Page 54 of Descent

He shakes his head against my neck before looking at me, his grip on me firm.

“We’re all into it, baby, because it’s you. You’re the sexiest fucking woman on the planet, and watching you be worshipped by the others is like my own tailor fitted porn.”

“I like that,” I say softly. “I like that you’re into it, not that you just put up with it.”

Ronan shakes his head again.

“Wesley would be into it too, if that’s something you ever wanted to explore.”

My mouth opens, but I don’t know how to respond. Thankfully, I don’t have to because Liam walks in with arms filled with bags of food. I take the very graciously gifted out to move away from Ronan, helping Liam with the bags before unpacking all the food. I still feel Ronan’s eyes trained on me, but I do my best to ignore it, smiling up at Liam as if everything is fine when, in fact, there is very little in my life that could be described as fine.

Chapter Twenty Two

Liam

Once the house was officially pimped out, Ronan had to get back to his brother’s house, something about an update on the other legacies. I don’t know how the fuck he can even be in the same room as Christopher after what he did to Skyla and Asher. I’m thankful I haven’t had to, but I know the time is coming, and soon.

Vincent also had to get back to his meeting, that he literally ran out on when Asher called him in a panic. Wesley surprisingly stuck around, making up excuses of double and triple checking all the bars we installed on the outside of all the windows and doors. Though, not that surprising as his eyes tracked to Skyla’s every other second, when he thought nobody was looking. Asher and I were always looking though, the whole time.

Eventually, he ran out of excuses for being here and left as well. It was just Asher, Skyla, and me. We’re sitting on the couch downstairs, Skyla watching some comfort TV show while Asher and I play blackjack. He’s all pissy right now because I’m banker, and he’s on his last dollar bill.

He throws it down aggressively just as I flip over a king and an ace. Goddamn, beautiful. Can a pair of cards get any prettier than that?

Asher, being the sore loser he is, kicks at the table, pouring himself a drink from the scotch bottle before grumbling in his seat. I chuckle at his sour mood, pocketing all his cash before pouring myself a glass. I lift it to my mouth, tipping it back when I notice Skyla staring at me.

“What does that taste like?”

“Fire,” Asher grouches.

I reach around Skyla, smacking Asher in the back of the head.

“Stop being a pouty bitch. Our girl wants to know what scotch tastes like. I think it’s only polite we give her a taste.”

“Oh, I don’t want a glass. I was just curious.”

I smirk at her.

“Who said anything about a glass, babygirl?”

Curiosity sparks in those beautiful green eyes before I sit up, facing her fully. My hand comes up to cup her cheeks, squeezing slightly.

“Open.”

She does as I say, excitement flaring to life in those irises, while I lift my glass to my mouth with my other hand, taking a small sip before setting it down.

The alcohol burns, but I can’t help but drag this moment out for a little longer before I spit it into her waiting mouth. Surprise flashes across her face, and she quickly swallows it down before coughing. My eyes meet Asher’s over her head; his pupils dilated, face drenched in lust as I nod to him and release Skyla’s cheeks.

Before she has a moment to say anything, Asher lifts the bottle to his mouth, taking a larger pull than I did before yanking her jaw to face him, spitting the contents into her mouth and down her throat. She swallows roughly before Asher smashes his lipsto hers, his tongue clearly chasing the taste down. My cock immediately hardens at the sight. Goddamnit, I wish I would have done that.

They are so lust drunk they practically fall into my lap, the back of Skyla’s head inches from my cock as Asher covers her body with his. I watch in rapt fascination as they devour each other in front of me. I run my fingers through Skyla’s hair, before dragging my fingertips down her cheek and over her chest. Her eyes open, making eye contact with me as she pulls away from Asher.

He breathes heavily like he just came up for air as she sits up, arching her neck to meet my mouth as I close the distance between us. Her pillowy lips are like heaven against mine, soft and smooth. My tongue strokes against hers as my hand cups the front of her throat when I feel her body being tugged away from me.

Asher, the greedy little fucker, literally drags her out of my lap, yanks down her leggings, and begins eating her pussy. I’d be pissed off if I didn’t love where this is going. Skyla moans at the feeling, before wrapping her legs around Asher’s neck like a goddamn succubus ready to consume him whole. I don’t think he’d be all that mad about it, considering the hot as fuck groans coming from him as well.

I pull my cock out of my pants, spitting into my hand before dragging it up and down my length as I watch them. Skyla’s hands dig into Asher’s hair, her hips lifting to grind against his face as I slowly pick up my pace. Asher’s hand slips between her thigh, a finger or two slipping inside her if her gasp is anything to go off of.

My cock jerks in reaction, and I groan as my hand moves faster. Asher’s eyes fly open, coming directly to me as they do. I won’t even pretend that when my cock jerks again, it has nothing to do with Asher’s eyes on me. Sure, he’s my best friendand he’s very obviously straight, but it doesn’t mean I don’t find him attractive. In fact, he’s hot as fuck, and having him watch me stroke my cock while he’s eating my girl’s pussy, yeah, I’m fucking turned on.

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