Page 23 of Demise

When we run out of flour, Wesley scoops up the remaining powder on the island, scooping it together into his hands beforeninja rolling across the floor. Sometimes, I forget that he was in the military, a Navy Seal, no less.

His eyes land on mine and he ends his roll in a crouched position. Fear clenches my stomach before he pounces. I squeal again as he throws one more handful of flour to my face before landing on top of me. We both laugh as he begins wiping my eyes clean. When I can see again, I look up to notice that while I may not have won this battle, I got him good all the same.

Wesley’s blond hair looks like it’s been given some frosted tips, his pristine black shirt now a dusty grey, and that smile…okay, nothing is wrong with his smile; it’s fucking perfect. He hesitates only for a second before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I kiss him back happily, chalky flour and all.

My tongue peeks out, swiping against Wesley’s as he lifts his hand to cup my face. I sigh happily into his mouth as his other hand rests on my hip. His hand lingers briefly before it’s trailing up under my shirt and into my bra. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I can’t help but moan when he does.

I feel his hips move between my legs, forcing them apart as he rolls them forward once. Our tongues are tangled as his teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling it playfully as he rolls his hips again.

“Wes,” I moan when footsteps sound down the hallway.

“What the fuck is going on? I heard Skyla screaming and—”

Ronan’s words are cut short when he rounds the corner. I’m sure it’s quite a sight. The usually pristine kitchen is coated with enriched flour while I’m dry humping his bond brother on the floor. Then again, with how soaked my panties currently are, there is nothing dry about this humping.

Wesley pulls away from me, a teasing smirk that seems to mirror something that Liam would wear on his face as he looks up at Ronan.

“Hey, Ro. You’re just in time for the show.”

“The show?” Ronan echoes, an unimpressed eyebrow raised as he speaks, though there is no denying his voice has taken on a deeper husk.

“Mhmm, unless, of course, you want to participate,” he challenges with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Ronan doesn’t say yes, but then again, he doesn’t turn him down either. Instead, he watches us carefully for several seconds before his feet slowly move towards us. Excitement flashes in Wesley’s eyes as he looks down at me, pressing a quick kiss to my mouth before standing up. I start to ask him what he’s doing, but he lifts me up and over his shoulder before I can say anything.

Wordlessly, Wesley begins carrying me through the dining room, taking extra care with my ribs before heading to the staircase. He takes the steps two at a time, Ronan right on his heels before they push into my bedroom.

Wesley drops me onto the bed with a cautious bounce before he’s kicking his shoes off and crawling on top of me. Ronan slips into the room, shutting the door before locking it.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? No one else is allowed to join?” I tease.

“No,” Ronan grits out huskily. “Right now, you’re ours.”

I feel my pussy pulse at the way he says ours, and my eyes swing back to see Wesley nodding in agreement before pressing his lips to mine once more. His hands move to my jeans, undoing the button with one hand while the other begins peeling the material down my legs before he discards them to the corner of the room. My panties quickly follow, as well as my shirt and bra, until I’m laying completely naked before these gorgeous men.

I can practically feel their eyes rake over me, taking in every inch of my body before Wesley drops to his knees off the side of the bed and yanks me to the edge. Before I can even right myself,he’s diving in face first. My thighs wrap around his head as he runs his tongue through me, forcing a shudder to rip through my body as he does it again and again, his teeth nipping at my clit as he does.

Wesley and I haven’t slept together yet, but he has gone down on me, and holy shit, I think this time is even better. As Wesley continues devouring me whole, I hear the jingle of Ronan’s belt before he pushes down his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He closes the space between us, crawling onto the bed, his knees beside my head as he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Open up, baby.”

I do as he says, and he wastes no time sinking himself fully into my mouth and down my throat. Once he’s fully seated, he grabs hold of my head, forcing himself a little deeper and causing me to gag.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Just like that. Gag on my cock, baby.”

I gag again and again, doing my best to take deep breaths through my nose. Though, there is only so much air you can breathe when you have a fat cock blocking your airway. I want the record to show that this isn’t complaining; that’s just factual.

Wesley’s movements have slowed, and my eyes open to look down and see him watching us intently, his blue eyes lust drunk and hazy. He seems almost transfixed as he watches Ronan’s cock slide in and out of my mouth.

“Stop staring at my cock like you want to be the one sucking it,” Ronan growls as he fucks my throat harder.

Wesley pulls away from me, his mouth glistening as he speaks.

“Maybe I do.”

Ronan grunts. “I know you do.”

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