Page 23 of Sweet Anarchy

Asher scowls at him, running his hand down my body to feel between my legs. His finger slides over my slit, feeling that I am, indeed, wet.

"Bastard," he breathes out.

I rest my hand on Asher's chest. "Don't be mad at him. He just didn't want me to be alone."

"Sure. I'm definitely convinced that that's the whole reason."

Asher scoffs under his breath, using his big hands to roll me around one-eighty so I'm facing Zayn. I look at Zayn concerned, worried that Asher is giving me the cold shoulder, until he lifts my leg up and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

"Asher," I say in a slight panic, turning my neck to look over my shoulder. I don't get very far as Zayn stops me, pulling my face back towards him and kissing my lips to silence me.

At the same time, Asher slips inside me, his hard length filling me. I gasp into Zayn's mouth, my fingers digging into his chest.

"We have to be quiet, remember?" Zayn mutters against my lips before kissing me again.

A non-verbal sound gets caught in my throat as I try to argue, words lost as Asher slowly rolls his hips into me. His cock slides in and out of my already wet pussy as his hand holds my waist for support.

Asher presses kisses to the top of my back, little wisps of breathy exhales making my skin shiver.

Zayn's hand slips down to my legs, his fingers curling against my clit as he strokes me slowly to match his brother's pace. I do my best to stay as quiet as possible, but it's difficult. Zayn captures the sounds with his mouth, his kisses getting more aggressive as he circles and pinches my clit.

I let out a gasp as Asher reaches over my shoulder, grabbing the front of my throat and forcing my head back as his fingers press against the sides.

"Is your shoulder okay?" he asks against my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.

I nod slightly, pressed between the two of them. I can't feel anything right now except Asher's cock and their hands and their mouths.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," I moan against Zayn's lips.

"Then be a fucking good little girl and come for us," he says, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

Asher hears my words, hitting me deeper as he starts moving faster behind me. His fingers grip my waist so tight that it sends me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me.

Zayn fists my hair, holding my head tight as he swallows my moans. When I start to quiet down, he pulls back slightly.

"Now, it's Asher's turn to come. Do you want to ride him?"

I nod and Asher groans behind me, slowing down to pull out of me. Zayn grabs me, pulling my body against his as Asher lays on his back.

There's hands touching me everywhere, setting every nerve on fire. The darkness is making my head spin, but Zayn holds my hips, lifting me to position my body over Asher's.

I lean down, gripping Asher's cock in my hand as I line him up, sinking down on him. Asher hisses, his hips pivoting upwards as I do so.

I roll my hips back and forth, using my hands to steady myself on Asher's chest. I lock eyes with Zayn, mesmerized as he lays on the other side of the bed, lazily on his side, stroking his cock through his boxers.

"What about you?" I ask, feeling bad that he's missing out.

He grins at me. "I'm fine watching you here. Don't worry though – one day soon I'm going to take your ass while you're in this position."

My pussy clenches around Asher at his words, making him growl.

"Fuck," Asher groans, grabbing my hips and thrusting upwards into me hard and fast.

I cry out, my body bouncing as he takes control, pounding into me.

"Ssh, Ry… not so loud," Zayn laughs, teasing but looking like he's proud and hoping that we'll be heard.

I'm too far gone to care right now, my body wrapped around Asher as he spears into me.

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