Page 21 of The Devils of Saint City

Sliding my tongue out, I explore the veins on his shaft, the smooth expanse of his balls, the little flap of skin just under the head.

I want more.

Without being prompted, I suck him in slowly, teasingly, letting him stretch my mouth until it’s not Asher in front of me anymore. Not the real one, anyway. It’s the Asher I wish existed. The Asher I crave. The Asher I deserve.

And he... he deserves to be savored.

“Holy fucking hell,” he groans, hips moving of their own accord in search of more. “She really can be so... fucking... good when she wants.”

He hisses when I suck on the head, twitches when I lick his slit, then nearly lifts himself off the bed as I suck him in as far as I can.

Yeah, he wasn’t prepared. He can handle me when he knows what to expect, when he thinks he’s in control. But here, even collared, trapped, and threatened... I’m the one with the power.

He mumbles something incoherent to Manson, his breathing heavier and heavier with each passing second. I swear I hear him whisper, “I fucking can’t” just before he lets out the most pathetic moan I’ve ever heard leave his lips.

Gotcha.

Fuck, it turns me on. I can’t deny it. Hearing him come apart like this has me reaching between my legs to touch my desperate clit, and the first little bit of friction has my throat closing around him.

Wrapping my other hand around his length, I spit on his cock and choke myself on it until I’m gagging and drooling all over him.

“Fucking girl,” he hisses, hand tightening in my hair so he can fuck my throat and lose control. “Gonna swallow my cum, pet?”

I’m earning it, so yes. Or... maybe not. I might have a better idea.

Rubbing my clit faster, I let him use me as I slowly lift my eyes to his again. I want him to see the difference — the desire in my eyes when I’m awake versus the cold, dead nothing when I’m asleep.

Something about it sends him over. Asher comes hard with a growl, hips snapping so deep cum oozes into my throat, but when he takes his next breath and pulls out slightly I taste him all over my tongue. “Goddamn, Rhea. That was... fuck.”

I wasn’t done.

Showing him the mess on my tongue, I pivot to the traitor amongst us and crawl to him too, making sure he can see.

I don’t talk or bother with teasing as I pull him out and lick him slowly, leaving a trail of Asher’s cum along Manson’s shaft.

It’s harder to hold eye contact with him, but I do it as I ease him into my mouth and slip my hand back between my thighs.

“I can get used to this,” Manson says with a moan. “Is she touching herself still?”

“Yeah.” The fact that Asher’s voice is still growly and breathless spurs me on. “She loves sucking dick.”

What they don’t seem to grasp is that if I can scrape enough satisfaction out of this, I won’t have a fucking episode tonight. I can at least control that much.

And yeah. I actually do love sucking dick.

The orgasm hits me as I feel Manson’s fist tangle in my hair. My hips roll, I lose rhythm, and the whole world goes quiet for a moment.

I tune out whatever conversation they’re having about it and ride that high for as long as I can, coming to only when Manson snaps his hips hard enough to choke me. “So fucking hot. You just need some affection sometimes, huh, baby? I can do that.”

Sometimes?

Like once in a blue moon?

I nearly bite his dick off, but I’m proving a point. Reaching up with my messy hand, I rub my cum all over his balls as I deepthroat him, and the hum I let out makes him groan.

“Damn, how’d you last that long? I already want to blow.” Ash laughs under his breath, and I know it’s because he really didn’t last long at all. It’s almost like neither of them have been blown by someone who loves doing it.

“Shut up,” Manson hisses, squirming under me as he tries to pull me back a little bit.

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