Page 37 of The Devil's Daughter

I glance at the screen and am transfixed by Elle riding my brother reverse cowgirl. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, and her sweet moans are coming through the speakers. I can’t see much of Baz—just his legs and his hands, the latter of which grip her hips to control her rhythm as he jacks up into her, balls bouncing and glistening with her juices.

Drake drops his hands to my balls and squeezes gently, eliciting an involuntary grunt from me.

“No, if we do this, we’re both doing it,” I say. “Sucking each other off, I mean.”

“I’m good with that. I just didn’t want to rush you.” He smirks at me, then crawls across the middle of the bed, propping himself on an elbow.

I give one more look to Elle—who is so absorbed in fucking Baz, it’s mesmerizing—then I strip off my shorts and kick them to the floor. I lie down on my side in the opposite direction, until I’m facing Drake’s hips and his impressive shaft.

He smells of clean, honest sweat—a little musky but not unpleasant. My heart is pounding, because despite all the gay porn I’ve watched, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing. I know what I would like, so I reach for his dick, give him a tug, then open my mouth and suck his head between my lips. His skin is salty and silky-smooth, a tangy flavor hitting my tongue when I tease it into the crease at his tip.

He lets out a grunt and I take him deeper, lying down a little and grabbing his hips with one hand, pulling him, urging him closer. I like the way he tastes, so I suck harder, gliding my lips back up his shaft until his tip pops out. I glance down my body at him and find him staring at me in wonder.

“You sure this is your first time?”

I shrug. “Was that good?”

“Phenomenal. Don’t stop.”

Grinning, I return my attention to his dick and take him in my mouth again. This time, I slide my other arm beneath his hip so I can grab both ass cheeks and pull him tight while I bob my head on his cock.

He sinks his teeth into my thigh with a groan, then nuzzles my balls, sucking them into his mouth one at a time before working his lips up the underside of my shaft. Not that I needed foreplay, but it feels fucking amazing, and is even more amazing when he finally wraps his mouth around me and starts sucking my dick for real.

When he raises his leg and rests his knee on my shoulder, I realize I can see the TV from this angle. Elle’s eyes are wide, and when they meet mine, she moans.

“Oh, fuck. Ben, that is so hot.”

For a second I think she’s talking to my brother and got us confused, but then she says. “He tastes good, doesn’t he? I bet he tastes good.”

I know we’re muted, so I don’t answer, but I’m pretty sure she sees the agreement in my eyes as I speed up.

Drake pops his mouth off my dick and says, “It sounds like she’s enjoying the show too.”

I make a muffled sound of agreement. She’s enjoying the fuck out of it. Goddamn, even after our adventure a few nights ago, I’m still astounded at what a wildcat the normally buttoned-up, studious Elle Santos has turned into. I always knew she was a passionate woman, but her passion has always been focused on school or her career to the point I liked to rib her about never having any fun.

Baz often corrected me, telling me I should have more respect for her desire to rise in the world. It wasn’t that I didn’t respect her; I just wanted to see what she was like if she loosened up a bit. Of course, one of her more admirable qualities is that she always knows what she wants and is pretty damn single-minded about going after it. Evidently she’s decided she wantsus,and I shouldn’t be surprised that all three of us are powerless against her desire.

Watching her bright eyes watch me, I want to one-up myself. I slide my mouth off Drake’s dick and stretch to reach his balls, sucking on each one and enjoying the way his hips tilt toward me and he moans around my dick. Then I put two fingers in my mouth to wet them, spread his ass for the camera, and press my fingers to his tight, puckered hole.

I watch Elle while I wiggle a finger just past his barrier. Drake speeds up his rhythm, and it’s all I can do to stay focused. Then he releases my dick again, panting.

“Jesus, don’t fucking tease me, man.”

“Just giving her a show.”

“Seriously? She likes watching you stick a finger in my ass?”

“She looks like she’s about to come.”

He reaches back and grabs my hand from between his ass cheeks, then sits up. “I’m going to have to take a raincheck on the ass-play. I’m not missing this.”

“You’re going to leave me hanging?” I ask when he sits up, dark hair tousled, and settles on the end of the bed again, watching Elle. Baz is sitting up behind her now, hands cupping her breasts, mouth at her ear. His eyes are closed, which is understandable. I can’t imagine he’s into watching me fool around with another dude. It’d be weird if he got off on it.

“Nooo,” Elle whines. “You guys stopped. Don’t you want to fuck like we are?”

Drake grabs the remote and unmutes us. “Is that what you want to see? You want me to sit on Ben’s dick? Take him deep in my ass? You liked watching him stick his finger in me, didn’t you, filthy girl?”

I stare at Drake, shocked by the suggestion that he’d let me fuck him.

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