Page 32 of Demise

“Turn around, babygirl. Slide those pants down and face Ash.”

She does as I say quickly, kicking off her shoes before sliding her leggings off and to the side of the car. I pull my cock out, grabbing her silk thong and yanking it to the side before I rub the head of my cock through her. She takes in a sharp inhale through her teeth, and I look over her shoulder to see Asher staring more often in the rearview mirror than the road.

“Eyes on the road, big boy,” I laugh as I sink myself into her.

We both let out simultaneous moans that has Asher whipping the car over to the shoulder. Horns honk and brakes screech across the road before the car is thrown into park, and Asher is spinning around in his seat. Skyla begins bouncing up and down on me, my hands cupping her tits as she does. My thumbs play with her nipples, rubbing and pulling on them when Asher steals the right one from me, pulling it into his mouth.

“Oh, my God,” Skyla moans.

“Yeah, suck on her titty, Ash. Help me make our girl feel good,” I encourage.

He moans around her, his hand reaching inside his pants to free his own cock. I watch with rapt attention as he begins stroking himself, his eyes closed as he licks and sucks Skyla. Goddamnit, they are so fucking hot. How did I get this lucky? To have Skyla is already a blessing from above, but to have them both? Luckiest bastard to ever live.

Just looking at Ash’s cock again has my mouth watering, remembering how good he tasted, how amazing it felt to be taken by him. For him to have a moment that was just for us. He couldn’t deny me then, just like he can’t now. He wants me, and I’ve wanted him for longer than I realized.

I really never thought I’d see the day. The lines were always so clear in my head. I was never interested in men romantically; then again, I wasn’t really interested in women romantically, either. Ash is different, though. He’s just…Asher. I love the guy, of course, we’ve been best friends since birth, but it’s more thanthat. I care about him. I want to see him happy, taken care of, pleasured. I want him in every shade under the sun and moon, just like I want Skyla. Once I figured that out, that’s when I knew I was well and truly fucked for my best friend.

Skyla’s pussy contracts around me, and it has my head dropping back to the headrest.

“Goddamn, babygirl. Your pretty little pussy hugs me so good. Such a tight little thing.”

“Uh huh,” she groans, one hand wrapping around my neck while the other cups the back of Asher’s head. Smashed together between us, properly worshipped the way she deserves to be. See? A Skyla sandwich.

Asher releases her nipple, his eyes drunk with lust as he jerks his cock, his eyes on the both of us before they drop. He watches my cock slide in and out of Skyla before he does something I never see coming.

Pushing himself further through the opening between the front seat and the back, he buries his head in between Skyla and my legs and begins devouring…well, both of us. His tongue starts at the base of my cock before it draws a line up to Skyla, ending on her clit. A sharp moan rips through Skyla as he begins eating her pussy while I fuck her.

His head shakes back and forth, his tongue rubbing against her clit before he goes down again. I may or may not purposefully lift her up higher than necessary. So high for a moment, she comes off my cock. Just like I hope he would, Asher takes the opportunity to suck my cock down his throat. He pushes it all the way down, bobbing up and down several times. One of my hands comes to his cheek, attempting to push him off so I can keep fucking Skyla, but he only sinks down further, groaning as his hand jerking himself off picks up in speed.

“Holy fucking shit!” Skyla gasps as she watches him, lust and shock on her face. “Do you like that, Ash?”

His eyes flick up to her, his mouth stuffed full of my cock as he nods slowly.

“How does it taste? My pussy all over Liam’s cock?” Skyla asks, forcing my cock to twitch in Asher’s mouth before he slowly pulls up to speak.

“Like my two favorite flavors combined in one,” he says before crushing his lips to Skyla.

I take the opportunity to pull her back to me, forcing her to sink fully onto me. She whimpers into Asher’s mouth as I feel my balls begin to draw up. Asher tears his mouth away from hers before coming for me. His tongue tastes like Skyla, and it only makes my cock throb harder and harder. When his tongue wraps around mine and sucks, I’m a goner.

I thrust up, once, hard, forcing my piercings to do their job and send Skyla falling over the edge. In the next moment, Asher rips away from me, grabbing the back of Skyla’s neck as he pushes his cock towards her and comes on her tongue. She sticks it out for him, allowing him to paint it nice and pretty before she pulls it back into her mouth and swallows.

I collapse into the seat, Skyla following right with me as Asher falls forward, practically smothering us as we sit there like the out of breath, sticky mess we are. And I love every fucking second of it.

Chapter Thirteen

Asher

When we get back to the house, we order some takeout for lunch when my phone rings. I grimace when I see who is calling, but I know I have no choice but to answer.

“Hello, Father.”

“Son, you and your wife will be coming over to my home for dinner this evening.”

My eyes move to Skyla, flashes of the last time he had us both come to the house still fresh in my mind. Like the sharp burn of each lash, it’s practically imprinted in my head forever.

“We would love to, but we already have dinner plans—”

“Cancel them,” he cuts in. “Be here at six PM, sharp. Oh, and I heard little Stephanie Thompson was back in the States. Bring her as well.”

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