Page 196 of Boy of Ruin
My eyes linger on his handsome face before trailing down over his shoulders, his bulky muscle, the scar over his ribs.
His cock, inches from my face.
His lips pull up into a smile. “Open your mouth, Sis.”
I hear Lucifer make a noise that sounds like a growl, deep in his throat. Jeremiah’s smile widens.
My hands come to his thighs. My heart is racing, my skin tingling. Craving to be…touched.
I open my mouth, blinking up at J.
He steps closer to me, slaps his cock against my tongue.
Why do they both always taste so good?
“Stick your tongue out,” he says, his voice lower.
I do, and he glides the head of his cock over it, up and down.
My nipples harden into sharp little points, and Jeremiah groans as he threads his fingers through my hair.
“She’s so good at this.”
My face flushes, knowing Lucifer is listening. Watching. Knowing those words are for me.
“So fucking good,” J says again. He grips my hair tighter, yanking back my head. “Now show him just how good you are, baby.”
He pushes his cock into my mouth and my lips close around him, taking him in the back of my throat as I stare into his green eyes, my own watering, my nails digging into his thighs, feeling the flex of muscle beneath.
“Good girl,” he whispers, and he sounds like he means it. It’s not a taunt, even as he uses my hair to guide my head, pushing and pulling as I suck him. “You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, baby.”
I’m still staring at him, and he’s not as rough as he’s been. In some ways, he’s gentle.
My heart swells.
I hear the floor creak behind me.
J doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
“Don’t you dare fucking hurt her,” Lucifer whispers, and I hear the pain in his words.
He doesn’t like this.
And I kind of like it all the more.
Jeremiah smiles. “Do you want me to hit you, baby?” he asks me as I take him down my throat, drool pooling at the corner of my mouth, his grip more painful in my hair.
Lucifer is behind me, his hand around the back of my neck.
“Don’t hit her,” he says as I gasp when J pulls his cock out of my mouth, letting me breathe.
“Look at me, baby,” Jeremiah coaxes. He grabs my arm, pulls me to my feet. Then he’s kneading my breasts with one hand, the other wrapped tight around my throat.
I can feel Lucifer behind me, but he’s no longer touching me.
I hold J’s gaze.
He arches a brow. “You want it?”
