Page 69 of Devour the Dark

It’s the most illicit thing I’ve ever witnessed.

When they’ve swallowed back my pleasure, Roc stands, lifting Wendy in his arms. He staggers forward, snaps his fingers at me again, gesturing for me to sit on the bench at the end of his bed.

I do as I’m told.

He sets Wendy on my lap, her back to my chest. Her cheeks are red, her face a sticky mess.

Roc disappears. Wendy wiggles in my lap. I’m not completely useless and instinctively, I know what she wants, what she likes. She likes to be teased, touched, caressed.

I grab a handful of her skirt and pull it up, exposing her. She’s not wearing anything beneath the skirt and when my hand slides down the curve of her hip, down to her center, I find her soaking wet.

One caress has her back arching against me, her breath coming fast.

Roc returns, a glass jar in hand.

I may have come once, but I’m still half hard, instantly ready for more.

Roc quickly liberates me of my pants. Wendy spreads her legs, straddling my thighs. And Roc gets down on his knees between us. He tastes Wendy first, and she squirms on my lap, then he drags his tongue over the length of me, pleasing us both.

He works us into a frenzy until Wendy is begging for release and I’m close to coming again.

And then suddenly he’s gone and I blink up at him, eyes heavy, chest light.

He unscrews the cap on the bottle and covers his hand in a clear liquid that shines in the light. Setting the bottle aside, he strokes himself, the head of his cock swelling in the cup of his hand.

Everything in my body tightens up just thinking about him invading me.

There is something indescribable, watching someone as old, as powerful as Roc chase after the pleasure of me.

Positioning his knee on the bench between our legs, he lines himself up at my hole and my gut fills with an ocean wave.

My cock hardens, sliding up Wendy’s slick center and when the head of my cock hits her clit, she gasps out, pushing her hips forward to reach me again.

I don’t know if there is any greater feeling than sharing in this, all three of us together. As much as I enjoy being a captain of my own ship, I don’t know that I ever truly wanted to be alone.

Roc tests my opening, nudging himself inside and I hiss out.

He leans forward, capturing Wendy’s breast in his mouth, her nipple between his teeth.

The way he handles us both at once is something of a talent.

He sinks in another half inch and my cock throbs for something, anything, any kind of touch.

Taking myself in the cuff of my hand, I slowly stroke upward, and because I’m nestled against Wendy, the rise of my knuckles drags over her pussy, then her clit and she moans out in response, hooking her arm up and around my neck.

Roc runs the tip of his tongue over Wendy’s bright red peak, watching me as he does.

Every time his eyes land on me, I’m like a powder keg ready to burst. I can’t quite contain the heat of his attention, the way it makes me feel seen but stripped bare.

He’s sunk halfway inside of me now and my pace quickens, stroking myself, chasing another orgasm.

Wendy is panting in my lap, writhing against me, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck.

“Don’t come without me,” he chides us, a smirk on his face. He sinks in another inch, then another, until I’m full of him. And then he’s fucking me, Wendy sandwiched between us.

As his hips drive forward, he props his hands on the bed on either side of me, caging us in, and sinks into me, kissing me, then Wendy and as he kisses Wendy, I pepper her neck with the heat of my mouth.

“Blood hell,” I mumble, so fucking close to coming again.

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