laughs. “Or just getting started?”
“Umm…”
He smiles at me. Thomas. Wow. This is so strange. “It’s just me, Sadie. We’ve already had sex. I mean, before. Back at the tower. Are we at Lincoln’s?” He looks around, taking in the room. “I guess they finished the guest rooms. Never seen this one before. But this room has Molly written all over it.”
“Yeah…” I say, unable to form any coherent words right now.
“It’s weird?” he asks.
I nod.
“Too weird to deal with? Or just a little weird and you need a minute?”
I swallow hard as I try to get a grip on the situation. “Can you untie my hands?” I ask.
“We’re done with that?”
I nod my head again. “Please.”
He reaches up and releases one arm. Then leans over my body to release the other one. He smells like sex. Like me. My sex. All over his face.
He’s the same man who just ate my pussy like it’s delicious. Who stuck his fingers inside me and licked my clit. Who tied me up and drove me crazy.
And yet… he’s not.
He relaxes back on the bed. “Something’s wrong.”
“Yeah… well.” Shit. What the hell do you say in this kind of situation?
“Do you like him better than me? Is that it?”
“No,” I blurt out. “No, that’s not it.”
“I’m a freak? But by the way, you’re a freak too. So. You know. Wondertwins and all that good shit.”
There’s a tingling in my head and I realize he’s in there. “Stop it.”
“I’m just trying to figure things out, Sadie. I’m sorry. The last thing I remember was the crash. Something happened. And then… blackness. How the fuck did we get here?”
“It’s a really long story.” I sigh. And I don’t want to relive it, actually. But I don’t say that last part out loud.
“Totally understand,” he says, reaching for me. He hugs me close and even though it should freak me out, it doesn’t. He’s inside me. For real. Not the same way Sullivan is. Sullivan’s in control of… the super parts of me. Whatever’s running the… software in there. Thomas has access to the emotional parts.
He soothes me. Just his touch soothes me. My climax is waning, and that should come with at least a little disappointment since Sullivan and I were just getting started. But it doesn’t. Thomas is fulfilling a need I have, something I can’t quite explain.
“Love,” he says, reading my mind.
“I thought you couldn’t read minds? Sullivan said you only grab memories when people die or something.”
“Well”—he sighs—“things changed, I guess. I got an upgrade.”
“Are you OK?” I ask. “And where does Sullivan go when you… take over?”
He hesitates for a few moments. Like he’s thinking really hard about this question.
“Thomas?” I ask again.
“I don’t know how I feel. Weird. But I can’t decide if it’s just because I’m not used to Sullivan being around, or if it’s because something else is going on.”
“What could be going on besides that?”
“You tell me. I’m sorta lost right now.”
I shift my body so we’re looking at each other. I study his face. Trying to finds signs of a stranger. But he’s the same. They are the same person.
“And Sullivan’s still here,” he says, tapping his head. “There’s… compartments in there, I guess. He’s retreated for now. It’s too confusing if we’re both active at the same time.”
“Has it always been this way?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “No. When we were small we came up with this deal, you know? Our power—the Prodigy power—it’s only useful to them when they can control both of us. So we make sure one of us is always submissive to the other. I came up with a drug to help us do that. It suppressed him for years. Decades, almost. But the… It started falling apart after Case—my friend, the other Alpha, you know?”
“I haven’t met him yet. But I think he’s here.”
“Right. Things started going sideways after Case shot me with that drug when we were taking down the Red Robber a few months ago. And when Case took that control away…” He shakes his head again. “I don’t know what happened. But things are very different now.”
“He said you tried to kill yourself. That’s why you were locked up in that hospital.”
“I wasn’t really gonna do it. I was just pissed off that day because he came out of his little dark hole. But it happened at work and everyone saw me. They called the police, put me on a seventy-two-hour hold at the hospital, and then… shit just got worse and worse. People kept dying in that goddamned place. I kept collecting those memories. It drove me insane, I think. It wasn’t Sullivan’s fault. Where’s he gonna go? I mean, really. He’s me. If the drug won’t work, where’s he gonna go? I should’ve realized that, but things were so… weird.”
“Do you feel more in control now?”
He offers up a small smile. “I’m in bed with you. And you’re naked.”
I smile with satisfaction. I can’t help it.
“So I’m gonna have to go with much better now.” He averts his eyes, studying something on the other side of the room. “But what do you think? About all this? You’re probably ready to run, right? It’s too weird.”
“I’m not running,” I say. “I’m still here. And I’m still naked.”
He chuckles this time. And I get a real grin out of him. “I feel so lost right now. God. What’s been happening?”
I try to sit up, but he holds me tighter. “Don’t leave.”
“I was just going to get one of your friends. Or the Sheila thing.”
“They can wait. Sheila will want to run tests and shit. I’m not up for that right now. I just want to be here with you for a little longer.”
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 soft, 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.