Page 103 of Deceit

“Fuck yes,” Liam grits through clenched teeth. “You know I love it when you choke on me.”

His hips pull out before thrusting into me again and again. Ronan increases his efforts as I feel one of his hands slide between us, going to his cock where he begins stroking himself. Liam pulls back for a moment, forcing my head to the side as he pushes me back.

“Be a good girl and spit on Ronan’s cock, baby.”

I gather up all of the saliva in my mouth and spit onto Ronan’s tip, forcing him to groan in appreciation as his hand grips his cock tightly. I watch in fascination as he begins jerking his cock faster and faster, before Liam buries his fingers into my hair and drags me back to him.

“All the way, babygirl,” he says, as he pushes himself back down my throat.

Somehow we seem to find a rhythm that suits us all perfectly. Me sucking Liam while he face fucks me and Ronan eating my pussy while he strokes himself. All that can be heard is the sloppy sounds of Ronan and my mouths and Liam’s pleasure fueled moans.

I feel Liam’s cock begin to throb in my throat and that familiar building feeling in my lower stomach. One more swipe of Ronan’s tongue against my clit, and I’m a goner. I scream out my release, muffled by Liam’s cock stuffed in my mouth as my pussy spasms and pulses, leaking my release all over Ronan’s face. His tongue greedily laps up all I have to give him, and Liam lets out a savage curse as his cock swells, his hot cum running right down my throat.

I do my best to swallow it all, sucking him a little harder to get that much more out of him. I feel Ronan tense beneath me, his own muffled groan shaking the walls of the room as he finds his release.

We all attempt to catch our breaths as Liam slowly pulls away from me, caressing my jaw in a loving way, as he bends down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips before moving to the bathroom. The sound of the shower echoes through the room before Liam is back, shirt and pants now discarded as he offers me his hand.

Carefully, I climb off Ronan and watch as he pulls his clothes off with one hand as Liam offers him a washcloth. He dips his head in thanks, as he quickly cleans himself up before getting undressed as well.

“What are we doing now?” I ask as Liam does the zipper of my skirt, pulling it and my panties to the floor before guiding me to the bathroom.

All three of us step into the warm water, sandwiching me in the middle, with Liam in front of me and Ronan behind me. Liam’s hands rest on the small of my waist, while Ronan’s settle on my hips.

“Now,” Ronan says, “We worship you.”

Was what we did not worship? Because that’s what it felt like to me. Maybe I’m wrong, because when Liam’s mouthcaptures my own at the same time Ronan’s comes to my neck, I understand what the word truly means.

Together, their mouths and hands touch every inch of me, washing my hair and my body, turning my head back and forth to share kisses between the two. All I can do is keep myself upright at this point, they are handling everything else, turning me into a giant pile of pliable goo.

Once our shower is over, Liam dries me off while Ronan grabs my favorite pajamas for me. The boys just slide on their boxers, before Ronan climbs into my bed first, followed by me and then Liam. It’s not even close to nighttime, but that doesn’t stop me from crashing hard, cuddled between my boyfriends. God, I really should be ashamed of that statement, but ask me if I care.

I’m woken up by a loud pounding sound. I jolt awake at the same time as Ronan, while Liam, per usual, is dead to the world. In the next moment, Vincent blows into the room, pausing in his steps only for a moment before he shuts the door behind him.

The blankets are covering us, but it’s very easy to tell that we are naked under here. Vincent has basically seen me naked, but there is something in me that suddenly feels shy. I give him a nervous smile as he stares at me blankly.

My smile begins to fade, anger clearly etching into his features when he closes the distance between us, leaning over Liam to cup the back of my neck and bring his lips to mine. It’s a reassuring kiss, one that tells me he isn’t mad about what he walked into, at least I assume that’s what it means.

“They know about us, I take it?” Vincent asks, as he pulls back just an inch from my face.

“Yeah, we know. Welcome to the club. We’re gonna get t-shirts,” Liam yawns.

Vincent rolls his eyes, but doesn’t respond as he looks straight into my soul.

“We have a problem, Siren.”

I frown.

“What happened?” Ronan asks.

Vincent presses his lips against mine one more time, this time in a harsher way, one that almost feels like punishment before he takes a step back and stands up.

“I was just…mingling and overheard an interesting piece of information,” he says, as his eyes come to me before moving to Liam and Ronan. “Apparently, the ceremony of Asher and Skyla’s union has been moved up.”

“What?” Ronan asks, the single word as sharp as a dagger.

“October 31st is what I hear,” Vincent says to him before looking down at me again. “Care to elaborate on that, Siren?”

I grimace and nod my head.

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