Page 25 of Demise

“Goddamnit. Forgot how good this mouth is,” Ronan growls before he begins thrusting.

“You guys have done this before?” I ask, part in shock and partly turned all the way the fuck on.

Wesley smirks, pulling away from Ronan as he looks at me.

“It took years for me to wear him down. One drunken blowjob and he couldn’t get enough.”

“Shut up and choke on my cock,” Ronan snaps as he shoves himself back into Wesley’s mouth, taking him by surprise and making him gag. “There we go,” Ronan encourages.

I watch them with rapt attention. There is a definite familiarity there. The way Wesley rests his hands easily, bobbing his head smoothly, occasionally looking up at Ronan. And Ronan is watching Wesley openly, not an ounce of embarrassment or shame on his face. Something else I find lacking is want. They don’t look at each other the way Liam and Asher do. This feels more primal, sexual. It seems to be less about a deeper connection, and more of a carnal release.

Regardless of the foundation or direction this takes us all, the puddle between my legs is on board for the ride.

In the next moment, Ronan pulls away from Wesley, pushing his cock into my mouth. His cock is warm and wet, and it turns me on so much more to know that his best friend was the one keeping his cock warm just a second ago.

Pushing and pulling my head down on Ronan’s cock, I feel another mouth come beside me. Wesley is to my left, his mouth latching onto the side of Ronan’s cock before he steals it from me, pushing it back down his throat again. I take a page out of his playbook and steal it right back. Back and forth, both of us licking, sucking and swallowing around Ronan.

“Fuck. You both are being so good for me. So good for daddy.”

Wesley shoots me a wink before he reaches up, slipping his hand to cup Ronan’s balls and forcing his hips to jerk.

“I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Ronan moans urgently.

I continue sucking him as Wesley rubs his balls before Ronan speaks.

“Open your mouths, tongues out.”

Wesley and I do as he says, watching Ronan stroke his cock before releasing his cum all over our tongues. He starts with me before moving to Wesley and then back to me. I feel Ronan’s warm cum dripping down my chin, and when I look to see Wesley in the same state, I can’t help but fucking love it.

Ronan releases his cock, shaking his head as he blows out a breath. He looks at me first, pinching my cheeks much like he did Wesley’s earlier as he bends down and presses a kiss to my cum covered mouth. When he pulls away, Wesley looks up at him challengingly.

“Where’s my kiss?”

Ronan scoffs, rolling his eyes as he strolls to the bathroom.

“You’ve got your girlfriend right next to you, kiss her.”

Wesley releases an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“Oh darn, what a chore,” he laughs before pressing a kiss to my lips.

The kiss is sticky and salty, and for all the reasons that it shouldn’t be hot…not a single one is found because I’ve never been more satisfied and turned on all at once.

Chapter Ten

Vincent

We are sitting on the couch, my siren on my lap, exactly where she should be when the doorbell rings. I’m already pulling out my phone to check the security footage when Skyla shakes her head and laughs.

“It’s just Maggie.”

I frown at her. “You never know. What does she want?”

“Uh, to see me?” She laughs.

I snort. “Join the fucking club.”

I’m starting to get more than a little pissed off that I haven’t gotten more one on one time with my siren. It was bad enough when she had two boyfriends and a fiancé she couldn’t stand. Now she has three boyfriends, a husband that she supposedly loves, and Wesley. Of course, I don’t count Wesley as a fourth boyfriend because I don’t trust him. Not with Skyla, not with anything.

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