Page 49 of Darkened Truths
TWENTY-FOUR
RILEY
My belly flips with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I anticipate the feel of Wesley bare inside me. We’re outside, where anyone could walk by, and that adds to the thrill. I scoot down his legs, taking his throbbing dick inside my mouth, and he rubs the back of my head in gentle strokes.
“Such a dirty girl, Riley. You want me to fuck this pretty face of yours?”
Oh God, yes. His words are like molten lava to my pussy, and wetness pools between my thighs. I still can’t believe he told me everything about his brother. My heart aches for him and I want him to use my body to repair the parts I shattered by making him open up to me. I nod the best I can as I plant my fist at the base of him and he jerks his hips up.
He gathers my hair in his hand and helps me set the pace he wants as he works himself in and out of my mouth. I want him to come down my throat. I want to taste him as I swallow him. Thoughts of Julien throat fucking me ricochet through my mind and the moment he made me swallow his come. And instead of pulling me out of the moment, all it does is make me latch on to him and suck harder.
Thoughts of another man shouldn’t turn me on more, but they do. Just like when I knew Zander was watching in the cameras at the gym. It turned me on so much knowing he was witnessing my pleasure. And deep down, I hoped he got off just as hard as I did.
Wesley’s heavy breathing infiltrates my senses, and he pops me off him.
“Come sit on my cock, beautiful.”
I waste no time as I crawl back into his lap, rubbing my clothed core against his hardened length. I sit up on my knees, pull my panties to the side, and position him at my entrance. Then I stare into his eyes as I slowly sink down on his length. The stretch burns, especially from earlier, but it feels so damn good. His tortured groan in pleasure is all I need to hear to urge me on.
I also figured sex without a condom wouldn’t be very different, but boy, was I wrong. A wave of electric tingling, a thousand tiny sparks, shoots through my body as my synapses fire. He almost feels bigger somehow. He lays back and places his hands on my hips, helping me ride him.
“Ride it baby. Take your pleasure, because when you’re done, I’m going to fuck my come deep inside of you. I’ll own you, Hellcat.”
I squeeze around his cock in response to his filthy mouth and do as he asks with my hands on his chest for balance. The tantalizing sensation of our bodies moving together sends waves of ecstasy through me as he hits that sweet spot, making me gasp in pleasure. My heady pants are so loud if there is anyone around, I’m sure they’d be enjoying the show. But if I’m being honest, the thought of someone seeing us in such a compromising position has my orgasm racing to its brink.
“Wes, I-I’m close,” I pant.
“That’s it, Riley. Fuck yourself on my cock. You’re taking it like such a good fucking girl,” he strains. He clamps his mouthshut, the muscles in his jaw and neck stain as he tightens the grip on my hips, holding me still. His abs contract and he pushes a heavy breath out of his nose.
I hear the footsteps he’s probably already heard to my right and I slow as I wait for whoever it is to leave the area. I look around me, but Wesley angles my face to focus on him again.
“Don’t worry about them. It’s dark now. They won’t know it’s us,” he reassures.
He’s right. I look around once more and push the thought out of my damn head. When he thrusts up into me, rattling my body, I know I’m as good as gone. My orgasm comes back in full force.
“That’s it, baby. You’re squeezing me so damn tight. I can’t wait to come deep inside you.”
A pair of legs comes into view and when I look up, Zander’s dark eyes are staring down into mine. I suck in a deep breath and try to scramble off Wesley, who holds me in place.
“Come for him, Luna,” he commands in his deep, husky voice.
My eyes travel down Zander’s body, and they stop on his hardened length. He’s straining against the zipper on his pants and my mouth salivates, wanting a taste. Wesley squeezes my hips and thrusts up into me, my who body rattling as I come. Oh, lord do I come. As I’m still working through my intense orgasm, Wesley flips us so I’m on my back and pounds into me, extending my own delicious release. Zander kneels down next to us and I focus on him. I can’t help it. Wesley may be fucking me, but my body yearns for Zander as well. When I reach my hand out toward him, he leans forward and sucks my index and middle finger in his mouth before popping off them.
“Rub that pretty little clit and come again,” he demands.
Wesley slows his pace, and I slide my fingers between us, doing exactly as Zander wants. My focus bounces between both muscular men, unsure who to give my attention to. Wesleydoesn’t stop moving in me, but he also doesn’t seem to care that Zander’s here watching. Have they done this before? Wesley seems overly calm with his best friend watching him have sex.
“She’s in her own head, Wes. Better change it up if you want her to come again.”
“If you hadn’t shown up, she would have come all over my dick again by now.” He retorts with a grunt as he continues to snap his hips into me.
How the hell are they carrying on this conversation like it’s nothing?
Wesley pulls out and slides my panties down my legs before helping me to my knees, facing away from him. He slides back in, pulling my back flush with his chest. Zander is directly in front of me now, his dark eyes focus on my face, examining me like I’m a science project.
“Kiss her, Zan. She needs you.”
It’s unnerving how true those words are.I need Zander. I need to feel his warm body, feel his hard dick that’s straining in his slacks. Zander takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings his lips close to mine, barely brushing them as Wesley continues to slide in and out of me.
