Page 84 of Love You To Pieces

“But I’m not…”

I’m not a monster.

“Not going anywhere,” Fox agrees. “Not ever again. That was the deal, remember?” He grabs my leg and drags me forward until I’m under him, poised on his knees.

“Definitely never again.” Deacon finally sinks to his knees as well beside me on the mat so he can reach out and wrap his fingers around my throat. He holds just tightly enough that I can feel the weight of his hand, but not enough that I can’t breathe. “Oh, fuck, Sadie-Rae.” He leans down and kisses me hard, while Fox drags his hands down my body, pushing my shirt up with his next motion.

I’ve never felt more like a meal to them than right now. With their mouths and tongues tasting and exploring every inch of skin they can find, part of me is sure that one of them is going to bite down and just keep going, ripping and tearing at my flesh until they’ve devoured me completely.

Every nick of teeth, every lap of their tongues, has me flinching, writhing, and moving until I’m a mess of panting and squirming in the truck’s bed.

“Too many clothes,” Fox decides, his fingers hooked in my joggers. He drags them down my hips, over my thighs, and isn’t slow about ripping them and my shoes right off. Deacon seems to agree with him, because he’s much less gentle about ripping off my shirt and bra until I’m bare beneath them, feeling truly and utterly vulnerable. The mat is still warm from soaking up today’s sun, but it’s definitely not a very comfortable feeling to have my ass and thighs pressed to the less than smooth truck bed.

“Wait,” I gasp, my stomach clenched with anticipation and anxiety. “Wait, I don’t know—” Deacon kisses me hard, and I feel Fox’s tongue going up my thigh, to my navel, before finding my hip bones where he nips at my skin.

“Let us have this,” Deacon murmurs. “Fuck, you don’t know how much we’ve wanted this. It’s so hard not to eat you up, Sadie. So you gotta let us have this.” He chuckles with one hand in my hair and drags my head back so he can put his mouth on my throat and lick.

He laps at my skin like it’s coated in honey, before moving down to do the same against my collarbones. Deacon presses my hands to the mat above my head, and it occurs to me, not for the first time in the past few minutes, just how helpless I am right now.

They really could consume me if they wanted to. It terrifies me, thrills me, and has me gasping under their mouths while they taste and lick and nip. I know I’ll have bruises, especially on my collarbones and hips, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“What are you—” My question is cut off by Deacon’s mouth sealing to mine as my legs are lifted, knees shoved upward and spread wide. I can feel how exposed I am, and it makes me instinctively try to close my thighs, though Fox laughs, kisses the inside of my knee, and then nips hard.

“Don’t do that,” he purrs. “I’ve just gotten started. Let me have my fun, darlin’ girl.” I can’t see him. Not with the way Deacon is pinning me down and kissing me breathless, but I definitely feel it when Fox licks a line up my slit, his tongue flicking over my clit before doing it again.

The sudden touch makes me cry out, and I arch my hips against him as he continues to do it. Over and over he just laps at me, while Deacon swallows all of my protests. The blond’s free hand finds my stomach, splaying there, and he holds me down for Fox, keeping me pressed to the mat in two places while his lover eats me out and takes his time in doing so.

“God, you’re so wet,” Fox pants when he finally pulls back. “You love when we have our mouths on you, don’t you, Sadie-Rae?” Without waiting for an answer, he shoves my thighs apart again, and this time when he seals his mouth against me, he shoves his tongue between my folds as deep as it can go before licking me from the inside.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasp, with Deacon’s mouth on my throat. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Fox—” Deacon’s hand leaves my stomach and grabs my throat, though it’s just so he can catch my mouth in a bruising kiss that’s accompanied by his deeper growl.

He nips and bites at my lower lip, seeming to delight in the taste of my whines. When Fox adds two fingers to fuck me open, my hips start moving of their own accord, unable to stay still. Deacon takes the next cries as well, greedily swallowing them down and keeping me flat on the mat.

“She tastes so good,” Fox moans, sitting up again. “Come here.” In a sudden movement, he lets go of one of my thighs, and Deacon gasps as he’s dragged away from my mouth. My eyes open, and in the moonlight, I can just see a few silver-lit details of their features. Fox pulls Deacon in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that has the blond whimpering and whining against him. I can see their tongues pressed together, swapping the taste of me like it really is the best thing they’ve ever had.

“God fucking damn it,” Deacon laughs roughly when Fox finally releases his hair. He looks down at me with glittering blue eyes, his grin wolfish. “You really are perfect, you know that?” Grabbing Fox by his shirt, he yanks him closer, no longer holding me as he uses his free hand to yank his belt free and unbutton his jeans.

Fox returns the favor, though he’s quicker than Deacon to shove his jeans down his hips enough to wrap his hand around his arousal and pull a long, filthy sound from the blond’s throat.

Watching them is something I never would’ve thought I’d enjoy this much. I sit up on my elbows, barely aware of my naked vulnerability as Fox teases and toys with Deacon to pull the sweetest noises from him. In return, Deacon grips at his shirt, pushing it up to reveal his toned abdomen and the bandage that’s a bright white patch on his side. His hips arch and roll into Fox’s hand, his head thrown back to let the sheriff happily latch onto the side of his throat.

“Get on your back, my love,” Fox orders. “Trust me.” And if that doesn’t do it for Deacon, I don’t know what does. He’s quick to acquiesce, and I’m sure that Fox is going to fuck him while I watch.

Which, honestly, isn’t a terrible option at all.

But once Deacon is back on his elbows, Fox turns to me with a glint in his gaze that has me both wary and excited. My stomach twists with the conflicting feelings, and I bite my lip as he crooks a finger at me, prompting me to get to my knees.

“Just trust me,” he tells me. “I know what I’m doing.” At his urging, I straddle Deacon, his cock brushing my slit as Fox urges me downward.

“Good girl,” Fox praises when he forces me to sink down on Deacon’s cock. The blond under me throws back his head with a groan, one hand flying to my thigh.

“You’re so tight,” he pants. “God, you always feel so good, Sadie.”

“Are you tight?” Fox asks, settling behind me, his hips against mine as he straddles Deacon as well. With his urging, I grind forward, settling into the rhythm that he sets with my hands splayed on Deacon’s stomach, his cock deep inside me as he fucks up into me.

“I don’t know, Sadie. Thing is…” Fox strokes the fingers of one hand down my body, the other gripped on my hip opposite Deacon. “I think you could take more. Don’t you?”

“I don’t—” My words end in a gasp as he circles my slit where I’m stretched around Deacon. Fox doesn’t wait for my opinion, though. He bites down on my neck, sucking a fresh bruise against my pale skin, and suddenly he’s pressing one finger into me, alongside Deacon’s cock.