Page 25 of All We Want

The sound of her breathy moans and cries is like a sweet melody. My arousal surges as I listen to her, the sounds painting a vivid picture of the scene unfolding.

In my mind, I can almost see the intoxicating color bloom across her skin from the strikes I know Declan would be landing. I can imagine the look of pleasure mingling with the small twitches of pain as she rides that thin line between the two.

As I stroke myself, the mental images meld with the captivating sounds, creating an intoxicating blend of desire.

With her cries getting louder, I know that Ro would also be awake by now, but he wouldn’t be satisfied with simply letting his imagination create the scene for him. He would already have the security footage open on his cell and be watching the scene play out live. I could do the same if I wanted, but I’d prefer to let my mind take over, that way I could even place myself into the moment.

In my mind, the room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across Scarlette's flushed skin. The city lights act like the Christmas lights that she loves so much as they glimmer and change with each passing second. One moment highlighting the red marks across her perfect ass and the next reflecting off the glittering sheen of sweat on her skin.

As I continue to stroke myself, my hand tightening and twisting along my length, the mental images intensify. Scarlette's breathless moans and cries became a soundtrack to the vivid scenes playing out in my imagination.

I can tell by the rhythmic sound of slapping skin that Dec is now fucking her. I envision the arch of her back, the slight tremble in her limbs, and the raw, unfiltered pleasure etched across her face.

Pleasure winds its way through my body. My hand strokes my cock in time with the harsh sound of skin on skin as I imagine my own cock thrusting inside her beautiful body.

In my mind's eye, she could be riding Dec’s cock, that glorious ass moving and rippling with each of his thrusts. I could push her forward onto him, and spread her beautiful cheeks to expose her tight hole. I would spit directly on her puckered flesh and use it as lube to push my fingers inside of her, stretching her out and preparing her for my cock.

I could almost feel the tight grip of her ass as I imagined pushing my cock into her slowly, her tight muscles gripping me.

My hand tightens hard on my length, the moans and cries in my imagination matching those that Dec is dragging from her wherever they are. The rhythm of the sounds speeds up, and my hand moves to match the pace.

The sounds she would make between us would be the sweetest. she would arch, and I would use her tits to anchor her so we could pound into her tight, wet body. I could be surpassed only by the sound of her choking on one of our cocks if we were to all take her together.

Pleasure sings through me at the thought, the tingling at the base of my spine forecasting my climax that I feel rapidly approaching. I hear her shatter at the same time as my balls draw up and the pleasure hits me like a train. I groan loudly as my hand continues to pull hard on my cock and ropes of cum land on my stomach.

As the orgasm subsides, I get up and move toward my ensuite. Now we have her, and she is where she belongs All I want is to spend forever enjoying her, both her mind and her body.

Chapter 21

Scarlette

I’m treated to a full Irish breakfast. Declan practically carried me into his bedroom, and wrapped himself around me after we finished last night.but I woke to an empty bed and the smells and sounds of cooking.

As I entered the kitchen, the brothers were already gathered, each one engrossed in their own morning routine. Aiden, sporting a knowing smirk, glances up from the stove. "Well, look who decided to join the land of the living," he remarks, a playful glint in his eyes.

With breakfast served, we gather around the table, sharing laughter and discussing our plans for the day, which is mainly work and meetings. The easy camaraderie among the brothers makes me feel like I was part of a tight-knit family, a sensation that both thrills and comforts me. They include me in all of the discussions and it feels natural to be there with them.

They all seemed to enjoy the noises I made in appreciation as I practically inhaled the food. So much so that Ronan snuck into my shower when I went to get ready for work and fucked me hard against the glass in a scene reminiscent of how Declan took me the night before. Only Ronan went that one step further and shoved the fingers of one hand inside my mouth as he wrapped his other hand around my throat, cutting off my air.

I wouldn’t have thought that with the amount of orgasms they had wrung out of me over the last twenty four hours that I could cum as hard as I did. The explosion of pleasure almost brought me to my knees inside of the shower.

Now I’m applying a coat of ruby red lipstick to match the silk shirt I have tucked into my skirt. Slipping my feet into my black stilettos, I walk out of my temporary room and back toward the living area.

As I enter the living room, Aiden is the only one present, his eyes lighting up as he catches sight of me. He approaches with a playful smile, his gaze lingering on the crimson hue of my lipstick. Without a word, he pulls me into a gentle yet teasing kiss, leaving me momentarily breathless and thankful for smudge proof lipstick.

"Hey, rós beag," Aiden greets, his voice a soft murmur against my lips. "That lipstick be a dangerous weapon," he adds, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His fingers play along the skin at the edge of my skirt. "An dis reminds me of the last time I was in ya office. Had ya sitting on ya desk, if I recall correct. I showed great restraint not to fuck ya on it."

I couldn't help but blush at the memory, the encounter echoing in my mind.

Before I could respond, Declan joins us as he finishes buttoning up his shirt over the inked skin of his chest. A smile tugs at his lips as he takes in the scene. “Aid, ya be out of time, Scarlette needs to get ta work and doesn’a have the good fortune to live above her office.”

Chuckling, I step toward him, taking the tie from his hands and helping secure it around his neck before I use it to drag his lips to mine briefly. “Is it really good fortune when I used that to break in here?”

I’m already turning away from him when he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me back toward him. “Yes,” he growls at me as his mouth takes mine in a possessive kiss.

My body is buzzing, and I’m breathing hard by the time he releases me again. As I catch my breath, I manage to ask, "Where's Ronan?"

Aiden grins, his hands smoothing out my hair where Declan messed it up. "Ah, he already be downstairs. Had some early morning inductees he needed to train."

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