Page 61 of Ruin
Declan’s cock twitches inside me as he groans again, and I whimper. “Yes, sir. Please. Fuck us.”
Sebastian’s eyes flare, and he shoots me a wicked grin.
And then he starts fucking Declan’s arse, his eyes never once moving from mine, holding me captive.
Declan and I moan together, his mouth locked onto my breast while I grip his head, completely unaware of my actions as I give myself over fully to them both.
“God, that cock,” Declan moans as Sebastian drives him forward, burying his cock further inside me.
His cock slides against my g-spot and my mouth opens in another silent scream while Sebastian sets a punishing pace, lightly smacking Declan’s arse intermittently between thrusts.
On and on it goes as my pussy clenches Declan’s cock in a vice like grip while Sebastian fucks his arse hard. The singer’s moans have started to meld into one, and I can feel another orgasm building.
“That’s right, Mr Fitzgerald. Show me how badly you want to come.”
Declan groans as he lifts his head. “I want it so badly, sir. Your cock feels so good, fucking my arse. I’m so close.”
Sebastian grins. “Not before my Angel. So get to fucking that tight little pussy, good and deep. I can see how badly she wants you to fuck that cunt. She’s begging for it.”
My Angel?
Declan begins driving his hips back and forth, thrusting deep inside me before fucking himself backwards onto Sebastian’s cock. The two of us let out a series of moans and cries, even as Sebastian maintains that mask of control. If it wasn’t for the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, it would be like nothing was happening at all for him.
If I hadn’t already thought he was a god, this would have been the moment that cemented it for me.
My orgasm rips through me, dragging Declan along with it, and we let out a final cry together, before Declan slumps down on top of me, burying his face into my neck.
Sebastian drives himself harder into Declan, chasing his own release as the singer whimpers against the sensitive skin of my exposed neck. A small groan slips from Sebastian, the only sign of pleasure from the man along with a slight shiver, before he also stills, and the three of us slowly catch our breath.
Holy fuck. I could get used to this.
28
BREATHTAKING
SEBASTIAN
Once we’reall cleaned up, Declan flops back on the bed beside Lily, who has pulled on one of the robes that come with the suite.
I study her for any signs of regret or discomfort from where I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, finding none.
“That was fun,” Declan says as he stretches, every glorious inch of him on display.
Lily’s eyes run slowly down his body, and I wait for her trademark blush to appear.
But it doesn’t come.
She seems to be completely at ease as she turns on her side to face him, which is still not quite computing with everything I’d believed about her.
I’d spent almost the entire session watching only her, waiting for her to slam on the brakes. To tell me this is all so far outside her comfort zone. To tell me she hates me for introducing her into this fucked up world I live in.
Instead, she brings her gaze up to mine and a small smile plays across her lips.
And when Declan rolls onto his side and reaches inside her robe to play with her breast, she simply closes her eyes with a blissed out look on her face.
Absolutely fascinating.
And also incredibly dangerous for my barely contained self control.
