Page 17 of Bells

He sobbed for a moment before he finally sputtered out, “You.”

I froze for a moment before I released him. He fell to a knee, his dick out and hard, much to my disgust. I thought it had gone limp when I’d attacked him.

“That wasn’t so hard,” Asylum proclaimed before his blue eyes darted to Danny’s hard dick. He cocked his head. “Or maybe it was.”

He let out a cackle as I balled my hands into fists. Asylum had a way of knowing things. We always figured it was just him getting lucky or knowing how to read people. God knew he spent enough time watching everyone.

“Get the fuck out of here. If I catch you doing that shit again. . .” I didn’t even know what the hell to say. The guy disgusted me.

Danny was on his feet, trying to hitch his pants up as he ran off, without a look behind him. I rounded on Asylum.

“How did you know?”

He shrugged and pushed off the brick wall. “Danny is a sex fiend. And you’re pretty. Made sense.”

I sighed. “What do you want? I know you weren’t lurking in a dark corner hoping to get a look at Linley’s cock.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. Definitely not my type. I like pretty, dead girls with colorful eyes,” he mused, stepping around me. “Anyway, I did want to talk to you. Your girlfriend.”

“What about her?” I was already on edge.

“Do be careful. It’s the pretty ones that can drive us insane.”

“Really? That’s what you wanted to talk about?” I scoffed. “Listen, you fucking crack pot, I don’t need your shit, OK? Bells and I are good.”

“Are you?” He cocked his head. “Pay attention, Sinclair. Her demons fight yours.”

“Whatever. Just. . . fuck off.” I turned to walk away but hadn’t made it very far when he called out to me.

“You say you love her. You’re prepared to do anything for her. But consider your hatred and the road that could lead you down.”

“I’m used to rough roads,” I muttered, leaving him in the shadows, not knowing or giving a shit how he knew my feelings or why he felt the need to make his thoughts known.

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Bells’s headbobbed up and down on my cock. I twisted my fingers in her hair and breathed out. It wasn’t the best blow job in the world, but my dick was getting sucked, so that counted as fantastic. Bells didn’t like to suck cock. She did it, but it always felt half-assed. Today was no exception. She loved to get her pussy eaten though and I’d promised I would if she sucked me off.

I let my head fall back against the couch cushion in the living room as she sucked me. I moved her head faster on my cock, hoping to drive her deeper. She liked to keep it shallow on me which contributed to the poor performance.

It was fine though. I wanted to come, so I breathed out and focused on the heat of her mouth on my dick. Within moments, I was unloading into her mouth.

She took it all and pulled off me before she spit it onto my abdomen.

“What the fuck?” I looked from the mess on my abs to her face. She gave me a smile and shrugged before getting to her feet and pushing her panties off beneath her uniform skirt.

Sighing and irritated, I got to my feet and went to the bathroom and cleaned up. She always did that shit. Never swallowed me even though I always swallowed her. Annoyed, I went back out to find her on the leather couch with her legs spread, her finger sweeping up her heat.

Immediately, my annoyance disappeared. She had a way of doing that. Driving me nuts only to bring me back to my knees for her.

And so there I was, on my knees, staring at her glistening pussy.

“Are you hungry?” she asked softly.

I licked my lips and nodded.

She let out a soft, sexy laugh. “Then eat me, Sinclair. It’s my turn to come in your mouth.”

“I can’t. Let’s go to my room. The guys could come in—”

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