Page 62 of Demise

Wesley’s hand traces up my thigh, rubbing against my pussy, though honestly, I can’t feel much through all these clothes. Pushing out of his hold, I push to my feet in the middle of the room. Wesley is sitting, Vincent is crouching in front of me, Liam and Asher are to my left by the fireplace, and Ronan is to my right near the door.

“Can I get some help?” I ask as I gesture to my clothes.

All as one, they begin circling me. Vincent’s mouth is the first on mine; then I feel hands everywhere. Unzipping my jacket and unbuckling my snow bibs, someone takes my shoes and socks off while another pulls the bibs and my thermal shirt off. All of this happening while Vincent never leaves my mouth for longer than a second.

Once more and more skin is exposed, more and more mouths are on me. They are trailing every inch of me, and it’s so dizzying I can’t even keep track of who is who. I don’t care either; they are all mine, so what does it matter?

A chill runs through me when the last article of clothing leaves my body. It’s quickly replaced when the first naked body pressesagainst me. I turn away from Vincent to meet Liam’s lips. Of course, he is the first one to strip naked.

His hands cradle me gently as his tongue swirls around mine. I feel one mouth on my neck while the other comes to my breasts. Then another between my legs, forcing my leg to hook over his shoulder as his tongue runs through me. I moan into Liam’s mouth, and he smiles against me.

“Good girl. You like it when Wesley eats your pussy, babygirl?”

I look down to see Wesley staring up at me; his mouth latched onto me as his tongue circles my clit. I dig my hand into his hair and pull as I nod. Another mouth begins kissing down my back, covering my ass before his hands are gripping me tightly. In the next second, he’s licking me all the way through, his tongue circling my ass.

The sensations are so good, but it’s too much. I don’t know what way is up or down as ten hands and five mouths absolutely ravage me in the middle of this abandoned shack. I feel my orgasm creeping up on me, but it hits me like a freight train. I don’t even try to be quiet as I scream out my release. I feel my pussy pulse and throb to the point that my cum actually leaks down Wesley’s face. He greedily licks it up, happy to clean up the mess I’ve made, or rather the mess they’ve made of me.

When I come down from my high, the room is still for a moment. Only a moment, though. In a flash, Vincent has me in his arms. He’s sitting down on the couch with me facing the room as I sink down onto his cock. He slides right in, and I moan once he’s fully seated in me. His hand wraps around my throat, his other hand coming to play with my nipple as he begins bouncing me.

“You all love to share her so much. You like watching her get fucked?” he goads.

“Fuck yes, we do,” Liam says as he begins stroking his cock.

Asher does the same, and Wesley looks to Ronan, a heat in his eyes that he doesn’t return. I don’t miss the disappointment on Wesley’s face before an idea comes over his features. He moves over to Liam and Asher, looking between the two of them before settling his eyes on Asher. He frowns at Wesley, but not before Wesley crushes his lips to his. I expect Asher to shove him away, but to my surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, he drags Wesley closer, their tongues tangling together in a messy way that has my pussy throbbing.

Liam wastes no time inserting himself, all of their mouths mashing together in a sloppy three-way kiss. Their hands are everywhere, moans echoing out of each of them before Wesley is the first to drop to his knees. He sucks Asher into his mouth, pushing him to the back of the throat and forcing Asher to drop his head back in pleasure. He bobs on his cock for a few moments before moving to Liam, repeating the same motion.

“Goddamn, that’s good. Suck my fucking cock,” Liam moans as he thrusts against Wesley’s face.

My eyes move to see Ronan watching with a hard-set jaw. He doesn’t look happy, not at all, actually. I slowly bring my eyes back to see Wesley suck both Liam and Asher into his mouth. They groan as they begin making out, their hands both forcing Wesley to take them deeper and deeper.

“Christ, siren. Your pussy is literally leaking down my cock,” Vincent grumbles as his hand moves to start playing with my clit.

“They are so fucking hot. Would you ever touch any of them?” I ask, not even trying to hide the hope in my tone.

“What? Four boyfriends playing together isn’t enough for you?”

Four?

I turn back to see Ronan tearing Wesley away from them before shoving his own cock down Wesley’s throat. Ronan’shands hold his head tightly as he fucks his face with a violent rage. Wesley gags and chokes on his cock, but Ronan doesn’t seem to care; this isn’t an act of passion or lust. This is an act of punishment, and fuck me, punishment has never been so goddamn erotic.

“This is my fucking mouth,” Ronan grits out. “No way in fuck am I going to sit back and let you suck off my fucking nephew!” he spits, smacking Wesley’s cheek as he speaks.

Wesley jerks at the slap before he moves his head faster and faster.

“You want to get your cock sucked? That’s fine, but the only people who will feel this mouth are me and Skyla, understood?”

Wesley nods his head before pulling away. His breathing is ragged, voice raspy.

“In that case, Liam, why don’t you be a good boy and come suck my cock.”

Liam glances to Asher, seemingly asking for permission, before Asher nods, moving across the room to Vincent and me.

“Enjoying the show, princess?” he smirks.

“So, fucking much,” I smile as Asher rubs the head of his cock against my mouth.

“Open up,” he says, pushing his way down my throat.

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