Tarot Academy 4 - Sarah Piper Page 0,82

from the back of my throat.

“Stevie,” he breathes, his hips rocking, ab muscles flexing, his whole body T-minus five seconds from losing complete control. “Don’t stop,” he begs. “Please don’t stop. Goddess, yes. Fuck…”

Ani slides his hands into my hair, and I suck him in deep again, dragging my fingernails down his thighs, driving him to the absolute brink. I pull back once more, then go down hard, my tongue undulating against his cock, urging him to let it all go.

“Fuck! Stevie!” Ani bucks into my mouth, his body trembling, every bit of his pent-up desire finally exploding in a white-hot burst, slick and heavy as it slides down my throat.

I release him slowly, giving him a minute to catch his breath before I make my way back up, straddling him once again.

“Goddess, you’re amazing,” he says, eyes glazed with desire, heart beating wildly beneath my fingers.

“I really missed you,” I say, still not totally certain he’s real. But if this is a dream, I’m going to enjoy it for as long as I possibly can. “Really missed you.”

“And I really missed you too.” Keeping his caramel gaze locked on mine, Ani takes my hand and guides my fingers into his mouth, sucking them slowly, his hot, velvet tongue sending ripples of pleasure up my arm.

I let out a soft sigh, focusing on the warmth of his kiss, the pressure of his tongue, the heat pooling between my thighs.

Just when I think my body might burst into flames, he pulls my fingers free, then guides my hand down between my thighs.

Heat spreads across my cheeks, and I let out a nervous giggle. “Seriously?”

But Ani’s not laughing. He’s not even smiling.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers, eyes blazing, his cock growing impossibly hard between my thighs. “Show me what you like.”

“I… um… What?”

Normally I’m the first one to advocate for a little self-love—with or without battery-operated assistance—but I’ve never shared something like this with another person. The idea of it feels a lot like letting someone read your journal—intensely private, possibly mortifying.

Maybe even a little exhilarating.

Ani watches me, a red-hot dare flaming to life in his eyes.

I slide my fingers over my clit, unleashing a gasp from my lips.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Show me.”

Emboldened by his obvious excitement, I draw a slow circle, finding my rhythm.

Ani grips my thighs, shifting beneath me until he’s perfectly positioned at my entrance.

“Are you good with this?” he asks, and I nod, biting back a nervous smile. Heat sizzles in the air around us, a crescendo slowly building to an inferno as my fiery ginger takes control.

He slides inside me, slow and torturous, sinfully delicious. I close my eyes and whisper his name, rocking forward against my hand as I take him in deeper, then pull back, slowly sinking down on him once again, every thrust sending ripples of pleasure across my nerves.

“More,” he says, rocking his hips to a faster pace. “Goddess, I want more of you.”

I always figured my Sun Arcana would be fun and playful in bed, but this hot, demanding side of Ani is completely unexpected—and a total turn-on. With every word, every move, every touch he makes me feel more wild, more feverish.

I roll my hips and ride him harder, my fingers sliding faster over my clit, the dual sensations making me so hot, so wet.

Sliding his palms up my ribcage, Ani teases my nipples, eyes dark with desire. In a sexy, liquid voice I barely recognize as his, he says, “Is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone in your bed, fantasizing about your Arcana brothers? Fantasizing about sharing us?”

“Goddess, yes,” I breathe, the admission unlocking something inside me, bold and free and totally uninhibited.

“I know what my fantasy looks like,” he murmurs. “You’re lying on your side, letting Baz fuck your soft, sweet mouth while Kirin eats this gorgeous pussy, and I take you from behind.” He slides his hands down to my hips, then around my backside, fingers dipping down into forbidden territory with a light touch that has me desperate for more.

Another soft moan escapes my lips.

“Right here,” he whispers, gently teasing the backdoor entrance, a heady promise of future nights together, dark desires yet to be unlocked. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

“Ani,” I breathe, fire gathering between my thighs, pressure building at his every word.

“And what would the illustrious Dr. Devane say?” he teases. “Hmm. Would he join us, or would he stand back and touch himself, watching us with envy, still refusing to share as