Page 43 of Ruthless Rebel

“Can you hear that, baby?” Lincoln asks, stroking his hand through Logan’s hair, until he can fist it at the nape, pulling back his head. “Hear how desperate he is for you, he wants to beg you, but he won’t.” There is still some contempt in Logan’s eyes as he looks up at Lincoln, but there is desire too, a need to please not just me, but him too. Yet before he can say anything, Lincoln commands, “Show him how perfect that mouth is, baby, show him exactly how good you are at sucking cock.”

Those words are the only warning I get before Logan leans forward and swirls his tongue across the head of my cock, lapping at the pre-cum already leaking there, before teasing it into my slit. My breaths start coming in faster as my entire body pulses with need, and I am so fucking aroused that I feel like I might pass out. He licks me with an expertise I have never felt, lapping my entire length with attention and drenching me in his spit, before sucking me deep into his mouth with a guttural groan like I am the best damn thing he has ever tasted.

Pleasure wracks every cell in me, with his mouth being the only thing I can focus on, yet I am still hyper aware of Lincoln beside us, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. Praise and encouragement falls from his mouth, and I wish I could push him to his knees right beside Logan, just to shut him up.

“That’s it, baby, suck him nice and deep, let him feel that pretty little throat close around his cock,” Lincoln groans, using the grip he still has on Logan’s hair to force him back and forth on my length, until I am struggling to catch my breath.

Logan gags on my cock, spit spilling from his mouth as he chokes and groans around me with no signs of stopping, even if Lincoln lets him.

My balls draw up, and when his free hand starts to play with them, I know I won’t last much longer, enjoying the feel of him more than I would ever admit. I move to let my head fall back, the sight of him on his knees before me becoming too much for me to bear, but as soon as my eyes fall shut, a firm hand closes around my throat, and they snap back open.

Lincoln is watching me intensely, his own breathing rough, but still he manages to grit, “Ah ah, keep your eyes on me, Dark Prince, I want to memorize the look on your face when you fall apart.”

Fuck, his words shouldn’t be so alluring, so arousing, but all I want to do is obey him, fulfill his every need until he praises me even more.

Logan pulls off my cock, licking his lips as he stares up at us both, his hand using his salvia to jerk me off as he grunts, “I’m so fucking hard for you, Ash, I can’t wait to taste your cum on my tongue.”

Only then does Lincoln look down at him, jealousy and desire darkening his stare as he purrs, “Don’t worry, baby, he’s going to paint the back of your throat with his cum until it’s spilling from these lips.” His thumb brushes roughly over his mouth, his other hand tightening around my throat at the sight of Logan at our feet, and I know he is just as aroused as I am.

No more encouragement is needed as Logan leans forward and sucks me back into his mouth, making me shudder. My hands come up to rest on the bar at my back, closing around the edge just for the sake of something to hold onto. It’s either that or I sink my hands into his hair, and I’m afraid if I do that I might never let go. His free hand slips under my shirt to rest on my abs, and with his mouth around my cock, and Lincoln's hand around my throat, my entire body feels like it’s in sensory overdrive. I want them to stop, I should push them away, and let them just have each other, but the thought of doing that makes me feel something I can’t put into words.

Logan takes my cock like it was made for him, as he bobs down until his nose teases against my groin, before pulling back and licking my crown. Over and over he moves, alternating between licking and sucking, until my cock is is drenched, and my orgasm threatens to tear me apart.

I try to stay in control, try to not lose myself to them, but I think it might be too late, especially with Lincoln watching me like he has never seen me before.

“Look at him, baby,” he starts, his attention on me, but his words meant only for Logan. “Look at what your mouth is doing to him. He’s trying to hold back, he’s trying to pretend like seeing you on your knees for him doesn’t ruin him, like your mouth on his cock isn’t the best fucking thing he has ever felt in his life.”

Logan’s eyes meet mine, his mouth filled with my cock, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life, but it’s the feel of his throat closing around my crown that undoes me completely.

I moan, long and loud, my hips taking on a life of their own as I start pumping into his mouth and chasing that unfamiliar high.

“That’s it, Dark Prince, fuck his mouth for me, get it drenched in your cum, so I can taste it on his tongue.” He pairs his words with his fingers tightening even more around my throat, almost cutting off my air, and spurring me towards my orgasm even more. Yet it’s the black soullessness of his eyes that have me free falling over the edge and coming down Logan’s throat with a long groan.

“Fuck, Logan,” I splutter, making him moan around my cock, not faltering in his sucking for even a second, drawing every ounce of my release from me, until my legs feel like jelly.

“I can’t wait to hear you moan my name like that, Dark Prince,” Lincoln purrs, before releasing my throat and turning his attention to Logan. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow yet,” he tells him, slowly using his hold on him to slide him off my cock, letting it fall from his mouth with a plop. “Show it to me baby, I want to see your tongue covered in his cum.”

Logan obliges, opening his mouth and pushing out his tongue, which is drenched in my sticky release, making Lincoln groan. He pulls him to his feet and sucks his tongue into his mouth, tasting my cum from it, before he reaches down and palms Logan’s cock, making him gasp. I know they are about to fuck again, and as much as I want to see it, there is another part telling me to run, a part that sadly wins out.

Shoving my cock away I stumble from the bar. “I have to go,” I mumble, not letting myself meet their eyes.

“Ash, stay,” Logan starts, but Lincoln is already turning him around and pushing him against the bar.

“Ah ah, baby, you’ve had your fun, but now it’s time for your punishment,” he tells him, and I cringe a little.

“For sucking his cock?” Logan asks in surprise, and I pray he doesn’t have regrets, not when I have enough for the both of us.

“No, for letting those girls touch you,” Lincoln snaps, bending him over, and ripping down his pants, teasing his ass with his fingers.

“I’m still angry at you,” Logan forces out on a deep exhale, but all it does is make Lincoln smile.

“That’s okay, baby, you can hate me while I fuck you nice and hard, and remind you exactly who you belong to.” His movements are rough and rushed, like he is desperate to be inside of him, a feeling I am starting to understand, yet still I fall back.

The two of them have something already and I have no idea how I would even fit into it, or if I want to. Who am I kidding? That orgasm was the best fucking pleasure I have ever felt in my life, yet my legs still carry me out the door, away from them.

Only when I am back in my room am I able to breathe again, but I can’t help but feel like I left a part of myself in the bar with the two of them and I’m not sure I ever want it back.

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