Page 46 of The Devils of Saint City

Manson reaches out to slowly remove my shirt so he can tweak my nipple. “Why would anyone care about watching anything sexual, pet? Because it’s hot. Are you saying you don’t agree?”

Oh, I fucking agree. I agree so much it’s a miracle I’m not begging for it.

But I know what they’re doing, and I won’t make it easy. “I’m not saying anything. Are you going to let me touch myself?”

“No,” Asher cuts in quickly. “Leave that for us. No more coming without us.”

“I mean, she can touch without coming, right?”

Ash meets his eyes and I already know he’s about to deny him. “You believe we can trust her to do that yet?”

Manson looks at me and shakes his head. “No way.”

I can’t argue. I wouldn’t stop even if they were shocking me. “How long, Asher?”

“How long what?” His hand slips inside of Manson’s boxers to grip it.

“How long until I can come without you again?”

“Why do you want to?” he challenges, his other hand searching his pockets for something that isn’t there, and when their eyes meet I know he’s looking for the remote. Luckily for me, he moves on. “Don’t you like when we make you come?”

“Sure I do, but I do it better,” I say with a shrug. “I’m just asking how long.”

My response wasn’t the right one. “Forever then.”

Whatever. I’m not surprised and I don’t care anyway because it’s not enforceable long term. They can’t have eyes on me every second of every day, and I can also be a lot more subtle about it than they can. “Okay. Thanks for clearing that up.”

Manson whimpers as Asher’s grip tightens. “Alright, yeah, great. That’s settled. Are you fuckers gonna leave me hanging again?”

“Of course not.” He turns into Manson and whispers “come with me” into his ear, then tugs him along by his cock. “Follow us, pet.”

Huffing, I finish drying my hands and side-eye my shirt, knowing it’s futile to put it back on. Thankfully, Asher only drags us to the couch.

Manson looks like a mess as Ash shoves him back onto it, and the way he looks when he kneels has my traitorous knees clenching together. “Kneel next to me, Rhea.”

I’d argue, but I’m not missing a front row seat to this. I move almost too quickly and bump shoulders with him on my way down.

Finally something I did makes him smile.

Ash reaches forward to pull Manson out, stroking him leisurely as they stare into each other’s eyes. “You want my mouth, Manson? How long has it been since I really sucked you off?”

“Too fucking long. Do it, c’mon.” His hips cant up in search of Asher’s mouth as his lips part, and I swear I’ve never seen him look more beautiful. It’s almost bittersweet.

With the cockiest smirk I’ve ever seen on him, Ash leans in and flicks his tongue along the head, making me hate how many times I’ve wished he’d do that to my clit. “I’ve got you. I won’t leave you hanging.”

Asher sucks Manson’s cock into his mouth deeply, a synchronized moan leaving both of their lips as jealousy coils in my gut. I’m jealous of both of them. Asher for pleasing Manson better than I can, and Manson because Asher really seems to care about him.

But for once, the negative emotions are second. Watching Manson fall apart as Asher does something selfless is mesmerizing and hotter than hell, and when I peek down at Asher’s sweats I see that pleasing Manson has him just as hard.

He pulls off like the tease he is, grinning up at his best friend before diving back in and I swear the devil takes over me.

Without thinking about the consequences, I reach over and grip Asher’s hair, holding his head down. “Do you swallow, big brother? Just like me?”

“Holy fuck!” Manson releases a deep guttural groan. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

The angrily growl Asher releases has me nearly relenting, but for once he puts someone else’s needs above his own. He doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking his best friend just like he begged, but I feel his left hand reach over to grab my pussy so hard I gasp.

I guess I deserve that.

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