Page 147 of Demise

Maryia giggles softly before sniffing back the next tears as my father comes up to us, my mother on his arm.

“Oh, would you just look at you two,” she beams. “The couple of the decade!”

I nod my head but don’t turn on the charm for them. They know where I stand among all this.

“Thank you for the wonderful party, Mrs. Walcott. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure, darling, and please, call me Alison.”

Maryia nods graciously and my eyes can’t help but drift away from present company. Skyla and Asher are currently slow dancing, spinning around and around in the room, smiling like a couple of lovesick fools. I can’t help but feel envious, feel left out. No offense to Maryia, but I don’t belong over here, I belong over there, with them.

“Excuse me a moment,” I say, slipping past my parents as I make my way over to Skyla and Asher.

As soon as the song ends and the crowd claps, I whisper into Asher’s ear.

“Coat closet off the mud room, now.”

He turns to me as I head towards the back of the house. I can feel Asher a few steps behind me and Skyla a few behind him. I don’t make eye contact with anyone as I weave through the crowd, casually separating myself from this God awful party before I reach the closet. Opening the door, I step inside as Asher and Skyla follow me in.

As soon as the door is shut and we are plunged into darkness, it’s like an unspoken agreement is set into motion. Instantly, my mouth is on someone’s. It takes me only half a second to recognize it as Skyla’s. I feel Asher kissing up and down my neck as Skyla’s hands move across my chest and down to my pants. Pulling my head from hers, I move to Asher, our tongues tangling as he cups my face and bites down on my bottom lip. He bites so hard I taste blood, but his tongue is quick to lick it away, groaning as he does.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I do not fucking like that bitch all over you.”

“Hey,” Skyla chastises. “Maryia is nice and she’s not all over him. She’s playing the part.”

Asher scoffs. “Why the fuck am I the only one not okay with someone else marrying our boyfriend?”

I grin at that, though no one can see me. I love it when he calls me that.

“I mean, to be fair, the two people I love married each other. Imagine how left out I feel?” I pout.

“Aw, you feel left out?” Asher teases. “Sky, how do you think we could make our boy feel included?”

I hear her soft chuckle, and I feel her hands on my pants, dragging them down to my ankles before a warm mouth wraps around my cock.

“Fuck,” I sigh as I rest my head on Asher’s shoulder.

He practically has to hold me up as I turn to complete Jell-O at the mercy of Skyla’s mouth.

“There you go.” Asher soothes. “Relax for us, let us take care of you.”

His hand runs a trail down my back, squeezing my ass before forcing a finger inside me. I cringe with the lack of lube before he slips inside and all I feel is pleasure.

“You like that?” Asher asks, nipping at my earlobe as he does.

“Uh, huh,” I moan.

“How is our girl doing? She taking care of you?”

“Fuck yes,” I pant as I thrust against Skyla and Asher.

She hums around me before releasing me with a pop and standing up. I hear some rustling of clothes before Asher removes his finger, pushing me into Skyla.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she says, her voice soft and breathy.

“Shit, don’t have to ask me twice,” I say as I lift Skyla’s already bare leg. I feel around to notice that her dress is bunched up around her waist. Such a good girl for me.

My cock finds her wet cunt instantly and it’s all too easy to slip inside.

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