Page 52 of Illusionist
“I'm not—” Teddy starts, but Nova's hand cups him through his boxers, and the words die in his throat.
“You're not what? Not hard? Not wanting this?” She squeezes gently, and he groans. “Your body tells a different story.”
I watch his face as she tortures him with featherlight touches. The conflict there is beautiful—desire warring with his sense of right and wrong, his training battling against his need.
“Here's what I think,” I say, moving behind him. My hands settle on his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there. “I think Agent Coleman here has been watching us. Following us. Getting off on our shows.”
Teddy's head lolls, and I feel him trembling. “You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't I?” I lean closer, my lips brushing his temple. “Tell me you haven't thought about what it would feel like to be between us. To have Nova's mouth on you while I hold you down.”
Nova's hand slides inside his boxers, and Teddy's hips buck involuntarily. “He's leaking,” she observes. “Poor thing. How long has it been since someone touched you like this?”
“I won't—” Teddy gasps as she strokes him properly. “I won't tell you anything.”
“We're not asking you to.” I grip his hair, tilting his head back to meet my eyes. “We're just going to play with you for a while. See how much you can take before you break.”
Nova withdraws her hand, and Teddy actually whimpers at the loss. She brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting him, and his eyes go dark with want.
“Sweet,” she murmurs. “I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
“Please,” Teddy breathes, and I'm not sure if he's begging us to stop or continue.
“Please what?” I ask, my grip on his hair tightening. “Please let you come? Please put you out of your misery?”
Nova hooks her fingers in the waistband of his boxers. “Or maybe you want us to strip these off? Give us better access?”
Teddy's entire body is shaking now, caught between shame and desperate need. “I don't understand what's happening to me.”
“That's the point.” I release his hair and move around to face him again. “You came here thinking you were the hunter. Turns out you're just a pretty thing for us to break.”
Nova tugs his boxers down just enough to free his cock, and Teddy hisses at the cool air. He's bigger than I expected, flushed and weeping at the tip.
“Look at that,” I say admiringly. “All for us?”
“Both of you,” Teddy admits in a broken whisper. “Fuck, what's wrong with me?”
“Nothing's wrong with you.” Nova wraps her hand around him again, her grip just shy of what he needs. “You're just being honest about what you want.”
I watch her work him with a sensual cruelty—bringing him to the edge only to pull back, leaving him gasping and desperate. His eyes never leave mine, as if he's seeking permission or absolution for what his body craves.
“You know what I think?” I crouch down again, close enough that our faces are inches apart. “I think you've been dreaming about this. About us using you however we want.”
Teddy's breathing is ragged now, his hips trying to thrust into Nova's grip. “Yes,” he gasps. “God, yes.”
“Then why don't you ask nicely?” I suggest, my voice silk over steel. “Beg us to let you come.”
The war in his eyes intensifies, but his need wins out. “Please. I need—I can't?—”
“You can't what?” Nova's thumb circles his tip, and he nearly sobs.
“I can't take anymore. Please, just—please let me come.”
I exchange a look with Nova over his head. She grins, wicked and sharp.
“No,” we say in perfect unison.
Teddy's eyes fly wide as Nova releases him completely, leaving him throbbing and desperate. The sound he makes is pure anguish.
