Page 68 of Devour the Dark

“I want to watch you suck the Captain’s cock. Will you do that for me?”

She nods eagerly.

“Get over here, Captain.”

My stomach churns, the tightness sinking to my balls.

“Where…how…” I don’t know what I’m doing. I position myself at the back of the chair, just over Roc’s left shoulder.

“Don’t ask questions,” he tells me, implying that I should take orders instead. “Unzip yourself.”

I fumble with the belt, the metal clattering loudly. Once it’s unlatched, Roc reaches behind him, grabbing the belt by the clasp, yanking it out of the belt loops with one quick pull. The momentum forces my hips forward, knocking me into the chair. Wendy helps, her smaller hands popping open the button.

I can’t hear the rasp of the zipper over the loud beating of my heart. Suddenly, I’m exposed, hitting cool air, then the warmth of her hand.

The relief is an ocean wave.

Roc fists Wendy’s hair, guiding her forward.

“Take him in your mouth,” he tells her and, leaning over his shoulder, teases me first with her tongue, a light trace of her lips over the head.

I hiss out and move closer, desperate for the full heat of her.

Driving her movements, Roc pushes her into me and suddenly I’m sheathed in her. All of her.

I groan out, hips pitching forward.

She sucks eagerly, maybe desperate to perform for Roc, maybe desperate to feel something other than this ever-yawning void.

I know we all feel it.

Her tongue flattens against the underside of my shaft as Roc pulls her back, licking me from base to head.

“Just like that,” Roc says. “Don’t stop.”

With his guidance, she quickens her pace, coaxing me closer to the edge.

I’m so fucking hard, it almost hurts. I chase the feel of her, the wetness of her tongue, the heat of her mouth, the way she pops off my dick with swollen, red lips. And then she’s covering me again, eyes tearing up as I hit the back of her throat, deep, deeper.

“You can take him,” Roc says, his other hand coming to her jaw, fingers pressed into her, commanding every one of her movements. “When he comes, don’t swallow it. Share it with me.”

“Bloody hell,” I huff out, careening closer and closer to the wave crest.

It may be Wendy pleasing me, but it is undeniably both of them, and there’s something dirty and illicit and so fucking right about it.

Wendy finds a rhythm, inhaling deeply through her nose, taking me so deep that my eyes practically roll back. And then I’m breaking. I can’t hold back. I push my hips forward, pursuing the feel of her. She gags. I come, grunting into her. She tries to pull back, but Roc keeps her steady until I’ve emptied myself into her mouth.

Finally, he lets her up and she straightens, cum glistening on her lips. Hair tangled around his hand, he yanks her mouth to him, his tongue darting into her.

I stagger back.

They are lost in the kiss, the deepness of it, the glide of their tongues against one another, my cum glistening between them. Roc groans into her and she mewls, her hips grinding against him.

Fuck.

Fucking bloody fucking hell.

Poor form. Good form? I don’t fucking know.

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