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He never stops thrusting into Skyla, but his eyes also never leave mine. Carefully, his fingers move to my belt, slowly undoing it. My heart is beating out of my chest, every fiber of my being extremely on edge. Still, though, I don’t stop him. I tell myself it’s because Skyla loves it, and I hold onto that reasoning tight enough to allow me to be okay with what comes next.

Once he has my belt undone and my jeans unbuttoned, his hand slips inside my boxers, gripping my cock. His hand is sowarm, so firm. I throb into his hand as I bite back a groan when he begins stroking me. His blue eyes are so intense, filled with so much want. It fills me with warring feelings that I don’t know how to process. Thankfully, I don’t have to before Skyla is speaking.

“Are you touching him?” she whispers before letting out a moan that is way too loud.

I smack my hand over her mouth, keeping her muffled as Wesley begins fucking her faster. He jerks my cock a little faster too, and I find my hips slowly thrusting with him.

“Fuck,” he grumbles low. “You feel so good,” he says, his eyes on Skyla before they come to me. “Both of you.”

That pulls another moan out of Skyla that my hand helps keep quiet. Wesley stares at me so intently, I don’t know how to look away. He tugs me closer and closer until our chests are practically touching, a private little triangle formed between us. I drop my hand from Skyla’s mouth, and he leans forward, making out with her for several seconds before turning to me with ragged breaths.

“Kiss me?” he asks.

My stomach flips at that request, and I hesitate. My eyes drop to his lips, lips I have tasted before. Once. There were a lot of things that happened in that shack that I never thought would. A lot of things I swore to myself were just in the heat of the moment and would never happen again. Now he’s here, asking me to break one of those rules, and for a moment, fuck me, I consider it.

His pink lips are wet and plump, small teeth indents from Skyla on his lower lip that makes them all the more enticing. A kiss, though…it feels too personal, too exposing. My best friend has sucked me off for years, and things have never been weird. It’s been a pleasure thing, a release, and he sucks cock better than any woman I’ve ever met, so that didn’t hurt.

Wesley seems to be able to read my mind, or at least able to tell the minute I decide I won’t be kissing him. So, he turns away, his hand falling away from my cock as he cups Skyla’s face. My cock twitches at the loss of contact, every instinct in me screaming to grab my cock and start jerking it while I watch them. How could I not? They are so fucking hot together.

Luckily, I don’t have to. Wesley falls over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him surprisingly silent as he pumps in and out of Skyla. As soon as he’s finished, he pulls out of her, stepping to the side to make room for me. Gladly.

“Hi, baby,” I smile as I grab my cock, lining it up to her wet pussy.

“Hi.” She smiles when I push inside, her face twisting up with pleasure as I rest my head onto her shoulder, biting down because, goddamn, she feels so good.

She’s so tight, so wet, and it’s even more of a turn on to know that it’s not just her that’s all wet but Wesley’s cum. Every thrust pushes it deeper and deeper into her, and something about that spurs me on.

“There you go, Ro,” Wesley encourages softly. “Fuck my cum deep into our girl. Get her nice and pregnant for us.”

I grumble at his words, snapping my hips aggressively as I do.

“S-so good,” Skyla moans. “A-almost…t-there.”

“Need a little push over the edge?” Wesley asks before lowering to his knees.

Skyla and I both watch him curiously before we feel him. For a moment, my vision spots, and I black out. That’s the only way to describe what it feels like to have Wesley’s mouth attached to where I’m fucking Skyla. His tongue swirls over her clit before coming down to meet my cock. I intentionally slow my thrusts, looking down as I watch Wesley’s tongue drag along the side of my cock. He opens his eyes as I thrust back inside her, giving me a quick wink that has a new passion taking over me.

“More,” Skyla begs, to which Wesley happily obliges.

His tongue begins flicking against her, devouring her whole while I fuck her raw. His tongue even slides along my cock, pushing into her at the same time I do. It forces my movements to stutter, and I close my eyes, cursing under my breath as he does.

I feel Skyla’s pussy begin to tremble and I’m right there with her. My pace becomes urgent as I push inside her before the wave of my orgasm hits us together. I feel my cum begin to coat the inside of her walls, and Wesley is right there, practically feral as he tries to lick inside her. Like he’s desperate for a taste.

Before I can think about it, I pull my cock out of her early, turning and shoving it down Wesley’s throat. His eyes open in surprise as a rope of my cum splashes against his tongue. He closes his mouth around me, bobbing his head as he draws out the last of my orgasm. My hand comes down, digging into his hair because fuck, I want to keep his mouth on me forever.

He has other plans, though. As fast as he took me, he releases me, turning his attention to Skyla as he latches his mouth onto her pussy. His tongue swirls and licks through her, like he’s desperate for the taste. Her, him and me mixed together into a combination that sounds like the best thing he’s ever tasted, if his moans are anything to go off.

When he pulls away, he looks up at us from his knees, a small dribble of cum falling down his chin. Instinctively, I reach out, gathering it with my thumb before pushing my thumb into his mouth. His mouth parts in surprise, but he closes around me, his tongue swirling around my digit in a way that already has my cock hardening.

“Good boy,” I growl.

Chapter Thirty Three

Skyla

“Stupid motherfucking piece of shit,” Asher grumbles as he tries and fails to wrestle with the balloon arch.

I glance across the kitchen at him, shaking my head as I finish Liam’s five tiered cake. Each layer is a different flavor, per his request. We have streamers, confetti cannons and a huge balloon archway. At least, we will if Asher ever finishes assembling it.

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