Page 49 of Descent

I feel Vincent tense first as he follows, shortly before Ronan does as well, his warm cum coating my tongue as he fucks it further down my throat. I swallow him down quickly, before I look to see Liam and Asher stroking their cocks while sucking on my tits. I go to ask them if they are going to switch places with Vincent and Ronan, but before I can, they both pull away from my tits. They lean over me, both covering my stomach and chest with their cum. Holy shit. Talk about a brother bond.

They both collapse against the bed, and all that can be heard in the room is heavy breathing. Eventually, Ronan and Vincent both pull out of me as Liam stands and moves to the bathroom. He grabs a warm washcloth and begins cleaning up the mess they left behind.

When I’m all cleaned up, Asher helps me get dressed before settling me back into bed. Ronan brings over a plate of eggs, pancakes, and bacon before sitting beside me. Liam and Vincent grab their own plates, as well as Asher’s, before they take a seat at the foot of the bed. We all eat with very little words exchanged, the post orgasm high still heavily weighted over us all.

Jesus, I wouldn’t mind that kind of a wake-up call every morning from now on.

The next day, we all had different things to do. Ronan had to go help some of the other legacies, Vincent had to go report on his latest job, and Liam had to have lunch with his parents. Maggie ended up calling me, asking if I wanted to go to the mall to which I obviously accepted. Since Asher and I were out of school for a few weeks and with Thanksgiving break next week, we haven’t gotten to see each other much lately.

Asher is currently driving us back from the mall, the back of his Range Rover absolutely filled to the brim with bags. My father is good for one thing– that handy black card.

For a moment, Asher tried to pay for my things, until I reminded him that I wanted my father to see the outrageous credit card bill. That after everything he was a part of, the least he could do was buy me a few new outfits. Or ten, whatever.

I watch as he drives with one hand, his other intertwined with mine, resting on the center console as I turn in my seat to face Maggie. She watches us with a sly grin before speaking.

“I like you guys together. You’re a hot couple.”

Asher scoffs, but doesn’t say anything as I roll my eyes at her.

“Thanks, Mags. That’s what we were going for.”

She shrugs and laughs. Well, I don’t know what the requirements to enter your harem are! Judging by the current members, I’d guess it’s one of the base-level requirements.”

“The current members?” I ask with my brows raised and a shake of my head.

“Yeah. Hey, how do those members ‘members’ compare?”

“Jesus Christ,” Asher grumbles under his breath.

“What?” Maggie defends.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a lesbian?” Asher asks.

“Just because I like pussy doesn’t mean I can’t admire a fine penis. I’m queer, not blind.”

I can’t help but laugh. There is no way in hell I’m discussing my boyfriends’ penises with her, especially not in front of one of them.

“That’s why you guys were gone for those two weeks, huh? A little delayed honeymoon? Some good ole post-wedding boning?”

Asher and I tense at her words, not responding as I turn to face forward in the seat. I glance at Asher to see his shoulders are tight, his grip on the steering wheel practically punishing. I continue holding his hand with my right one as I reach over with my left, rubbing soft circles against his back in a spot where I know several scars reside.

They are healing well, but both of our backs will never be the same. Even with plastic surgery, it will always look…off. I’d still do it again if given the choice. I’d jump in front of a million whips for Asher, and I know he’d do the same for me, probably tenfold.

Maggie is smart enough to realize she’s struck a nerve and none of us speak for the rest of the ride back to our house. When we park, we move Maggie’s bags to her car before Asher and I carry all mine upstairs.

“So, have you guys gotten one of those ginormous Alaskan kings yet? Or a custom-made bed that goes from like wall to wall?” Maggie asks, as she trudges up the stairs behind us.

“No, why?” I laugh.

“Well, I’m just saying, five people in one bed sounds like a space issue. I’d want to be able to spread out during group playtime.”

Asher’s nose wrinkles at that. “Can you not call it that.”

“Fine, group fuck-sesh time. Better?” Maggie amends.

Asher rolls his eyes at her, giving me a look that screams, ‘are you sure you want to be friends with her?’. I smile and nod, wordlessly answering that even though I love him, I love Maggie too. She will not be going anywhere.

When we get to my room, I push the door open, moving over to the armchair in the corner. and dumping my bags onto it. I turn to take the bags from Asher when I pause. He’s still in the doorway, body frozen in place as he stares at my bed. My eyes follow his before a cold chill sets in. Oh my god.

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