SICK HEART by Huss, JA (nice books to read TXT) 📗

spot because she bites her lip and closes her eyes for an elongated blink before opening them back up, wider than ever.

Maart pinches her nipple. Hard. And the pain is sharp enough to make her gasp again. “I’m waiting, Anya. I don’t like to wait.” He growls out the last few words as his left hand squeezes her breast.

She has very nice tits. They are large and firm and even though I know the meaning of the red-on-white symbols encircling her nipples, I like the way it looks. I like the way she wears it. I like the way she plays her part.

The sacrifice. That’s what she was tonight. Lazar’s sacrifice.

Here’s something I bet our Anya didn’t know. I was supposed to kill her tonight. I was told to throw her off the ship, not Pavo.

Udulf took me aside just before I went out on the platform and told me that’s what Lazar wanted. And what did I care? What’s one more dead girl? It’s not like I get to keep them. And Udulf—well, he has no interest in a girl Anya’s age. She’s… not his type.

So I fucked up their plans by throwing Pavo over instead of Anya. Right now, somewhere on this ship, in some private space or compartment, or storage hold, there should’ve been a ritual to commemorate her death.

I smile just thinking about Lazar’s panic as we were dragging Pavo’s body towards the edge. Did he know I wasn’t going to do it? Did he know?

Yes. He had to know. And he was panicked.

Why? Why this girl?

If my father is mad that I let Anya live, he didn’t show it.

But he is the master of deception.

Still, without Anya he might’ve lost tonight.

Without Anya I might be dead.

So do I think he cares that she wasn’t sacrificed in the end?

Probably not.

Maart slaps her breast and growls, “Fucking answer me, Anya.”

Rainer stops eating her pussy and wipes his hand across his wet lips again. “You better say yes or we’ll just throw you in the bedroom and go find someone else to play with.”

“Someone more willing,” Maart adds.

I hold my breath for a moment, wondering if she’ll bow out.

I’m not gonna lie, I’d be disappointed if we had to go find someone else. I mean, she’s already here.

Rainer has already gotten a taste.

Maart is practically in position.

She answers him, but not with sounds. She answers him with a hand. Again.

This time she reaches behind her back and grabs Maart’s dick. He grins at me and shrugs.

And it’s settled. She is in. So now it’s my turn.

Rainer hasn’t resumed his licking yet, even though he’s still in position and Anya is still trying to encourage him with her hand on his head. “Now,” he says. “Now you have to let Cort know you want it.” His tongue darts out and the tip swipes across her clit. She hisses air through her teeth. “And if you don’t want to talk, fine with us. We like your silence. Nothing worse than a mouthy woman.”

Maart and I both laugh.

“But you better find a way to say yes in the next ten seconds, Anya. Because if you don’t, we’ll just jerk each other off real quick to quell the need and then go find ourselves someone with more spirit.”

Anya looks at me and even though she says nothing—not with words, not with her eyes, not even with a crooked smile—I know the question inside her head.

You like men?

Don’t we all like men, Anya? I sign that back to her and both Rainer and Maart chuckle.

And then Anya surprises me. She removes her hand from Rainer’s head, twists her body towards me—creating space between her and Maart—and then she leans in, blue eyes locked with mine, and slowly… ever so fucking slowly… closes the distance between us until her soft mouth, all pliant and willing, touches mine.

She holds that position, neither kissing me nor not kissing me, and we breathe a lifetime of breaths in that pause.

Up until now I hadn’t really felt the Lectra but it suddenly kicks in and my dick is instantly hard inside my shorts.

The dream-state is immediate and I kiss her.

I kiss her and she kisses me back.

And she tastes like blood.

Her tongue touches mine and I lean into it, pushing her back on top of Maart. Rainer is standing up, tugging his shorts down his long, muscular legs. Maart is desperately trying to unbutton his pants and get his dick out. I end up helping him as Anya and I continue to kiss. I lift up her hips as Maart pumps his cock, and then Rainer is helping me place her on top of Maart.

Rainer kneels down again and resumes licking her pussy while I play with her clit. Getting her wet enough for what comes next.

She bites her lip and closes her eyes when Rainer places Maart’s cock at the tight entrance of her ass, and when Maart thrusts upward, she cries out. Her small protest tumbles over my tongue and gets lost inside my mouth as Rainer and I each slip a finger inside her pussy.

Anya is gasping and moaning as we slide in and out, feeling the length of Maart’s cock inside her ass. Rainer keeps licking and every now and then his tongue caresses my finger. I shiver.

“Get on top of her,” Maart whispers, his mouth right up next to my ear. “Get inside her. I want to feel you, Cort. I want to feel your dick inside her.”

I want it too.

I continue kissing Anya as Maart lifts her knees up to her breasts and then I straddle their bodies. Rainer has my cock in his hand, squeezing it, sliding his huge palm up and down my thick shaft. Then he places me at the entrance of her wet pussy and I slide right in.

She moans. And it’s not even soft.

But I moan too. And so does Maart. Rainer is standing on the couch now, his dick in his hand as he eases it